“Your Majesty, are we really bringing that Hero over tonight?”
“Baroque, have you confirmed whether he harbors any hostility toward the demon race?”
Ivelia stood by the window, looking down at the demons who were still busy at work.
“Hmm... Currently, he hasn't shown any hostility toward the two of us.”
“But strangely enough, this Hero acts as if he doesn't even know we are demons.”
“Then let's keep him in the dark for now.”
“Bring him over tonight. That dragon will be there in person.”
“Understood.”
Baroque cut off the magic communication. Could the current situation be considered a good one?
The mess that Furni, that highly unreliable dragon, had made just had to happen at a time like this.
Ivelia's reflection was cast upon the windowpane, and she could clearly see the displeasure in her own eyes.
Turning back to her seat, Ivelia looked at the two completed plush dolls on her desk, and the displeasure in her eyes gradually faded.
“At least I should give these out tonight.”
Her fingertips brushed over the curved smiles stitched onto the plush dolls—they looked exactly like the person they were modeled after.
While Ivelia was admiring her handcrafted masterpiece, the office door was pushed open with a bang, and the real-life inspiration for the plush dolls was standing there, striking a pose.
“Miss Saintess makes her grand entrance!”
“Ivelia-chan, is there something you need Miss Saintess's help with?”
At the thought that the Demon King—who usually toyed with her like a doll—actually needed her for once, Miss Saintess couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.
But in the next instant, Lin Ling felt a familiar sensation of weightlessness.
“Not again!”
“Gwah!”
By the time Lin Ling opened her eyes, the two of them were already sitting in the seats by the window.
“What brought Miss Saintess to see me of her own accord today?~”
Once again, Miss Saintess was “preyed upon” by Ivelia.
“Didn't you say you needed to see me, Your Majesty? That wretched Phelan.”
Lin Ling muttered under her breath from within Ivelia's embrace.
“Phelan? It seems a certain elf is being a bit dishonest.”
Hearing Phelan's name, a dangerous glint flashed in Ivelia's eyes.
If she hadn't hidden the dolls quickly just now...
It seemed some elves were in need of a lesson.
Ivelia tightened her embrace around Miss Saintess. At the thought of what would happen if Miss Saintess discovered the plush dolls right now...
The Demon King felt cold sweat drenching her back.
“Um... Your Majesty, you're trembling.”
Feeling the slight tremor in the arms wrapped around her, Lin Ling scratched her cheek in embarrassment.
Could it be... has Miss Saintess really gotten so fat that even the Demon King can't hold her?!
No, please, anything but that—!
Well, at least this scatterbrained Miss Saintess hadn't realized the truth yet.
To ensure Miss Saintess would be in the best frame of mind to accept the surprise tonight, Ivelia decided to make a bold move.
“Lin Ling.”
“Eh? Is something the matter, Your Majesty?”
Seeing Ivelia suddenly look at her with such a serious expression, Lin Ling's face tensed up in turn.
【C-Could it really be because Miss Saintess has been eating too much lately?!】
Feeling the Demon King's hands still trembling slightly around her waist, Lin Ling swallowed hard.
Is she going to say it?
Is she really about to tell Miss Saintess that she's gained weight?
Meanwhile, Niya, who was still on her way, had absolutely no idea how much psychological damage her earlier words had inflicted on Miss Saintess's fragile heart.
Ivelia looked down at the tense Lin Ling in her arms. At the thought of what she was about to do next, her heart began to beat wildly.
“Your Majesty, if there's something you need to tell Miss Saintess, please go ahead! I'm ready!”
Seeing how serious yet adorable she looked, as Lin Ling turned to look up at her, Ivelia quickly leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss against Lin Ling's lips.
Feeling the soft sensation on her lips, Lin Ling actually let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, thank goodness. She didn't say Miss Saintess got fat.
【Otherwise, Miss Saintess would definitely have thrown a tantrum...】
【I didn't gain weight! I really didn't! If anyone says I'm fat again, I'll really...】
Ivelia watched Lin Ling, who had suddenly started giggling foolishly to herself as if lost in some strange train of thought.
“Did you think of something amusing, my dear Miss Saintess?”
“N-No, it's nothing.”
Hearing Ivelia's voice, Lin Ling quickly snapped out of her daze and reined in her wandering thoughts.
“Since you're here, stay and keep me company for a while.”
As Lin Ling sat up, Ivelia wrapped her arms around Miss Saintess, holding her snugly.
This action, however, made Lin Ling's entire body stiffen.
Wait! Feeling the Demon King lean in as if to sniff her, Lin Ling's embarrassment from this completely eclipsed the embarrassment of being kissed.
“No! Miss Saintess just finished exercising, you can't sniff me right now!!”
Lin Ling immediately began to push Ivelia away.
But as her hands pushed against her, she felt a soft, plush sensation.
“Eh? Soft...?”
Lin Ling opened her eyes.
Gulp...
“Um, Your Majesty, this is all a misunderstanding! A complete misunderstanding!”
Lin Ling instantly retracted her hands.
“I'm so sorry! Miss Saintess really didn't mean to do it this time! This was entirely due to some coincidental, inexplicable reason, probably some random, accidental, highly improbable occurrence that led to this situation!”
Seeing how Lin Ling had barely reacted to a kiss, yet was now having such a massive reaction over simple physical contact,
the wicked Demon King decided to tease Miss Saintess a little more.
Especially since Lin Ling had changed into thin, lightweight clothing for her workout, which gave her a rather different, charming look.
Ivelia hooked a mischievous smile.
Lin Ling only saw the Demon King suddenly lean in close to her ear, the scent of violets washing over her all at once.
“Some Demon Kings can be very petty and vengeful, you know.”
“Ah? Huh?”
“V-Vengeance?”
In the next moment, Lin Ling learned exactly what Ivelia's “vengeance” entailed.
Ivelia's hands began to climb, tracing upward bit by bit.
And this delicate touch made the ticklish Miss Saintess let out an involuntary giggle.
But before her laughter could go on for long, Ivelia stopped her movements, as if she had reached her destination.
“W-Wait, hold on!”
“Ah~”
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