CH 236

Truthfully, Kane’s looks and capability were quite exceptional. It was just that Estian had been crafted to be an overly incredible character. The saintess reached out towards the knight commander’s disheveled hair, but rather than fixing it, she tousled it up even more.

‘I knew it,’ she thought, gulping dryly. Her thoughts bore out to be true—the more regimented someone was, the more striking they appeared when they finally let their hair down. There was something seductive about that stark contrast from their initial impression—like the moment when a perfectly dressed man in a suit ripped off his necktie. Kane’s current unkempt look was so perfectly suited to her taste. It was downright drool-inducing.

Ogling him for a long time, she furtively leaned her face towards him. ‘I’m gonna do it this time. I’m gonna kiss him!’ She’d lost the opportunity twice already. This moment was her chance! From what Kane had said, she’d apparently stolen his first kiss, but it could hardly count if she couldn’t remember it. Hovering over his face, the saintess stuck out her lips and began to lean in, when…

“What’re you doing?”

“Holy!” The saintess lifted up and whipped her head around in surprise at Irene’s cold voice. “Mi-milady, when did you wake up?”

“Since you began smacking your lips while looking at Sir Kane.”

‘You were watching from the start?!’ The saintess hemmed and hawed a bit before offering up an excuse. “Th-that was just me checking to make sure Sir Kane was still breathing, just in case…”

“And that’s why you stuck out your lips?”

‘You sure were looking closely,’ the saintess grumbled inwardly. Unable to think up another excuse, the saintess averted her gaze.

After a pause, Irene asked, “Are you really interested in Sir Kane? He’s not just one-sidedly pushing his affection on to you?”

“Uh, about that…”

Seeing the saintess falter, Irene suddenly began to tear up. “Don’t like Sir Kane,” she wailed.

“Why not?” the saintess asked suspiciously. Irene was speaking as if she fancied Kane herself. ‘That can’t be it, right?’

“If you marry Sir Kane, then who will be my maid?”

Wait, that was her worry? The saintess’s expression turned cold as she replied, “Borrow some imperial attendants.”

“No! I can’t badmouth the empress with them.”

“Oh, I see.” So, that was her purpose after all. Sighing loudly, the saintess said, “I don’t know if you’ve already heard, but apparently I assaulted Sir Kane. Since I took his first time, shouldn’t I take responsibility?”

“What does that matter in this time and age? Just chalk it up as a fling,” Irene swiftly argued.

“Excuse me?” The saintess’s mind blanked out for a moment. Say what? Chalk it up as what?

“You may forget me if you are unsatisfied,” a voice suddenly interjected from behind the saintess.

“Kane!” The saintess swung around in surprise to find Kane, who had sat up after awakening, gazing at her. She blinked dumbly as she looked into his eyes. The aftereffects of the spell she’d cast made the stars twinkle dreamily behind him.

The disheveled-looking Kane drew his face closer and he tilted himself so that his lips were near her ear. In a low, dangerous voice, he whispered, “But why don’t you give me a taste before making a decision?”

The saintess stiffened from shock. Who was this? The Kane that she knew, or rather the character she had created, would’ve never said something like this. How could the knight commander look so unrestrained while licking his lips as he asked her to taste him? Witnessing this side of him, the saintess felt out of sync with this world for the first time. At the same time, her heart began to pound, louder and harder than she’d ever experienced since coming to this world.

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“This is a lieeeeee!”

Elsewhere, Tania was wailing in front of a certain blond man.