As the black darkness seems to have cut down from pieces, he got down while clad in bright light.

What am I going to do? The sound of a pipe organ is echoing inside my head. Right now, I'm seeing this sort of miracle projected in front of me... ...! It's like one of those things...

What is left after that dark stuff and the shining bright light is the pretty boy. While looking mystified, he stares at the remaining detox water inside the glass jar. 

"My body feels light... ..."

Since he has drunk all the water inside, all that's left inside the glass jar are the fruits and herbs so it didn't seem like the container will disappear now.

... ....I'm so glad it didn't disappear. Since it would be weird if it disappeared. It's just that, this bright light is clearly something weird―― 

"This light is... ...."

"... ...Is it just my imagination?"

The pretty boy who was already radiating has shined some more, it's too blinding. My eyes will be crushed. 

That's why for the meantime I decided to close them. 

And just what I originally planned I tried to cover it up. When I say it's just your imagination then that's just how it is!

That's why this blinding bright light is just your imagination!~

"You...Could it be your the Saint?"

"No. I'm just a normal person"

"Is this... ... Holy Water?"

"No, It's just water"

With the questioning look of the pretty boys, I continued to shake my head in denial of his questions. Well since I have my eyes closed, of course, I don't know what expression the pretty boy is making. But somehow I can feel that he's smiling right now.

"I understand"

.... ... eh? Really?

Even though I didn't understand anything myself.

I was so surprised that he easily agreed to it that I opened my eyes.

And the still shining pretty boy is still there, leaving the glass jar on the floor and then with both hands, he tightly grabbed mine. 

Those hands of his are soft and warm. 

No, well but why? Why is he holding my hand? Why is he closing the distance between us?

It suddenly turned in a situation I don't really get. While I'm still at loss on what's going on, the pretty boy gently went on top of my knees.