I Reject the villain’s ending.

Episode 36.

The stolen robes have returned but with a different magic circle. Someone has deliberately tampered with them.

Perhaps by someone who didn’t want the circle to be properly investigated.

High Priest Diego and his fellow priests are suspected, but nothing is certain, so they hold off on identifying the culprit.

“For what it’s worth, if he’s not just trying to screw with me, he could be trying to cover up evidence of the Warlock.”

“So you’re saying there could be a connection to the Warlock?”

I nodded at Iros’s question. My voice and expression hardened into a grim line.

“Well, it looks like the enemy is on the inside.”

“Such…….”

Iros stuttered in confusion. His mind raced as the atmosphere subsided.

“The culprit must have never guessed that Mei remembered the magic circle, hence the trick.”

“It’s a good thing I remember.”

“Good. Mei, you must never reveal to anyone else that you have a good memory in the future, or you could be in danger.”

“Okay.”

He looked down at the time he’d borrowed from Mei.

“For the time being, we’ll pretend to be researching the circle with our robes, and behind closed doors, we’ll have our experts investigate the real thing. Be careful what you do, everyone.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes!”

“We’re dismissed for the day.”

And with that, the magic circle investigation went into the night in anticipation of tomorrow.

* * *

I changed into my slip and fell asleep, but sleep was elusive in my frazzled mind.

I blinked up at Iros as I continued to toss and turn.

“You can’t sleep, can you?”

“Mmm. Why aren’t you sleeping, Pink?”

I rolled over and locked eyes with Iros, who was staring at me.

As a patient, I couldn’t put him to sleep on the floor or couch as usual, so I decided to have him sleep in my bed for the time being.

He was reluctant at first, but eventually gave in and lay down next to me.

Or, more accurately, on the edge of my bed, which is wide enough for him to roll over and not fall off, but far enough away from me.

“I don’t usually sleep much. I’m a saint’s escort.”

“What kind of escort is a patient? Sleep until you’re better. No escorting.”

I said firmly, and Iros didn’t answer but made an odd humming sound.

“I’ll decline, I’m the sword that protects the saint.”

“I’ll take that back. No escort until you’re better.”

“No.”

What a stubborn bastard.

I sighed and rolled off the bed, stopping in front of Iros’s face.

“……!”

Iros’s violet eyes widened like the eyes of a startled rabbit.

I sucked in a breath of panic and froze like a malfunctioning robot, and I glared at him with my blue eyes.

I could feel the tension in his body.

I’d bathed in the flower-infused water Mei had prepared for me the night before, and the sweet, fragrant scent of flowers filled the small space between us.

The tip of Iros’s nose gently touched mine. Then I saw his body tense and his pupils flutter.

“I’m strong, strong enough to take care of myself without you. So you just focus on recovering. Do you understand?”

“Hey…….”

Iros bit down hard on his trembling lip and managed to shake his head.

I thought you said you wouldn’t come over.”

I blushed so deeply that the color drained from my face to my neck, such innocent girlish words.

I fiddled with the belt beneath me, tugging at it.

“Is this what you mean, Pink, did you think I wouldn’t be able to get past you if you unbuckled your belt and dangled it over the bed in the name of Zen?”

“Mmm.”

“How naive.”

I said teasingly, smirking, and Iros raised the back of his hand and pressed it to his mouth, averting his gaze.

I found it amusing and giggled like a girl for the first time in a long time.

Seeing my smiling face, Iros turned even more into a flaming sweet potato and pulled the futon over his head.

“I’m not a toy!”

“Yeah, yeah-”

Iros’s voice, protesting in a small voice, came from under the covers.

I could see Iros’s silhouette through the thin spring comforter, and I put my hand on his round head and stroked it.

I didn’t want to cross the line and tease him, but I didn’t mind stroking his head, and his wriggling under the covers slowed.

I looked down at him with a calm gaze and opened my mouth.

“I’m glad you’re here because when I’m teasing you, I can’t think of Eldrakis, or the Robe’s magic circle, or the killer, or anything.”

“Is it hard for you?”

Iros asked, pulling the blanket down around her neck and meeting her eyes.

I smiled cautiously into those pretty mauve eyes, calm but worried.

“Maybe. I’ve been so peaceful, and then all these things happen one after another, and I don’t think I’m used to it.”

Hearing my words, Iros hesitated for a moment, then pushed himself up and climbed on top of me, trapping me in his arms.

“Pink?”

I lay still, bewildered, and looked up at Iros.

In the darkness of the room, where all the candles had been extinguished, a shimmering blue moonlight streamed down Iros’s cheeks, across his lips, and down his angular shoulders and arms.

The calm, static blue moonlight was an alien mix of feverish, reddened breathing and red eyes.

My throat burned for some reason. He swallowed dryly but still felt an insatiable thirst.

‘Almost instinctive.

Such a thirst.

“Saint.”

A sweet voice tickled my ears, a pleasant, low-bass voice. But sweeter than that, hot violet eyes pierced me.

“Please allow me. Let me…”

“What? I didn’t hear you right.”

“I want you to…….”

A scarlet tongue darted out from between Iros’s full lips, unable to look away.

Impatiently, he brought his palm to her face, stroked the smooth skin, and pressed his thumb firmly against her lips.

I pressed my lips together, and the teeth behind them touched without pain.

Iros looked like he was about to die, and he sobbed, licking his thumb with the tip of his tongue.

“Let me touch you.”

Chills.

Iros’s stern face crumbled with fever.

Goosebumps crawled down his spine, making his hands and feet tingle like he’d been electrocuted.

Does this man know what he’s looking like right now, pleading with me?

Iros Elijah, the Guardian Sword, the stoic, stoic, faithful paragon can’t stop talking about, my Pink.

“Master, please. Please allow me. Allow me to comfort you.”

“Say my name, Pinkie.”

“Si, Era.”

“Properly.”

“Sierra-”

When I realize that you’re on top of me, not daring to touch me, squirming like a frightened puppy, rubbing your cheek against my palm.

What would people say?

The corner of my mouth quirks up. The playfulness is gone. And not in a good way for Iros.

Laughing languidly, he stuck his thumb over Iros’s hot, wet tongue and pressed down firmly.

“You’re like a puppy in heat.”

“Saint”

Reflexively, Iros groaned, his eyes narrowing.

He hadn’t kissed her, and he didn’t want to be alone with her.

“I’ve trained you quite a bit, and quite often.”

“Sigh, lol.”

“When I first picked him up, he was a stiff, ferocious piece of wood, but now he’s…….”

I pulled my thumb out of Iros’s warm little mouth, saliva glistening in the moonlight like a thread of silver, and it snapped.

I let out a small chuckle and turned to Iros.

“Pink, I don’t need comforting just yet.”

“But……!”

“I’m not the one who needs comforting.”

I glanced down and looked up again, smiling at Iros’s flushed face.

“I think I need you, don’t you?”

“……!”

Iros’s face, which had been a little red, now flared up.

Oh, yes. The original Crazy Saint was a 19th-century prohibitionist novel, and my reality hadn’t been so different from the original’s not too long ago, so it was understandable that Iros would feel limited in his celibacy.

I put my hands on his waistband and smirked at the way his trousers were baggy without a belt.

I ran my fingers deeply along his pelvis, not quite taking in the entirety of his hipbone.

“I’ll let you try it, pup.”

With a smirk, I cut the cord of over a month of celibacy.

How much training did it take to corrupt me like this? I thought about it for a moment, then stopped because I felt like such rubbish.

“Saint?”

“Oh?”

“Are you… are you… are you thinking about something else?”

Iros gritted his teeth, a look in his eyes that said, in front of me? In this situation?

He rubbed his pretty lips lazily and slipped her index finger into his warm mouth.

“Yuck!”

“You sanghala. Your mouth is so hot, I think I’ll get sick if I kiss you.”

“You can kiss me, but I won’t.”

I don’t think that’s something you can do by your own will, you little puppy.

I try to tease Iros, determined to kiss him anyway, but I’m surprised when he bites down hard on my neck, his tongue licking my flesh.

“Teach me until this heat passes. What I should do, where I should go.”

“……!”

This is cheating. This is cheating.

If you say this with such an innocent face and such a feral expression, I’m going to lose.

While I was off guard, Iros gently grabbed my breast through the thin slip.

“Hmph……!”

I squealed and squirmed, and large hands dug into my thighs, pulling my underwear down to my ankles in an instant.

It nibbled at my breast over the slip and sucked insistently with its tongue, making a popping, popping sound.

The naked, wet sound filled the room.

I bounced and twisted my hips like a bow, and Iros grabbed my legs and lifted them, letting out a long, whooshy breath and kissing my thighs.

“Allow me to fill every inch of you with me, Sierra. Come on.”

I grinned at her impatient gasp and lifted the slip.

“It’s going to rip anyway, so why don’t we start with this one?”

“As you wish.”

Iros smirked at me, then ripped the slip with a snap.

At the same time, after weeks of unwillingly enforced rest, Iros dug deep inside.

“Ah!”

“Ugh! Miri, I’m sorry, I’ll get my reprimand tomorrow.”

“What? No. Come on, let’s move right along, don’t!”

I realized that day that hungry Iros, spontaneous Iros, was indeed… great.