Chapter 27: 027. Spirit Sword (4)
"Is this what you mean?"
"Arwen really understands quickly. It makes it easy for the teacher too."
"You flatter me."
"Me too! Please look at me too."
'Damn it.'
The Inquisitor couldn't understand why he was being punished under the pretext of physical training in the mansion's backyard.
Moreover, watching a man and two women chatting amicably made curses that were unbefitting a clergyman walking the path of faith slip out involuntarily.
'What a bastard.'
In fact, it was something he had brought upon himself by declaring surrender without confronting them directly. But he wasn't a mere sack of barley; if they were going to treat him like this, what was the point of calling him to the mansion in the first place?
"Oh my, you seem to be struggling. What should we do?"
Adding to his torment was the presence of a beautiful woman with green hair. She was covering her mouth while looking at his trembling arm, but contrary to her words, her eyes were filled with laughter.
Saintess Cecilia. Why was she, the pride of the Holy Kingdom and even the continent, with this monster? Moreover, the closeness between the two suggested they were quite intimate.