Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

"Hmph, I’m not even sure if you’re the true Kado Saintess. I have every reason to suspect you’re a spy and a cheat." Renie sipped her red wine and, turning her purple eyes to Elizabeth, smiled and said,

"The more tactics like these you use, Princess, the clearer it becomes that you can’t compete with me and win fair and square. After all, you threaten me like this, or threaten other ladies, simply because Fisher just doesn’t like you."

At these last words, Elizabeth’s gentle pupils slightly contracted as if a raw wound had been mercilessly torn open.

"I know best who Fisher is fond of. When it comes to the one he adores, he is sincere and very patient, but you can’t feel that, can you... Do you think, Princess, by severing his connection with Nali and the other ladies, by letting everyone know about your ambiguous relationship with him to keep them at bay, that he will end up choosing you in the end?"

Renie’s smile was languid, seemingly not fully engaged in the debate, but every single sentence was a knife twisting relentlessly into Elizabeth’s heart without intention of being removed.

But how could Elizabeth retort?

Others might not be aware, but didn’t she herself, the person involved, know very well?

Their polite distance toward each other, and her own inability to ardently pursue him due to the royal family’s dignity, had led them to this stalemate at twenty-eight years old. What then, thirty years old? Forty? Fifty? Until death?

Elizabeth could always endure, but Fisher had apparently reached his limit, otherwise he wouldn’t have been with other women...