A Mercenary Who Gets Eaten in a Pure Love Game 71

Chapter 71 – Beatrice’s Date -2-

At the place Osiel urgently returned to, the subtle scent he had smelled earlier had already evaporated.

“Um… Hallucination, no hallucination?”

As he muttered, Osiel brought his face to the bed sheet and sniffed, and a damp scent spread in his nostrils.

Fluff.

Stretched out on the bed, she stared at the ceiling with a blank expression.

“But… It can’t be.”

I guess I’ve been under a lot of stress lately.
I always have to pretend to be holy, and I can’t drink or curse.

And it’s the same when you’re alone.
If the sacred power was cut into pieces a few more times, she would be practically no different from a normal nun.

“Ha. I’d rather be Neritiel- Huh?”

Because I heard someone shouting at the door.

Come to think of it, it was time for Beatrice to return.
Frankly, Osiel had hoped that she would spend the night with Jurgen and never come back today, but sure enough, it wasn’t going to happen.

Profit.

“Uh. Osiel. Are you still awake?”

When Beatrice entered and tilted her head, Osiel, who had been lying on the bed, slowly began to stand up.
Then, as usual, she opened her mouth while wearing the saintess’s mask.

“Sorry for coming back and throwing it away. Did you finish your meal safely?”

Currently, Osiel and Beatrice were staying in the same room in the same inn, and Jurgon was staying in a different inn.

I had no idea, but the city of Hegrove happened to be in the middle of a festival, and there were not enough rooms.
Of course, Jurgon tried to expel the guests of this inn, but the saintess took a step back due to her tough attitude.

“Well… Should I say safe? It’s the way to take you to your room when you’re drunk and stretched out.”

Beatrice let out a small sigh.
It was because the more I was with Yurgon, the more I became unsure.
That idea reached its peak today.

‘Yurgon will never help me, a different race.’

Then, all that was left was a saint.

‘A human who uses special powers.’

Although Osiel is not human, he is a being who worships the gods of humans with an appearance no different from that of humans.
The possibility was minimal, Beatrice opened her mouth as she looked at Osiel with a feeling of grabbing at least a straw.

“Osiel. Hey… That-“

“By the way. Beatrice.”

However, her words were not connected because the saintess called her.
After calling her name, Osiel got up from the bed and approached her slowly.

“Uh, huh?”

For some reason, the saintess’ nose was wide open.

“Your robe has changed.”

Rob?
The color is similar to the one she wore before, but she answered, thinking she managed to recognize it.

“Because of Yurgon, the robe I was wearing was damaged. More than that, perhaps a different race—”

“Where?”

“… ?”

Beatrice felt a sense of difference in the saintess’ appearance.
In an attitude as if he was questioning himself, he pondered over his memories to see if he had done anything wrong today, but there was nothing.

“This… Are you talking about Rob? Someone gave it to me on the way back from taking Yurgon a while ago.”

“Who?”

Why did Osiel’s words become shorter?

‘… What?’

Beatrice wanted to talk about Balladur first.
Also, the saintess was reluctant to take an interest in that gentle man from before.

“I don’t know who it is. I was just someone I didn’t know. I wonder why… ?”

When she answered, her saintess took a step closer.
As she met her white eyes, which she usually thought were beautiful, her madness began to drip.

“How tall? Was it close to 180? Blind eyes, but if you look closely, deep and warm eyes, light brown pupils? What about the nose? I don’t know? So what about the ass? The panty size was 105, so it must have been tight. Did you sneak a peek at the butt? Sup, you can’t do that… Ah! Than that….”

At that, Beatrice gave her goosebumps and backed away in an urge to slip out of her room.

“There, where are you?”

“Yu, the inn where Yurgon connects. Ah, in front of it….”

“Ah. Okay. By the way.”

Took.

She felt strangely relieved when the door touched her ass and tried to leave.
She thought that she would have to bring it up again next time, so she pretended not to hear what the saintess was saying and turned her body away.

“Why are you wearing that?”

“Uh huh?”

The saintess’ expression was the same as usual.

However, the whole room of this small inn was filled with a chill to the point of stinging.
Beatrice felt the unpleasant feeling of her bugs clinging to her skin.

“Grove, looks like mine. Give it back.”

As if it were natural, the saintess reached out her hand to Beatrice with an expressionless expression.
Beatrice fell into confusion.

‘Hey, what is this? What, what… ?’

This person in front of her eyes was no longer the benevolent saintess she had known, Osiel Daytona.

Just like a crazy person.

“Um, what are you talking about… ? Why, why are you doing this all of a sudden… ? This is what he told me—”

She tried to refuse when she proudly demanded the robe she had been given as a gift, but

“Give me—!”

“, Ahhhhh!”

When Osiel, roaring like thunder, charged at Beatrice, she screamed and ran away.

“Come back right now—!”

Osiel shouted at Beatrice, who quickly ran away from her inn, but as soon as she let go of her, her excited saintess let out her rough breath and gnashed her teeth.

『Be careful with your words and actions!』
―Final warning!

“Changmuk… Are you sure you are here too?”

A message appeared in front of such Ociel, but she didn’t pay attention to her, and she headed in front of the inn where Jurgon was tied up with her eyes shining.

* * *

Beatrice hurriedly left the inn and ran recklessly.
Minutes to do so.

“Haaaaah… !”

Even though the sun had set, thanks to the crowded streets, she sat down in the corner of the square to catch her breath.

It was scary.
Even if it was originally said to be Yurgon, she was in the midst of feeling fear as her breath was choking when even the saintess became a mad person.

‘What? Why? What did I do wrong to the saintess?’

Rather, she was in a situation where she would argue with Ociel.
It was because the saintess had avoided her seat first, and today, she had to bear the burden of being Yurgon alone.

“Hey, now I… How do i… ?”

Tears began to well up.
In the meantime, she had endured the verbal abuse and disgust that undermined her self-esteem, but the saintess also changed just like Jurgon.
She thought she couldn’t stand it any longer.

Because Beatrice was just a baby dragonian who had only lived 20 years.

“Huh, huh… No… Ugh….”

As humans passed by, they clicked their tongues or gently placed a coin or two in front of Beatrice.
She cried even louder at him and cried in her place for a long time.

While being at least comforted by the sweet scent that gently emanated from the robe that touched her face.

Swoop.

“It’s a coincidence.”

At that time, a voice was heard from above Beatrice’s head.
As she raised her tear-stained face, the man who handed her the robe smiled at him and handed her a handkerchief.

When she refused to accept it herself, her man wiped her own face and held it in her hand.

“If you don’t mind, would you like to enjoy the festival with me?”

Suddenly, the words the saintess said passed by.
Her man’s eyes were really warm.

This handkerchief was filled with a warm scent instead of a pungent scent.

“Yes Yes….”

And the hand her man held out to her was warmer than the scent of her handkerchief.

* * *

Deciding that it was better not to be seen by others, Ed went out to take out dinner, carrying a mixture of powerful sleeping pills in his arms just in case, and found Beatrice sobbing in the corner of the plaza.

‘Well….’

When the sleeping pills didn’t work for Beatrice a while ago, she immediately decided to put off her plans until tomorrow and went back, but she was lucky.
She happened to have sleeping pills.

However.

“Ahhh… Uhhhhh….”

I don’t know what kind of circumstances Beatrice had, but she was crying so sadly, but she was stabbed by her conscience to put her to sleep with sleeping pills and kidnap and rape her.

She probably saw what happened after she went back.
Of course, as a result, she thought that if she had sex with herself in any way, the problem she was having with Beatrice would be solved.

‘…….’

Really, just in case.
Unless Beatrice is the heroine.
The terrible villain is not the hero, but Ed himself.

‘For now, the heroine must be right.’

Nevertheless, Ed decided to think of what if.
After thinking for a while, he bought a fine handkerchief and returned to the plaza.
Beatrice was still crying.

‘Escape pure love… Will it?’

Let’s try it.

“It’s a coincidence.”

The small head under the hood was slowly lifted towards Ed.
When I was giving him food earlier, I could only see the lower part of his face because of the angle.
Now Beatrice’s entire face was in Ed’s eyes.

‘…….’

Ed opened her mouth, wiping away her tears in place of her stiffened body.

“If you don’t mind, would you like to enjoy the festival with me?”

Bitter words came out of his mouth.

Ed’s words were sincere.
Although she herself may not have been aware of it.

After some time has passed.

“Yes Yes….”

After replying, Beatrice’s extremely beautiful face turned a little red.