Chapter 192 – Indirect Kissing
“Actually, it almost got into a bit of trouble because of that, right? Cardinal grandfathers raise their voices at each other, and His Holiness the Pope faints due to high blood pressure…”
His tone was cheerful, as if he were evaluating the taste of the dish he had been savoring a while ago.
However, the contents were by no means the kind to be easily overlooked.
“Khehe!”
“Ugh! Are you okay?!”
Scarlett was diligently slicing the plump coke salmon fillet with a knife.
She showed a very embarrassed reaction, as if she had suddenly heard a sare.
“No, some water!”
Wizards are a race that distances themselves from the present world even more than the original priests.
However, that only applies to seekers who are confined to the Mage Tower and strive for magic research. When you become the owner of the Magic Tower, whether you like it or not, you will be connected to the present world to some extent.
In particular, Scarlett, who only recently became the owner of the Mage Tower, has reached out to various fields in order to solidify her position.
Also, as one of her close collaborators is also a high-ranking member of the Chunshin religion, he is bound to react so sensitively to the story that flows from the mouth of her saintess.
However, Wolfgang, who has no way of knowing that fact, just looks stupid for Scarlett’s mistake.
“I can’t paint.”
Wolfgang tapped Scarlett’s smooth, white back, revealed through the back slit of the embarrassingly deep dress.
It may seem like an insignificant movement, but it is a kind of penetrating experience accompanied by a perfect understanding of the structure of the human body.
“Ouch!”
This allowed Scarlett to avoid committing her rudeness at her dinner table.
Wolfgang smiled at her as she let out her cute scream.
“You always hurriedly swallowed your food even though you didn’t speak very well. You’re not even a kid, so why?”
“Oh, it’s because the meat is cut too big!”
“Yes, yes. To be the size of an archmage and have your life threatened by a mere fish. It’s something I’m really proud of.”
“What’s wrong? This bastard…!”
Meanwhile, seeing the two of them exchanging jokes as if they were familiar, Ophelia tilted her head abruptly.
“…I’ve felt it since last time. You two seem quite close, don’t they?”
“Well, after all, they are comrades who owed their lives to each other many times.”
“Ha, I’m not close at all!”
Scarlett, embarrassed, with her face flushed.
The round eyes of the saintess who was looking at her like that narrowed for a moment.
“Huh…”
It’s only for a little while
Ophelia, who soon regained her usual benign smile, brought up her original subject again.
“I just got back to the church, and Grandpa Goldenbaum is pointing his finger at Grandpa Malleus and saying something terribly?”
Should I really call it a saint?
Ophelia had a gift for explaining even the most serious stories in a very easy-to-listen way.
Distinctive soft, quiet voice.
And a wave of divine golden light that spreads softly from her back.
The bloody scheming and political drama of the Celestial Church is packaged like a celestial aria resonating in an amphitheatre, and it blooms in her ears.
Truly inhuman comfort.
“Coul…”
Lazarus, who had no interest in the political battles of the human priests, fell asleep while eating meat.
Is it because the main body hidden under the mimic is an undeniably cold-blooded animal?
Satiety and warmth were too diabolical temptations for reptiles.
After Ophelia’s story, Wolfgang shook his head in admiration.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Grandpa Malleus is also really great, isn’t it?”
Malleus Ordos, the iron-blooded cardinal who is the Grand Inquisitor of the Celestial Church and also familiar with Wolfgang.
In short, he turned a crisis into an opportunity.
‘Trials and hardships. This is also the will of God.’
As the guardian of the saintess, he succeeds in silencing the opponent who had accompanied him on a mission, holding him accountable and relentlessly accusing him.
Walking an exquisite tightrope between his logic and faith, he eventually wrapped his responsibility for aiding in the disappearance of the saint as an ordeal from the heavenly gods.
Those who criticize it are accused of heresy.
It sounds like a really easy thing to do in a few words without context.
How much difficulty did it take to turn the atmosphere around in a situation where my support base was shaken to the root due to a serious mistake and countless high-ranking clergymen were driving me?
Wolfgang suddenly thought.
What if he found himself in a similar situation?
This was unthinkable for him, who was so vulnerable to verbal fights and politics.
After all, Cardinal Malleus seems to be a truly extraordinary person.
“There’s definitely a reason why he’s chosen as a strong candidate for the next pope.”
“Yes. It’s all thanks to Grandpa Malleus that I was able to join my brother this time!”
“Did he take care of all the troublesome things for you? I’ll have to thank you separately later.”
Meanwhile, Scarlett, who had been listening to Ophelia’s story with all her nerves, buried her back deeply in her chair as if satisfied.
“I’m glad… I’ve got a good rope.”
“What else does that mean?”
“The details are a secret. Well, I’ll just say that things went smoothly for me thanks to you.”
It seems that her collaborators did not suffer any damage at least from this incident.
Scarlett’s expression as she looked at Ophelia became more gentle.
He was a little bit annoying, but thanks to him, didn’t he get some pretty important information?
I thought she only had a fierce and revealing side to men, but she is quite good.
Somehow, if you succeed in getting close to them by roasting them well, you might be able to reap something bigger.
“Hey. Saint lady, would you like a drink?”
Although she was Scarlett, who thought so and held out her wine glass.
The problem is, she has an arrogant personality and is very clumsy in her human relationships.
Scarlett’s gesture seemed to be arguing with her, and she rather made Ophelia shrink.
“Oh, suddenly…?”
“Don’t do that, drink it all the way, all the way!”
“Yes, yes…”
—Percussion!
Watching her take her glass, Wolfgang immediately lit up as soon as her bright red lips touched the glass and snatched it away.
“Hey! What are you doing!”
“You never drink alcohol. Did you forget the last time you were ugly?”
Scarlett, who had a fever, tried to control her temper by shouting at it.
—Woe!
In an instant, remembering what I had done to Wolfgang the last time I was drunk, she couldn’t help but blush and slur her words.
I vividly recall the memories of being ridiculed by throwing off my clothes in front of him and doing all sorts of obscene things.
“Chi…”
Wolfgang, who confiscated her wine glass from Scarlett, looked at her and snorted at her.
Now is the time to fully enjoy a meal that has been left behind.
“Nice to see.”
10 cm thick tomahawk steak grilled to perfection, medium rare.
Wolfgang cut a large chunk with a knife wrapped in an aura and brought it into his mouth with enthusiasm.
Meat cooked entirely over charcoal and seasoned lightly with a man’s recipe.
His favorite food did not disappoint him this time either.
—Haap!
It feels like the top-notch beef cattle grazing in the green grasslands of the East are running freely in your mouth.
The aroma of charcoal fire, the unique tangy texture of the meat, and the rich gravy create a harmony that hits the tip of the tongue.
—Gulp!
Here, wash the leftover mouth with wine full of aroma.
Alcohol that tingles in your mouth. In the place where the wine was swept away, the bitter and sweet taste remains like a trace, giving happiness to the taste buds.
“It tastes good.”
Basically, his face, which always maintains an expressionless face and is close to forcibly raising the corners of his mouth even when he smiles, is rarely relaxed.
However, Scarlett’s expression as she gazes at Wolfgang, who is so full of happiness, is somehow unusual.
“You, you you you…!”
“Why, is there a problem?”
Scarlett’s tongue is hardened, and she can’t even complete a proper sentence.
Everyone looked at her as if she were puzzled.
“Where are you going all of a sudden?”
“Wow, bathroom!”
Suddenly, Scarlett jumped out of her seat, threw open the door, and stepped outside as if running away.
“It’s good because there are many types of meat.”
Lazarus began to focus on his meal again.
As if it were just this time, Ophelia wrapped the pasta around her fork and held it out towards Wolfgang’s mouth.
“Oppa! Oh, would you like to try it?”
“Ophelia, do you like this too? I really don’t know what women are.”
However.
— Iron puck
“Ah…!”
Unfortunately, a piece of garlic on top of the rolled pasta ended up rolling off the fork.
It sits right on Ophelia’s nun’s uniform.
In the wind, it became like garlic topping was placed on her big, soft breasts.
“Ugh, I’m sorry…”
“Oops. First, clean it up, and when Scarlett comes back, ask for at least some clean magic.”
Although it was her Wolfgang who handed her a napkin to her and spoke indifferently.
—Molkan!
“…Ophelia?”
“Heeing… I only got a little bit… Couldn’t my brother wipe it off instead of using clean magic…?”
Ophelia’s act of grabbing her outstretched hand and bringing it to her breast without hesitation.
Wolfgang gulped and swallowed her saliva.
* * *
Meanwhile, at that time.
“Crazy, crazy!”
—Shoot ah…
Arriving at her bathroom, Scarlett left her faucet running and hung her head.
Her expression, hidden under the shadows, was truly strangely distorted.
At first glance, it looks like she’s crying, or maybe she’s laughing.
It’s to the point where I’m suspicious that it’s a little crazy when someone sees it.
Scarlett’s face was still red when she raised her head after a while.
She patted her own lips as if possessed, and muttered her low voice.
“It’s an indirect kiss…!”
Yes.
The wine glass that Wolfgang drank was Scarlett’s.
She seems confused as she confiscated it from her and then placed it right next to her cup of tea in her porcelain.
The problem is that, unfortunately, Wolfgang’s mouth touched the part where her lips had touched.
Of course, it was something that Wolfgang wouldn’t even snort at.
Also, Scarlett was well aware that caring about trivial things like that was stupid and childish.
—Thrilling
“Me, why am I like this…”
For some reason, her heart was beating fast.
