The corners of the man’s mouth curved in a gentle arc as he recalled his and Lionella’s many years together. His smile, with one corner of his mouth slightly raised, was something he had never shown to Lionella.

He carefully folded the handkerchief that had been covering his nose all along and put it in his pocket. After putting on the silk shirt that was hanging on the hanger, his appearance transformed into a that of the silver-haired messenger of death who had appeared out of nowhere five years ago, the leader of the Black Wings who had ruled the back streets of the city.

Even though he still wore the attire of a novitiate, no one would ever recognize him as a novitiate from the Holy Kingdom.

Mishael hummed a tune as he strode through the dimly lit corridors with a stumbling step that Lionella could never have imagined. This place was no different from home now. Although the lighting was dim and gloomy, his steps didn’t hesitate as he made his way to his destination.

Finally, at the end of the corridor, as the gatekeeper quickly opened the door after recognizing him, the space revealed was lit by a simple gas lamp. There was a table in the center, with chairs placed in a way that allowed face-to-face interaction, making it a kind of interrogation room.

Bound to one of the chairs, a middle-aged man groaned, the ‘problem.’

His true identity was none other than Marquis Parma. The worthless scoundrel whose only contribution to the world was by bringing his lovely daughter, Lily, into existence.

“Master.”

“You’ve come.”

As the guild members who stood by as surveillance greeted him indifferently, the middle-aged man, who had been trembling with fear, slowly turned towards them.

“J-j-just tell me what you want, I, I’ll do anything to repay the debt… w-what’s this?”

As soon as Marquis Parma confirmed the identity of his opponent, he paled.

“W-w-w-why are you here?”

“Well, because I am the master here.”

“You, you…! I knew it. You quack, a fraud…! A cunning and treacherous novitiate! A vile, and despicable seed of treason!”

In response to his praise, Mishael smiled lightly.

“I wanted to be of service to you so badly that I brought an information guild.”

“You, you don’t even know the grace that raised you……!”

Marquis Parma had nothing more to say. He only glared at Mishael, with the blood vessels in his eyes as pale as the whites of his head.

In fact, Lionella was the one who raised Mishael, and he acquired this guild for Lionella. He had him captured here because of the pawn note he obtained at an illegal auction house not long ago.

Marquis Parma quickly grasped the situation. While he was easily swayed by various temptations within his limited circles of friends, he had always known that his daughter was the backbone of the family. He couldn’t do anything for Lionella, who resembled his late wife, and it wasn’t difficult for him to hand over the family’s authority to Lionella. Besides, acting as the head of the family was not suitable for him.

Above all, even though he’d long since seen through Mishael’s pretense, she knew that he was sincere to Lionella, so he never really took any action against him, even though he might have wanted to. In reality, even if he had tried, he would have been blocked by Mishael.

“So, now….”

“Yes. I wanted to treat you as my father-in-law, so I prepared this place.”

“This…!”

Mishael said shamelessly, after treating him so differently from a father-in-law.

“If I were to present this guild to the lady as a wedding gift, she would surely be pleased. Wouldn’t she?”

“You scoundrel…!”

“If the Marquis opposes me becoming his son-in-law… I’m afraid I’ll have to sow many seeds of tragedy for the Marquis’s family.”

Mishael stretched out his hand toward his subordinates with an indifferent expression. He handed the envelope filled with documents that they had prepared in advance to their master.

At first glance, the thickness of the envelope was quite significant, indicating that there were many documents inside. Mishael fluttered it in front of Marquis Parma’s eyes.

“For example… this proof that your lordship lent your name to a ghost company created by Count Rauden to launder money.”

“Wha… how did you…!”

“There is also evidence that you recently visited the slave auction market with Baron Eldon…”

Mishael placed the envelope on the table. Although it was impossible to undo the restraints, Marquis Parma, who was sure of what documents were inside without opening them, dropped his head in resignation.

“Aww, our dear Miss Lily. How disappointed, and how much pain she will be once she finds out these things from her father…”

“W-w-w-w-well, okay. What do you want…!”

“I want to propose to the lady.”

As if he had been waiting for such a reaction from the Marquis, his immediate response was refreshing.

“What…!”

“So I want to prepare a surprise event… and I’ll need your help.”

“Yes, how dare you…! Do you really think you’re suitable for Lily?”

“Well, shouldn’t we ask the lady about that? My appearance meets her criteria and more.”

“Ugh…!”

There was no way this ‘daughter fool’ is clueless about his daughter’s physical ideal type, so he had nothing to say in rebuttal.

“As soon as I receive my promotion to a priest, my status will become more appropriate.”

“To think such a fraudulent pretender can become a priest, it’s no wonder the kingdom has fallen…!”

“Don’t worry. If the lady refuses, I’ll gracefully step back.”

Of course, in a situation where he had begun to ‘make love’ to Lionella according to her taste for romantic novels, he had no intention of stepping back until he obtained her acceptance.

“Anyway, I’m counting on you, Master… or should I say, Sir?”

Mishael slowly extended his hand toward Marquis Parma’s pale cheek and gave him a mesmerizing smile. To the people who knew him as nothing more than the silver-haired messenger of death, it was a malicious smile that only made their spine shiver, but to Marquis Parma, it was a charming smile.

Soon, a glimmer of light shone in his hand, and Marquis Parma’s eyes, which where covered by his hand, slowly closed.

And with that, thud.

As he stared at the face of the middle-aged man now sound asleep, Mishael formed a satisfied smile.

***

Marquis Parma, who’s just as fearful and protective of Lionella as Mishael, moved according to his wishes. He used a weak mental magic spell just in case, but it seemed unnecessary from the beginning.

Since he managed to successfully manipulate Lionella to his liking, she had decided to arrange the marriage and, at the same time, guarantee its safety by entrusting Black Wings with the request.

Without even knowing that he himself was the one handling her request.

Mishael mixed in some facts and appropriately crafted the details of the person Lionella was going to marry, and thus successfully invited her to his villa.

His small mansion, built with the money he earned from running the Black Wings, was a gift he had prepared to present to Lionella someday.

And so, Lionella, ignoring all suspicions, entered his villa and let down her guard after seeing the interior decoration, garden scenery, and drinks tailored to her taste. Although he didn’t actually serve any suspicious drinks.

After carrying the sleeping Lionella to the bedroom, he disMissed all the employees who had acted as caretakers and servants at the mansion. Thanks to the hypnosis he had cast, none of them had properly recognized Lionella in the first place. It was only natural. He didn’t want anyone to share even a trace of his Miss with others. Parma’s coachman also mistakenly thought he had received instructions from Lionella and returned to the mansion vigorously.

Now they were the only two left inside his mansion. At the end of a brief wait, when Lionella finally raised her eyelids and revealed her peridot-colored eyes.

Mishael put on a sorrowful expression. He had learned over the past 15 years that whenever he displayed a sad and troubled face, Lionella would surely come around no matter what.

If Lionella, who worried about him to the point of sympathizing with Mishael’s chronic illness and seeking a solution from the Black Wings, surely she would find a way to come over to him somehow.’

In the end, like the cliché of her favorite romance novels, Lionella’s heart would turn to him.

However long it took, he could wait.

“I’m dying to bury myself in your p*ssy right now. Just like back then……”

Mishael, who had sweetly whispered words that would have scared Lionella into her ears, continued teasing Lionella’s ears with all his heart. Licking, biting, lightly sucking…

“Ah, hmm…”

“Ha, Miss, your ears easily turn red…. The flesh inside your p*ssy must surely be just as red.”

“Ah, Mishael…”

And gradually lowering his lips, Mishael left traces of his lips all over Lionella’s body, just as he had imagined in his dream. Under her ear, her neck, below her collarbone… Naturally, with one hand holding Lionella’s waist, Mishael felt an overwhelming ecstasy brought on by the soft and intricate sensation. He felt like his chest would explode.

“Uh, wait, Mishael.”

But he couldn’t resist. When Lionella tried to stop him by subtly moving her body, Mishael put on an even more pitiful face. Since his er*ction was about to burst from the immorality he felt in this situation, his eyes reddened effortlessly.

“Ah, um, Mishael, I mean…”

“I’m sorry. You’ve done so much for me, Miss, so I really tried to calm down on my own…”

Gulp. A lump rose in Lionella’s delicate throat.

“But, I just can’t calm down without you… No, when I recall what you did to me, the symptoms get worse…”

“Ah….”

Wrinkles spread on Lionella’s pure white forehead like waves. Mishael, realizing that this slightly stimulated her sense of guilt, hurriedly fluttered the silver lashes that lined his eyelids.

“So, Miss, may I please stick my d*ck in your p*ssy…?”

Lionella’s peridot eyes widened at the sound of Mishael’s repeated question.

Ah.

So lovely.

The only one who could bring out such a bewildered expression from her, the most elegant and perfect lady in the world, was no one but himself. The smile that could turn his life upside down, her worried and restless appearance… all were something only he could see.

Feeling deep satisfaction in Lionella’s shocked face, Mishael raised his eyebrows.

“Ah, the Miss mentioned something about an alter ego, right…? It’s probably because of where I came from, that I also made a vulgar remark…”

“No, that’s not why.”

“Miss.”

Confirming that Lionella’s shock had subsided somewhat, Mishael put on his best face once again. He made a sorrowful expression that could stimulate Lionella’s sympathy from the most flattering angle where he could appear pretty.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Ever since he had decided not to just serve Lionella for a lifetime but to aspire for an exclusive relationship with her, this was a moment he had continuously wished for. Regardless, he had confirmed that she had no hesitation in doing things with him, so if an opportunity arose to serve her with his body, he would never let it slip away. Perhaps he never thought he would dare to desire Lionella on all those nights, but it was clear that he daydreamed and m*sturbation about her for this day.

So far, it had only been a matter of crossing a line that would never be erased between Lionella and him.

Tonight, somehow, I will satisfy Lionella and make it unbearable for her to avoid taking responsibility for me.

Having never had a relationship with a woman before, Mishael, who was knowledgeable about all sorts of gossip heard in the vibrant back alleys, didn’t think it would be as challenging as one might think, at least in theory.

Above all, it seemed that Lionella had a great deal of curiosity about what I had always thought would be of no use in my life…

“If you don’t mind… can I kiss you?”

Mishael put on the most pitiful expression possible, stimulating Lionella’s sympathy. In the intimacy of their breaths almost intermingled at a close distance, Lionella’s emerald eyes trembled.

“Or… how about your lower lips?”

Boom! Thud! Suddenly, thunder struck.

Even the weather… went according to Mishael’s plan.