Not being able to have her would be hell. Then it was right to have her and go to hell. 

 When he wanted something, he took it. He never cared about the means or methods. Today was no different. 

 “To hell with the perfect son of god.” 

 Madam Rosalie smiled with a bright face. 

 “They say love makes you half-mad. That’s not wrong.” 

 “That was Her Highness’s wish. I was never perfect. I just pretend to be perfect.” 

 “Interesting. Nicholas Reinhart.” 

 Madam Rosalie muttered as she put down the rosary she had been fiddling with with a clack. 

 “Wanting to save her so much you don’t care about falling into hell. Have you already solved your own curse yourself?” 

 “Sorry but I never thought of that as a curse. Rather it was a blessing since it made things convenient.” 

 “Anyway, you’re admirable. Then I should give you a reward.” 

 She grinned. 

 “Get Rarien Claude pregnant within the remaining time. Then she’ll live. But you absolutely cannot tell Rarien about this, and you can’t force yourself on her either. Understood?” 

 “Pregnant?” 

 I’d be fine with it but… Isn’t it a bit bizarre for a way to break the curse? 

 Nicholas narrowed his eyes at Madam Rosalie. 

 “Why pregnancy specifically? This is quite messy and inelegant.” 

 “Inelegant? What’s wrong with s*x? What blessing is more beautiful than s*x for humans? Isn’t it the most sacred act humans can do for love and life?” 

 Madam Rosalie raised her voice uncharacteristically. 

 To insult the act she loved most when living in a human body. And while he himself was obsessed with it too. She couldn’t believe it. 

 “Says the one who used the bible as an ashtray. You sound just like Goddess Arne.” 

 “Whatever. Just be grateful. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten to experience such a good thing.” 

 “Anyway, you promise?” 

 “Living a life of being deceived? Ah, and this. Give this to Rarien when it’s all over.”

She snapped her fingers and suddenly a box appeared. 

 Inside the box lay a beautiful pair of women’s shoes. 

 “What is this?” 

 “Can’t you tell by looking? You say you’ll go to hell for her. I don’t understand how you missed her worn-out shoes. These have a bit of heel. Make sure she doesn’t have to run around like now.” 

 Nicholas still looked at them suspiciously as she walked toward the door with clicking heels. 

 And just before opening the door, she said as if giving him a reminder. 

 “Ah right, about using the bible as an ashtray. Keep that a secret from mother.” 

 “You mean Her Highness?” 

 “No, my mom. That book belongs to my mom.” 

 Click—. She looked back as she opened the doorknob. 

 “Ah, the days she has left should be written on the zinnia pot, so refer to that. Well then. Good luck.” 

 She left those brief words of encouragement and disappeared through the door. 

 Her mom’s book? The bible was a book containing the words of Goddess Arne. 

 When Nicholas, realizing he had missed something, quickly followed and opened the door, there was no one outside. 

 That night, who Nicholas Reinhart met was not a witch or Satan, but the Goddess of Lust, daughter of Goddess Arne. 

 ***

 “Nicki, mother is really disappointed. Did you come just for money after all?” 

 The next day, when he brought up the donation, the Grand Duchess Reinhart spoke with a hurt voice. 

 “It is for money. But it’s also because of mother.” 

 “What do you mean?” 

 Nicholas smiled gently while looking at his mother. 

 “Well… I need the money for matters regarding succession.” 

 “Succession? Did you perhaps find a woman?” 

 The Grand Duchess’s eyes grew wide. 

 “I’ll tell you everything after it’s all over. So please trust me and wait just this once, mother.” 

 Nicholas was able to secure a large donation from his mother. 

 From then on, the operation known as ‘Becoming Rarien Reinhart’ began. 

TOP SECRET 03# 

 Rarien Reinhart

 When Nicholas Reinhart arrived at the Southern Temple, he first asked for a special mass to be held. 

 To be precise, another clergy would conduct the mass, and he would only give the sermon. 

 As soon as he climbed onto the platform with leisurely steps, his gaze naturally went to ‘the center seat in the fourth row.’ 

 ‘As expected, she’s there.’ 

 It was exactly the seat that Rarien Claude always insisted on, as he had instructed the neighboring nun who acted as his contact to reserve it beforehand. 

 When the bishop announced the start of the sermon, Rarien, who had been half-dozing as if bored, struggled to keep her eyes open. 

 ‘……How cute.’ 

 A small laugh escaped at that pathetic sight. That rabbit-like thing, how surprised would she be knowing I’m here. 

 His heart swelled at the thought. 

 “Hello.” 

 Her large eyes grew wide. 

 “I am Nicholas Reinhart from the Central Temple.” 

 The moment their eyes met, she reflexively pretended to pray, hiding only her head like a child playing hide and seek. 

 What a fool. I can see everything from here, how she’s fidgeting and trying to hide. 

 If she ever climbed up to the platform and looked at the center seat in the fourth row, she would probably cry from embarrassment at her own behavior. 

 I’ve already seen you. As if wearing the veil deeper would make me not recognize you. 

 He could feel the contact nun looking her way, saying Rarien, Rarien. It’s good that she’s doing her job diligently, but… If only she weren’t so obvious about it. 

 He had instructed her to bring a handkerchief since Rarien sweats when nervous. 

 Watching her wipe her forehead with it and take deep breaths, she was undoubtedly very frightened. 

 “Today I would like to talk about promises and responsibility.” 

 The more frightened she seemed, the more intently Nicholas stared at Rarien. Her constant glancing around, unable to keep her gaze steady, seemed only pathetic and cute. 

 The more forcefully he spoke, the more color drained from Rarien’s face. 

 “Those who take promises and responsibility lightly will surely pay a corresponding price.” 

 Nicholas emphasized each word. It was more of a threat than a sermon. 

 If you made a promise to help, you should take responsibility, Rarien Claude. 

 The woman sat as if on pins and needles, only wishing for this sermon to end quickly. 

 Nicholas Reinhart also wished for this sermon to end quickly. He wanted to take her to his office and see her up close. 

 ***

 Nicholas started by thoroughly isolating Rarien Claude from her surroundings. 

 The position of aide that he could control at will was perfect for that. 

 Since ‘Rarien Claude’ was the main purpose of his visit anyway, there wasn’t anything special to do, and he planned to observe her all day while giving her various odd jobs. 

 He had told the bishop he would use the entire annex building. Though he probably wouldn’t need it much, he had prepared lodgings for Rarien Claude in the annex in advance in case things progressed slowly.

He saw the bishop’s face flash with confusion when he brushed off the priests who had been waiting eagerly and immediately appointed her as his aide. 

 ‘Of course it would seem strange.’ 

 But since the person paying wanted it, they couldn’t object. 

 Of course, this reaction was largely intended. It would lay the groundwork for rumors about him and Rarien being involved. 

 Seeing her fumbling and not knowing what to do as soon as he brought her before him made him want to tease her mischievously. 

 After dismissing the bishop and being left alone together, it was quite a sight to see her pale face gradually turning blue. 

 Though there was a mountain of things he wanted to confront her about, he held back and deliberately piled her with mountains of work instead. 

 He made her organize unnecessary documents and went on about carrots in sandwiches, but Rarien Claude remained steadfast without crying. 

 The sandwich incident might have been a bit harsh. But it would be the last time she’d be running around in those worn-out shoes anyway. 

 Not only would she not have to run around like now, she wouldn’t even be able to go anywhere alone without him. 

 He wanted to hide that cute thing and keep her all to himself. 

 ‘Why isn’t she crying? I want to see her cry.’ 

 By that point, he too had become stubborn about it. 

 Though he knew it was childish behavior, he wanted to see her cry and… Thinking about how rotten he felt after Rarien ran away, he really wanted to see it. 

 So he made her write a thesis but. He was surprised at how accurately she had grasped his intentions. 

 And that wasn’t all. She had even meticulously organized the sermon content that he himself couldn’t remember. 

 F*ck, just like the pervert he was. 

 Blood rushed to his c*ck, aroused by her unnecessarily desperate appearance. When she got chocolate all over her mouth while eating, and when she thoughtlessly fell asleep, he thought he would die trying to hold back from embracing her. 

 Finally, after waiting and waiting, he followed her to her original room and made his move. 

 Normally he wouldn’t have had s*x in such a messy dump, but the room full of Rarien Claude’s scent seemed to numb his reason. 

 When he discovered Benjamin’s identity, he had to admit he was crazy for feeling jealous even of a character in a book. 

 When the neighboring nun came to check on things, he deliberately made it obvious. 

 Though he hadn’t instructed her to spread rumors, he hadn’t silenced her either. No, he had predicted various talk would circulate from the moment he selected Rarien Claude as his aide. If Rarien could no longer stay at the temple because of the rumors and had to depend on him, that was actually what he wanted. 

 The human nature of envying others couldn’t be stopped. It didn’t matter. It was true anyway, and he would be taking her away soon. 

 If rumors were going to spread, he hoped they would be really dirty ones. 

 He had already hinted to the Central Temple about his thoughts of returning to his family. 

 Though he knew it was wrong, he had never cared about means and methods anyway. As long as Rarien clung to him, he was confident he could take her away safely by whatever means necessary.