“To me, this doesn’t even count as a stain.”
Serveyia couldn’t resist a sharp comment at the end.
But to be honest, just listening to the description made Lin Sheng feel like he was suffocating.
Such a critical occasion, and such a huge disgrace—if it were him, he probably wouldn’t have the face to see anyone anymore.
He shuddered at the thought.
“I’m sorry. I had to deal with some private matters. I hope it didn’t affect everyone’s mood.”
With the sound of the Saintess’s voice, Freya and Sofia reappeared before us.
Similar to when they left, Freya was still gripping the back of Sofia’s neck.
But unlike before, both of their expressions had changed dramatically.
Freya’s face was filled with smug satisfaction, as if she had achieved great fulfillment.
Sofia, on the other hand, looked utterly broken, as if life had lost all meaning.
Recalling what Serveyia had just said about the Saintess’s little “peculiar” hobbies, I could only mourn for Sofia in my heart.
“It didn’t, Saintess. You returned at just the right time.”
A mysterious smile appeared on Serveyia’s face.
To be honest, this smile made Lin Sheng uneasy in a different way.
He felt like prey being watched by a hunter.
“Uwuuwu, Princess, they’re all bullying me, nya! You have to stand up for me, nya!”
As soon as Freya tossed her aside, Sofia ran over to Lin Sheng, tears streaming down her face as she protested with all her might.
“Princess, look at my tail, nya! It’s almost been rubbed bald, nya!”
Sofia thrust her white tail toward me.
Although it wasn’t as exaggerated as she claimed, it was clear from the way it was handled that the technique was completely unprofessional—rubbing against the fur rather than with it.
Of course, if it was the Saintess, the possibility of it being intentional was even higher.
Lin Sheng wanted to comfort Sofia, but he also understood that he himself was like a clay Buddha crossing the river—barely able to protect himself.
His own tail was destined for torment tonight.
What right did he have to console anyone?
“Princess, nya, can I touch your tail, nya? I’ll be very gentle, very gentle, nya!”
Sofia’s sparkling eyes looked at me as she inched closer, pleading.
Uh, how to say this—Lin Sheng didn’t expect Sofia to make such a request.
But seeing her blinking at him, it was hard to refuse.
And thinking about how Serveyia would be holding his tail all night, maybe he should get used to it sooner rather than later.
“I suppose you can, but you have to be gentle.”
Lin Sheng realized he really needed to work on his inability to refuse beautiful girls’ requests.
Otherwise, in a place like Saint Laia, he’d end up being devoured without a trace.
But just this once.
Lin Sheng extended one of his tails toward Sofia.
Immediately, he saw Sofia’s delighted face as she hugged it tightly.
“Nya! Bliss, nya~ The Princess’s tail is even softer than the softest couch in the Guild, nya~”
What surprised Lin Sheng was that, even though Sofia was holding his tail, he didn’t feel any overly sensitive reaction.
Why was that?
Was it because he extended it himself?
Or was it because he was mentally prepared?
“Sofia, do not be rude to the Princess!”
“Bleh, bleh, bleh! I think it’s just the frustrated Saintess being upset because she can’t touch the Princess’s tail, nya!”
As expected, Lin Sheng saw Freya puffing up in anger, her eyes burning as she stared at Sofia’s hand—no, at his tail.
It seemed the Saintess had no intention of hiding her little peculiarities.
Her feverish gaze was enough to burn a hole in Lin Sheng’s tail.
“It seems the two of you really do get along well~”
Even though Sofia had just been dragged out for a lesson in ‘love’s education,’ she now seemed completely unfazed.
“Hmph! It’s only because I’m magnanimous, nya. Otherwise, our dear Saintess would have to seek out some unknown stray kittens to satisfy her desires, nya~”
“Sofia, don’t talk nonsense!”
“Nonsense, nya? If that’s the case, I won’t let the Saintess touch my tail anymore, nya!”
“You! How dare you!”
It looked like Sofia had won this round decisively.
From this perspective, perhaps both sides were getting what they wanted.
As a fluff-enthusiast, the Saintess could enjoy her beloved fluffy touch from Sofia.
But Lin Sheng couldn’t help but wonder why Sofia was even with the Saintess in the first place.
Was it to gain support from the Church?
Surely it wasn’t because Sofia liked being stroked, was it?
Thinking carefully, the Audience Hall was now filled with important figures from politics, religion, and commerce.
If the three of them were to create some sort of “Treaty,” the entire Continent would probably tremble.