Tos rubbed his chin.
To be honest, he thought of his good brother Red’s… pet.
Specifically, Letia.
Regardless of why Litt had chosen to go to the Sacred Heart Monastery, her purpose was clear.
And judging by her current progress, it was only a matter of time before Red or Letia gave in.
By the time Litt managed to free herself… Letia and Red would probably already be together.
He did not know if he should feel pity for the poor girl who was about to have her home “stolen.”
She had arrived before Letia and had even launched her offensive first.
The result… in a sense, she was becoming a losing character, much like Liz, wasn’t she?
Thinking of this, Tos could not help but sigh.
However, he did not think there was anything wrong with Litt.
In this world, the transfer of power did not always follow the will of those involved.
With Litt’s personality, she certainly would not have been willing to do something like this.
Nine times out of ten, she had been forced into it by Otto.
‘How can this Otto be so wicked?’
“Good morning, Siesta!”
Just as Tos was internally criticizing Otto, the voices of two passing nuns startled him, causing him to quickly dive into the bushes.
Listening to the two nuns chatting and laughing, Tos did not dare make a sound and listened intently.
“Did you see the Holy Maiden?”
“Mhm, she really is adorable! But… isn’t she really just Litt herself?”
“You think so too?”
Upon hearing this, the other nun spoke excitedly, “There seem to be some differences, but… seeing her focused and warm smile, I also feel like she’s Litt!”
As she spoke, the nun named Siesta seemed to remember something and shook her head.
“But it’s probably just a coincidence…”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, I heard a rumor that this Holy Maiden once studied at the Holy Church, but Litt… she’s never been to those places.”
“That seems right.”
The two continued talking as they gradually walked deeper into the monastery.
Tos then emerged from the bushes.
‘The Holy Church?’
He felt like he had heard something slightly subtle.
While it was normal to go to a Great Academy to bolster one’s degree and experience, why the Holy Church?
He felt like there was something fishy about it.
With doubt in his heart, Tos left the Sacred Heart Monastery.
***
On the other side, Red had finished washing up and settled for a simple breakfast.
As usual, he walked toward his small weapon shop.
However, when he reached the familiar shop front and saw the same two tightly closed, motionless, heavy doors, he could not help but sigh helplessly again.
How should he put this?
He had spent money to hire that girl to be the shop’s Succubus Shopkeeper…
Yet out of ten days, he could not even find a trace of her for nine of them.
If she was not sleeping in all day, she was off frolicking in some unknown corner.
‘This money feels like a bit of a waste.’
Red grumbled under his breath as he pulled out a key and unlocked the door.
Pushing the door open, he was not met with the expected scent of dust.
Instead, there was a refreshing feeling of a bright, clean, and spotless room.
As far as his eyes could see, the weapon racks were neatly arranged, the counter surface was as shiny as new, and the floor was polished enough to reflect a person’s silhouette.
Hmph… laziness aside, sleeping aside, she never slacked off on the work she was supposed to do.
He did not linger in the front hall and walked straight through the area where various weapons were displayed, heading toward the space deeper inside the shop.
In the deepest part of the weapon shop, utilizing an original storage corner, he had partitioned off a narrow space of about ten square meters to serve as a makeshift bedroom.
The room was far too crowded for someone of his stature; he could barely stretch his legs while lying down, and he was always afraid of bumping into the walls when turning over.
However, for Letia’s petite and dainty frame—much like a little cat—it was actually just right.
He had suggested to her back then that she should rent a house nearby, but Letia had refused the proposal.
she claimed that she liked small spaces, saying that she did not feel lonely lying inside them and felt a mysterious sense of security.
He really did not understand her logic.
Red walked to the door and knocked gently.
“Hey? Wake up, stop sleeping. What time is it? Time for breakfast.”
Back in Dawnblade, Red had often called Letia to get out of bed.
Calling her like this now gave him a strange sense of nostalgia.
However, after waiting for a long time, Red realized there was no response from inside the room.
“If you’re pretending to sleep, I’m coming in.”
Red gently turned the doorknob and walked into the small room, which was less than ten square meters.
Inside the room, there was only a bed, a wardrobe, and a small table.
Other than those, there was nothing else.
After placing those three items, the only space left for a person to stand was an aisle of less than two square meters.
He did not know how Letia had gotten used to sleeping in such a place.
Click.
Red pressed the switch on the wall, and the soft light of the magic lamp instantly dispelled the gloom of the small room.
However, when his gaze fell upon the small bed, his brow furrowed slightly.
The duvet was thrown aside in a mess, and the bed was empty and collapsed, with no sign of Letia’s small figure.
It was clear that Letia was not sleeping in.
She had simply gone off to frolic somewhere else early in the morning.
“I hope that girl didn’t forget to eat breakfast.”
Back in Dawnblade, Red felt that Letia had many bad lifestyle habits.
For example, when she had nothing to do, she would often sleep until eight in the evening.
Or for example, eating breakfast and lunch together.
Or for example, throwing her underwear and panties everywhere, making the duvet look like a dog’s nest…
“Sigh…”
Red sighed softly, a sound mixed with habitual helplessness and a hint of… indulgence that even he had never looked into deeply.
He stepped forward like a worried father, yet his movements carried a strange familiarity and patience.
He carefully shook out the crumpled duvet, smoothed it out, flattened the rolled-up corners one by one, and straightened the pillow tossed to the side… until the small bed regained some semblance of neatness.
He even tidied the clothes scattered on the bed one by one and put them back into the wardrobe.
However, looking at the sweet-smelling undergarments in his hands, Red clutched his forehead in pain.
As he thought of Letia’s face, the pain on his own face deepened.
He understood.
He finally understood…
It was exactly because he was always helping her clean up this stuff!
That was why he did not have a single romantic thought about her!