chapter 116

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We walked the streets and looked at the scenery of the festival.

On the street, handsomely dressed men glanced at me, yet for some reason, they couldn’t approach me easily.

Does this dress Daisy put on have any defensive power?

I wondered if it was because the image I saw in the mirror of the store passing by was completely strong.

Fufu, just bother me, anyone.

I’ll hit you in the ass with a whip.

It was when our footsteps reached the plaza.

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, wags his tail.]

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, is alert.]

The chat window flashed.

The large plaza was decorated with colorful flowers, and a magnificent platform was built.

Countless people gathered, and the road leading to the platform was full of people wearing noble clothes. And I found Kyle sitting on a chair on a podium in the plaza.

Behind him, more than twenty knights were lined up, then the royal magician and priests were also visible.

“His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived.”

“Oh my. How can helook so cool from a distance?”

I could hear people talking behind me.

“Daisy. Let’s go.”

I grabbed Daisy’s wrist and turned around.

“Wouldn’t it be better to greet His Highness before we leave?”

“If we go any closer, we will bother him.”

I shook my head reluctantly.

I felt like I could feel some gaze on the back of my head as I turned around, but I didn’t look back.

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, is whimpering.]

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, whines.]

[The God of Benevolence, Oman, lifts Ciel up and embraces him.]

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, can’t let go of his lingering feelings and struggles…]

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Kyle, who was sitting on a seat on the podium at the Emperor’s command to show his face at the festival, jumped up from his seat.

The appearance of the back of the splendid red dress caught his eye. A blonde similar to Ariel, but with a different hairstyle.

The knight standing behind asked.

“Your Highness, is there anything wrong?”

“…No.”

He thought he could hear a dog crying anxiously somewhere, though.

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