Chapter 93 - 92

I think I know what Miho suspects.

This woman thinks that I am someone who hates red bean porridge and peach-flavored wine.

To prove that wasn’t the case, I downed the wine she offered in one go.

I’m not usually a strong drinker, so a hot feeling rose to my head.

“Are you satisfied?”

“…”

Miho, who had been watching my actions intently, looked at Celia as if she had made up her mind and said.

“…I want to talk about what I’m going to say from now on with Gilmon alone.”

“…. No, I think it’s better if I stay too…”

But Celia didn’t take her eyes off me.

“…I’m a Teacher, so I can’t let go of a student, even if they’ve dropped out.”

“Then why did you just watch me being offered alcohol?”

I said, my irritation rising sharply.

“…That’s right… Masldam, I don’t think this is right.”

Celia suddenly shone dangerously.

“Please go back. I’ll take care of Gilmon from here.”

“No, I…”

“…Come to think of it, I didn’t like it. Madam? Why are you feeding my student alcohol without permission?”

“…Huh? I thought you said he was a dropout…”

Miho was flustered by the Teacher’s unexpected reaction.

Then Celia grabbed Miho’s neck tightly.

“keueuk…”

Shit.

Why is this bitch suddenly going on a rampage?

I glanced around, but strangely, no one was looking at us.

Even while Celia was kicking the table with her knee and spilling the dishes.

As if this place was invisible.

At this rate, Miho will die.

Damn it, I thought it was strange that she was so quiet when her affection was over 100.

I quickly picked up the porridge bowl, which looked to be about 3cm thick.

It was a heavy white porcelain bowl with half-eaten red bean porridge inside.

“I’m sorry, Teacher!”

I hit Celia in the back of the head with it.

Slap.

The strength in Celia’s thumb, which had been pressing on Miho’s Adam’s apple, loosened.

“kyaah, haa, haa…”

Miho Nanai gasped for breath.

Meanwhile, Celia didn’t faint at once and staggered.

I hit her in the back of the head again.

Slap.

The porcelain didn’t break because it was so hard, but instead, the contents scattered spectacularly into the air.

Some of it stuck haphazardly on Celia’s long hair.

Shit, I’m sorry, everyone.

I had no choice to save a life.

Miho grabbed her neck, which had red marks, and looked up at me.

“T-thank… You… No, I’m not thankful! I know you’re a pervert! I despise help from a pervert!”

Miho screamed, suddenly regaining her senses.

The table and chairs we were sitting at were a mess with red bean porridge splattered everywhere, and Celia was lying on the side with her eyes rolled back.

Only her upper body was hanging on the chair, and her skirt was flipped over, exposing her black panties.

Her arm was bent ridiculously, and her legs were folded, making her look ridiculous.

“…Let’s move to another place.”

Even though I caused such an accident, no one looked at us closely.

The employees only tilted their heads occasionally as if they were puzzled.

I left the two women behind and went outside first.

They ordered it themselves, so they’ll take care of the bill.

A moment later.

“S-stop, you monster! Y-you, pervert!”

Miho, wearing not-so-high heels, rushed out.

Celia was still inside the store.

I don’t know what will happen when she wakes up.

“…We’re outside, Mother.”

“Don’t call me Mother! What did you do to my daughter? I know you’re a monster. You stole my daughter’s energy and seduced her, didn’t you?”

“…..”

Yes, this was the great misunderstanding of Miho Nanai, who came from a family of exorcists.

***

“So, you fed her red bean porridge and wine because you can’t do exorcism.”

Miho’s temple throbbed as if I had hit the nail on the head.

“…I’m just weak at exorcism. I’ve been resting for a long time, too.”

“It’s not that, it’s because your family went bankrupt when you were young. You probably didn’t learn properly.”

“How did you know that? Did you investigate me?! Th-th… Actually, even my husband doesn’t know…!”

We left the aftermath to Celia and moved to a nearby cafe.

Miho was calmer than before.

She seemed to be embarrassed that she had been screaming in a panic earlier.

Well, this woman is Sierra’s mother.

She must be ashamed of herself for breaking social etiquette and public morals.

Sierra likes propriety and is polite because of this woman’s influence.

I know this woman’s backstory.

Of course, because I’m the original author.

“…Anyway, I’ve been cleared of suspicion, right?”

It’s a blessing in disguise.

I didn’t think it was that complicated.

I proved that I wasn’t a ghost or a pervert.

Red bean porridge and peach-flavored wine were useless.

“No.”

So when Miho glared at me and said that, I had no choice but to swallow hard.

“I think you need to tell me what you did to my daughter. Do you know what state she’s in right now?”

Miho said.

“She said she’s going to marry you. What did you do to a child who still has to go to the Academy? You, you took my daughter’s virginity, didn’t you?”

“M-marriage…?”

Why is she suddenly going on a rampage?

…No, surely the promised week hasn’t passed yet?

Go to the Academy obediently and live as a diligent Sierra.

Once a week, I’ll give you as much sex as you want.

That was my promise to Aisha in the past, and to Sierra as well.

Surely that would have calmed her affection to some extent, but suddenly, marriage?

“Let’s go for now, I don’t care if you’re a pervert who corrupts human women or not. You’re not thinking of abandoning my daughter as she is, are you? If you did, I’ll tell my husband and he’ll never forgive you.”

“No, wait…”

“What are you hesitating for? Sierra is a child I’ve raised to be a perfect bride since she was young. You’re not someone she should hesitate over. You’re just a man with nothing but a pretty face.”

Miho looked me up and down and said.

I’m glad she at least gave me points for my face.

It seems she judged that that’s the only thing I have that Sierra would like.

In fact, Sierra is the type who doesn’t care much about a man’s face.

If I know her, this woman is the one who cares more about faces.

She doesn’t show it, though.

Ha, what should I do?

Miho’s husband is Marquis Abados Solers.

He’s not someone whose power can be said to be weak in this country.

Considering his devotion to his wife, it will be quite troublesome.

I’m going to see her once a week anyway, so let’s go and explain.

A little dick might make her feel better, I guess.

Sierra said it arbitrarily, but there was a prior agreement.

“…I understand. Let’s go for now.”