"I-I finally muddled through it."
Inside the large bathhouse of House Poztut, Shien emerged dripping wet, leaning against the wall as though exhausted.
Don't misunderstand. He was genuinely mentally exhausted, not weak in the knees and unable to walk from doing anything delightful.
Shien had certainly wanted to turn into a beast and devour the daughter of House Elbain, who had practically delivered herself to his doorstep, bones and all. But she clearly had no intention of letting him have his way. She only kept tormenting him and trying to pry information out of him. Yet whenever Shien dared to pounce, she would immediately swing a fist and send him flying.
"Unless you tell me what you've been hiding from me."
The naked purple-haired girl had said that more than once. Her tone was calm, and her expression was equally flat, but she no longer wore a mask in front of Shien. Looking at that pretty face—one that no one else knew, and which would undoubtedly become another Kingdom's Treasure-level beauty in the future—and then at her completely bare body, Shien had truly wanted to surrender more than once and simply tell Tier everything.
But this was not something he could tell Tier.
Because Shien knew that, given Tier's personality, if he told her about Moro and House Laifirut, she would very likely disappear without a word, seek them out herself, and settle things with them.
Don't doubt it. That was absolutely something Tier would do.
That girl had never feared danger, nor had she ever been in the habit of leaving her problems to others, relying on others, or asking others for help. Therefore, Shien could say with certainty that once she learned of this, she would definitely try to resolve it alone.
That was absolutely unacceptable.
Shien recalled