"What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean I didn't even spare my own maid?"
Greg looked baffled.
He carefully thought back over everything since he had transmigrated into this world. He had always behaved himself around Ellie and had never gotten handsy with her.
Besides, given the difference in their strength, she would have been the one who wouldn't spare him. How could he possibly have been the one making a move?
Nightmare's voice held the gleeful amusement of someone enjoying a show. "Oh, please. I saw it with my own eyes. While you were unconscious, that maid kissed you on the lips."
Greg's expression froze.
His mind raced as he assessed how credible Nightmare's words were.
Thinking it over, aside from screwing him over once with Veronica, the Church of Light's Saintess, Nightmare really hadn't lied to him much about anything else.
And lying to him about something like this didn't seem to benefit her in any way.
So-it was most likely true.
"You're sure you aren't lying to me?" Greg asked one last time.
Nightmare replied, "Of course. And that maid looked quite practiced. This certainly wasn't her first time doing such a thing."
"..."
Greg fell silent for a moment, quietly digesting this information.
Although he had known Ellie had feelings for him, he hadn't expected her to have already gone this far.
For a moment, Greg's feelings were rather complicated.
Originally, he had only wanted to save Ellie and help her avoid that future filled with death. He hadn't thought much beyond that.
Now, a single remark from Nightmare had completely shattered that understanding. She had shown him another possibility.
Greg slowly turned his head and looked at Ellie's back as she stirred the soup.
Firelight shone on the side of her face,