"Ugh..."
Jeanne whimpered softly. She was not an impatient person, but surely this had gone on far too long!
From the daylight when she woke until night was nearly upon them, even Jeanne had begun to feel numb.
At first, she had been filled with humiliation and pain, but as the panting from the confessional grew increasingly submissive and alluring, the saint's situation gradually became awkward.
As a pure, holy maiden, her resolve would never waver over something like this, but that did not mean she could spend most of the day overhearing it without any reaction at all.
Roland was a monster, so that was one thing, but how could Caren endure it too?!
To keep herself from getting distracted, the crimson-faced saint stood like a schoolchild being punished, her hands carefully pressed to her sides, her back perfectly straight and her gaze slightly lowered, not daring to move even a little.
Now she even found herself hoping the Servants outside would hurry up and start fighting to distract her.
Unfortunately, after yesterday's massive defeat, with even people who paid no attention to the news wondering whether terrorists had entered Tokyo, a deity as cautious as Kama would never stir up more trouble before coming up with a new plan.
And Roland, the pillar of support for the other half of the Servants, was taking a break as well. Between the two, tonight was a rare peaceful night.
Though not entirely.
"You're still here, Miss Jeanne? I thought you might get frightened and flee this danger-ridden place."
Roland spoke with a smile.
He casually straightened his collar, stepped out of the confessional with its decadent fragrance, and glanced at Jeanne.
"Though what I did just now was shameless, it was quite effective. Once I get a little busy later,