“Enough worrying about those fools. There’s something else I need to tell you.”
Movira loosened her arms slightly, but Seraphina still couldn’t break free and could only lean against her.
“The human side… Saint Eustacia of the Holy See has taken the initiative to propose a formal trade treaty. Mostly grain, tools, and certain minerals.”
“She proposed it herself?”
When Seraphina had still been a knight, she had never met the Saintess in person, but the priests’ scattered remarks painted a picture of an extremely proud woman.
She was genuinely shocked that the Saintess would lower her head and negotiate trade with demons.
“Yes. She probably realised that the current chaotic pricing hurts both sides.”
Movira deliberately stretched the pause, then gently lifted Seraphina’s chin with a finger so their eyes met.
“But she made one special request: when the treaty is signed, she hopes I will bring the Demon Realm’s Princess Regent—you—with me. She seems… very interested in you.”
A trace of suspicion flashed through Seraphina’s eyes. The Saintess of the Holy See… wanted to meet her? This was definitely not simple curiosity.
“When?”
“In a little while. She still has matters to settle on her side. I’ll go with you then. It’ll be a good chance to take a look around.”
Movira settled her back onto the soft bed. “There. You’ve only just recovered—don’t tax yourself over these things.”
“Sleep a bit more. I have matters to attend to.”
This time Movira really left.
Seraphina was left alone on the vast, soft bed. She had intended to think about the future, about how to push forward the new policies.
Yet the familiar scent of Movira that lingered on the sheets pulled her thoughts astray…
In the end they drifted back to what had happened in this very room not long ago.
The lingering ache and softness in her body grew especially vivid now that everything else was quiet—like embers that refused to die, faintly radiating heat.
“Jerk… beast… shameless…”
She abruptly rolled over and buried her burning face in the pillow. But the pillow was soaked in Movira’s scent too—she had nowhere to escape.
Before she became Seraphina, she had been a knight of pure heart. And even earlier, in her life in another world, she had never experienced anything like this.
So the strange, chaotic sensations inside her body right now were completely incomprehensible.
“What the hell… forcing me to do that… weird stuff…”
She hadn’t even finished the thought when her mind slipped back into the memory.
A warm current surged unbidden from deep inside, making her tremble. Instinctively she pressed her thighs together and rubbed them slightly.
“Stupid bed… stupid smell! Disgusting, hate it!”
Her muffled voice in the pillow was soft and powerless, sounding more like a spoiled whine.
“I absolutely won’t…”
But Movira’s words from that time echoed relentlessly in her mind, almost bewitching:
“My Seraphina, the only part of you that’s still hard right now… is probably this little mouth of yours.”
New policies, the future—everything scattered under the sweet, overwhelming tide of memory.
Suddenly, a bold and rebellious thought sprouted.
Why should only she be allowed to…?
………………
Night deepened. The bedroom door was gently pushed open.
Movira’s figure appeared in the doorway, as if she had just returned from outside.
Her gaze fell instantly on the curled-up form on the bed; the corners of her mouth lifted inaudibly rose.
She did not miss the faint, unusual scent in the air.
Her eyes settled lightly on the slightly awkward posture Seraphina maintained beneath the blanket.
Seraphina wasn’t asleep at all—her heart was pounding so hard she feared it would leap out of her chest. She could feel Movira’s gaze lingering on her.
Movira was silent for a moment—an eternity to Seraphina.
“Oh?”
Finally Movira’s voice broke the quiet. She knew perfectly well Seraphina was awake and deliberately drawled,
“My dear Seraphina, do you want to explain to me yourself… what this is?”
“What kind of game is this?”