Chapter 94

Seeing Sylatrella in this state, she felt a rather complicated emotion in her heart.

This fellow… normally so nonsensical, always yelling “Mama, mama,” which Sheffy found annoying. She had told her not to call her that, but she simply wouldn’t listen. Yet when it truly mattered, she could actually contribute so much.

If it had been under normal circumstances, Sheffy wouldn’t have bothered with her.

But today…

It wouldn’t hurt to make a small exception.

【Advanced Healing · Full Dispel.】

A warm, pale green radiance that could dispel all negative effects—even lethal poisons—surrounded the Little Holy Sword.

The flush of wine red on her face faded in an instant.

Not only that, even the magic she had exhausted rapidly recovered.

It wasn’t just her—this green glow also encircled Xiarette. The fatigue from having used magic just moments ago felt as though it had never existed, and her entire body felt light.

“This is…”

“This is a special improved healing spell I developed myself~ It’s pretty amazing. Even if you skewer a big fish and roast it over the fire for three minutes, I could still bring it back to life!”

The big fish: Did I commit some grave sin or something? You roast me over a blazing fire for three minutes, then revive me? And then what—roast me again?

Bathed in this healing glow, Sylatrella opened her eyes.

Her blue pupils gradually regained clarity, reflecting Sheffy’s relaxed face.

The Little Holy Sword was so happy…

She had helped Lady Sheffy, and now Lady Sheffy was in turn helping her.

This was, in a certain sense, mutual devotion!

Sylatrella felt that some soft part inside her heart grew ever more attached, to the point that when she awoke, she bounced up like a little spring and lunged straight into Sheffy’s arms!

Again?!

“Lady Sheffy! Hug!”

“?!”

Sheffy was caught off guard. She had no time to evade, so she could only let Sylatrella crash right into her embrace.

But the two of them were both petite little girls—who could catch whom?

Sheffy was knocked backward by Sylatrella straight onto the bed.

Xiarette hurriedly hooked her arms under Sylatrella’s armpits to pull her away, but who could have known this little creature’s stubbornness was so fierce? She unleashed her full power to snuggle, rubbing her face vigorously against Sheffy’s utterly unremarkable chest, refusing to budge!

Sylatrella’s hair brushed against an unfortunate place.

This made Sheffy, who had just been about to push her away, shiver all over.

Damn it… This mere Sylatrella—how dare she be so brazen…?!

And only then did Sheffy look down at her and realize…

She was wearing nothing but underwear?!

Sheffy’s gaze gradually turned lifeless, and she slowly shifted her eyes to Xiarette, who was desperately trying to haul Sylatrella away.

Xiarette, seeing this, immediately had to explain—how could she let Sheffy harbor such a terrifying misunderstanding!

“N-no, Sheffy! I absolutely did not take advantage of you while you were vulnerable! I swear!”

“I swear too!” Sylatrella, having finished her bout of snuggling, was now brimming with energy. She raised her hand in earnest pledge. “That didn’t count as taking advantage— I was treating Lady Sheffy’s illness! That’s why I was so outrageous.”

“Outrageous…?! You… what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything… I just kissed you once. To make sure the magic circuits were properly constructed, I needed to stay on your lips for a few more seconds, and then… the tongue…”

“You pervert…! Get off me aaaaah!!”

Sheffy, torn between grief and fury, grabbed a pillow and hurled it straight at her!

But to Sylatrella, this was the highest form of reward imaginable!

“Uwaah!! Is this also Lady Sheffy’s loving punishment?! Th-thank you!! Lady Sheffy, please hit me here… I beg you, uuuh!!”

“Die!!”

……………………………………..

After much persuasion from Xiarette, Sylatrella finally jumped back into the Holy Sword to take refuge.

Although she still wished she could go on receiving her punishment, Sheffy had already picked up a chair… Xiarette had no choice but to urge Sylatrella to retreat.

Because above all, they had to protect the furniture.

With no more target to assault, Sheffy, clad only in her underwear, hugged her knees and curled up on the bed. Her silver hair draped behind her, wrapping her up into an enticing little bundle of silver. But this little silver-haired bundle now stared blankly into space, as if many of her dreams had withered away.

“Humiliating… damn it… how could this happen… drinking ruins lives… ah! Drinking always leads to disaster!”

“A-alright, Sheffy, don’t dwell on it too much. Even though I’m also pretty upset… I was watching the whole time. Little Sylatrella really was trying to help you with the drunkenness… She didn’t have any bad intentions, and she worked very hard.”

“You don’t understand, Xiarette… This isn’t about intentions, good or bad… That’s just not… Ugh, in the end, you’re the real culprit here!”

“Me?!”

Who else?

Sheffy had always been used to living freely.

In the past, whenever she felt unhappy, she would spread her wings and soar through the skies. In that state, not even the heavens could hold her down.

But when she and Xiarette were handling official matters before…

The Sheffy whom even the heavens couldn’t restrain, ended up pinned down.

Pinned immovably by that softness. Just moving a little made her legs tense all over. One could say she lost all her dignity overnight.

The entire time, Sheffy hadn’t managed to turn the tables even once, and so the incident had left a rather deep psychological scar on her tender heart. Precisely because of this, Sheffy had silently resolved that next time—she would reclaim everything she had lost!

But before she even had a chance for the next time…

Sylatrella went and pinned her down again?!

Although Sylatrella truly hadn’t meant it that way, the moment Sheffy imagined being pinned down and kissed by someone even shorter than herself, she couldn’t help but shudder all over.

She was shorter than me… Ugh… By what right?!

Humiliation… it wasn’t merely humiliation—this was sheer, unspeakable disgrace!

She wanted revenge, but it wasn’t as if she could just kiss her back, could she?! Which only made the more she thought about it, the angrier she got!

Xiarette looked at Sheffy’s gritted teeth and her flushed face, seething with indignation…

She figured there was no way to talk her out of this.

So she could only force a bitter smile and steer the topic elsewhere.

Xiarette sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the small blanket, and draped it over Sheffy’s smooth back. While lightly patting her, she quietly asked,

“Ahaha… Let’s not dwell on that. Speaking of which, I really had no idea—Sheffy, you can’t hold your liquor at all? Back when you were in the Demon King’s Castle, were you always like this? But as the Demon Clan Princess, didn’t you have to attend banquets where you drank?”

“There was no alcohol in the Demon King’s Castle.”

“Eh? No alcohol… What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. I remember when I was five years old, the Demon King’s Castle received a batch of fine liquor brought by some emissaries. Father was delighted. I was curious about what it tasted like, so I sneaked into Father’s treasure tower and took a new bottle to try. In my memory, it didn’t even taste good… The details are fuzzy now. But after that, Father issued an order that no alcohol whatsoever was allowed into the Demon King’s Castle. A few days later, I heard the treasure tower was being rebuilt. I don’t know why it had to be rebuilt—someone said it was destroyed by a calamity. Ah… What a pity. When they rebuilt the treasure tower, all that liquor was lost with it. This time was just an accident… I always believed I could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but who could have guessed it would end like this… Looks like this stuff really is best avoided.”

Thinking about it, Father was so stingy. Was it really necessary to go so far as mutual destruction and a complete ban just because she’d drunk a little of his liquor?

Xiarette’s brow twitched violently as she pointed out the real crux of this story.

“Sheffy… Are you sure… that time it wasn’t you getting drunk and destroying the treasure tower?”

“Hah…? Impossible, impossible! Even if my tolerance wasn’t great, it couldn’t have been that bad! I must have drunk a lot to pass out this time, right? At least three big cups!”

“No… you only had about two or three sips this time.”

“Seriously…? Then could it be that when I was little, it really was me who destroyed the treasure tower…”

“It’s fine. At least the treasure tower has been rebuilt.”

“Ugh… Actually, that was the third reconstruction… The second time, Father still hadn’t banned alcohol… and then it blew up again…”

“……”

I can absolutely understand the Demon King’s resolve to ban alcohol now. In order to protect the safety of the Demon King’s Castle, he’d even gone so far as to give up drinking himself—this truly was admirable!

From that, Xiarette understood very clearly—she decided on the spot that from this moment on, alcohol would be strictly forbidden in their household!

And so, Sheffy finally gained some self-awareness about her drinking capacity.

She hunched her shoulders and stopped talking about it.

From now on, she’d just drink fruit nectar, wouldn’t that be enough… damn it.

The room wasn’t particularly warm—in fact, it was a little chilly, which was rather comfortable.

But a bead of fragrant sweat still rolled down Sheffy’s gracefully curved neck, and it happened to catch Xiarette’s eye.

Only then did she notice that Sheffy’s little face was still flushed pink.

Earlier, when Sheffy used 【Healing】, she had only dispelled Sylatrella’s drunkenness and restored Xiarette’s magic, but it seemed she hadn’t removed the half-lingering drunken state from herself.

“Doesn’t that give you a headache? Why didn’t you use 【Healing】on yourself?”

“Well… I felt it wasn’t necessary. This state feels kind of… peculiar? Light and floaty, not dizzy, a little warm—it’s rather pleasant.”

“Is that so? This feeling is normal. If you drink just a little and don’t overdo it, that’s exactly how it feels. Mm… Right, Sheffy, there’s something I want to say to you.”

“Go ahead, let’s hear it.”

Xiarette nodded, slipped off her slippers, and sat facing Sheffy in a duck-like posture on the bed. The spring mattress swayed up and down a few times.

Looking Sheffy straight in the eyes, Xiarette placed her palms properly on her thighs, then suddenly used her right index finger to twirl a lock of her golden hair that had fallen in front of her. She turned her gaze aside, and with her speaking pace just slightly quicker than usual, she confessed:

“It’s… it’s just, when little Sylatrella kissed you in front of me… To be honest, I got a little jealous… It didn’t feel good.”

“Pfft…” Sheffy covered her mouth and stifled a laugh. “Oh, Xiarette~ Didn’t I already tell you before? Who admits out loud that they’re jealous when they’re jealous? You’ll sour yourself right up!”

“I don’t care what anyone else does. That’s just how I am.”

“Aww… Then there’s nothing I can do… I already beat up Sylatrella.”

“Sheffy, didn’t you say… you felt a bit warm just now?”

Xiarette extended her index finger.

And hooked it around the strap that could undo the tiny undergarment on Sheffy’s upper body.

“I can help you cool down… you know?”

“That would only make it hotter…”

“I don’t care… When your big sister gets jealous, she’s very selfish.”

Perhaps, at this very moment, Sheffy could still escape…

If she relied on the art of words.

But as the saying goes—

—’Alcohol gives courage to the timid.’

Since the drunkenness hadn’t fully worn off yet, Sheffy felt not the slightest fear of Xiarette’s beautiful eyes glimmering with desire.

She didn’t even notice that her undergarment had already been unfastened and had slipped straight down onto the bed. Sheffy clenched her little fists and raised them high.

“Come… come on! Who’s afraid of who! And don’t you dare say you skipped dinner! You ate plenty tonight! This time we must settle this once and for a… mm?!”

Before she could finish her declaration—

Xiarette pounced forward while snapping her fingers.

Golden hair and silver hair intertwined, scattering starlight that fell one after another.

The warm glow of the Light Magic Crystal went out with the sound of the snap.

Moonlight spilling through the windows illuminated Sheffy’s little face with a faint glow.

Only… no one could say for sure whether the blush on that face…

Was the flush of drunkenness—

Or the shy radiance of embarrassment~

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