房客(糙汉)何璐程曜坤

"Alright. You two will work out the details later. Now he\'s mine and you have that while training or whatever. See ya~!" *click*

Then, directly proving her own words to be at least partially wrong, the platinum-haired girl smirked teasingly and snapped her fingers, sending the blond-haired girl back to where she spirited away from.

"Miri. What the fuck?!"

Zoemi was certainly not okay with what was going on and he loudly expressed his discontent while grabbing Miriette\'s shoulders and glaring her in the eyes.

"Don\'t make that face. I don\'t want my man to have a wide variety in his life. The necromancer is medium. I\'m..."

The platinum-haired girl sneered at him and said before hesitating and looking down...

"...modest..."

She said after glancing under her own dress and easily spotting her belly button.

"So Burushi with her massive K-ing-sized advantages just fits."

Miriette looked back up gazing into Zoemi\'s eyes and declared with a cheerful smile.

"...!"

"!!!"

Honestly? Zoemi had no idea how to handle her so he hastily leaned his head to the side staring at the only other person in the room – Aedlier – but the amaranth-haired girl flinched and looked away as fast as she could in panic, not wanting to have anything to do with whatever was going on.

"Seriously... Miri..."

The black-haired young man ended up letting out a tired sigh and looked back at the platinum-haired girl.

He let go of her shoulders and instead grabbed her hands as if he was preparing to have a serious conversation that the girl might want to run away from and opened his mouth.

"...Zoemi... Do you think that I don\'t care about my friends...?"

But then Miriette ended up speaking first, also making quite the upset face and squeezing the young man\'s hands.

"What? No, of course not. In the first place, you don\'t have many of those."

Zoemi raised his brows and shook his head from side to side assuring her.

"That last part was unnecessary, but I will benevolently act as if I didn\'t hear that."

"...pfft..."

Miriette frowned and scoffed making Zoemi snort.

"I want my friends to be happy. I really think that there is no better match for them than you. I\'m quite sure that you have a big enough heart to squeeze some affection for others between the boundless love you have for me~!"

The platinum-haired girl fidgetted in the young man\'s lap and said while blushing.

"In this world, everyone will want to use her for her healing magic and political advantage that having an asset like her would give them."

"..."

Miriette pointed out that Zoemi had no argument to refute her. He was fully aware that originally the second prince Surou even without the memories from the past timeline was going to use Burushi just like Miri said... It was technically possible for the blond-haired girl to find actual love, but... she was just too good of a catch for this world to be allowed a happy life.

"...understadnable... but... I am pretty sure that you used the plural of friends. You are not friends with Aspy."

"Tee-hee~!"

After the prolonged moment of consideration, Zoemi ended up giving up on his argument but then noticed a rather big part that Miriette tried to gloss over.

"Don\'t you give me that. Maybe I don\'t want a Guide-damn harem? Did you think about that?"

The black-haired young man scoffed in annoyance.

"Hey. You were okay with Teo before. Now I just need to return Teofee her memories and everything will..."

"Hold up...!"

Miriette became flustered and fidgetted with a cute frown – but ended up having a slip of a tongue that Zoemi picked up on immediately.

"What do you mean return her memories...?! Did you take away Teofee\'s memories just like you did with me?!"

Zoemi raised Miriette\'s hands so that she could not escape the questioning and gasped in shock.

"No! I mean, yes! But you don\'t understand! She would have stolen you away from me in a heartbeat! She loves you just as much as I do, but she has no shame at all! I had no choice!"

The platinum-haired god cried out helplessly and shimmied around so that she ended up hiding behind her own knees while still seated in the young man\'s lap.

"Miri!"

"NO! I want to have children with you first! She might be my best friend but I will not let her outdo me!"

Zoemi called out to which Miriette threw a temper tantrum like the spoiled noble lady that she was.

"..."

While the two were quarreling, Aedlier was hiding her face in her hands while curled up in her chair regretting not leaving the room where she had a chance.

Although, to her credit, she had no chance to evacuate.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

"!!!"

The discreet knocking came to the amaranth-hired girl\'s rescue as both Miriette and Zoemi flinched and hastily looked toward the door.

As the doorknob started to turn, the platinum-haired girl turned back to the black-haired young man, leaned in, and kissed him before disappearing without a trace taking the smell of ozone with her.

"My lord, the meal isn\'t ready yet but... well... it looks like you arrived at the royal castle together with young lord Derizno..."

The black-haired maid entered the room, bowing her head apologetically from the start while speaking up with hesitation.

"!!!"

Aedlier instantly got over the shame and straightened her back, staring at Mandwaharn who mentioned the name of the family that destroyed her life and glared between her and the black-haired young man.

"Yes, I know – it is me after all. I don\'t want to leave too much mess in the castle\'s hallways so make sure no one blocks us."

"...as you wish..."

Zoemi nodded and shrugged his shoulders dismissively to which the maid walked backward out of the room without raising her head.

"Lord Banemor... what is going on...?"

As the door closed, Aedlier turned to her cousin and asked while clenching her fists so hard her fingernails were digging into her skin.

"I did promise you that I will let you deal the final blow to the head of the Derizno family, didn\'t I? That wasn\'t a manner of speech~"

"!!!"

Zoemi leaned back into his chair and said calmly, causing Aedlier to stare at him wide-eyed lost for words.