Saint's Prison - Chapter 115

Holding the rosary in my hand

I bit into the black bread, grimacing as I chewed. As always, it was such a hard bread to eat. My mouth was instantly drained of moisture, making it difficult to even chew. No matter how many times I ate it, I couldn’t get used to the strong, sour taste. I washed the bread down with ale.

Feeling someone’s gaze, I looked up. And then, I couldn’t help but let out a pathetic “eek.” Amal, who was sitting across from me, was staring intently at me with a beaming smile.

“Um, Amal. Amal-san. It’s really hard to eat when you’re staring at me like that…”

“Hehe, I’m sorry. I was just so captivated by how lovely Andy-sama looked.”

“Listen, Amal. I’m just eating bread here, okay? What’s so captivating about that?”

“Seeing Andy-sama tearing off a piece of hard bread and stuffing it into your mouth is so manly and enchanting. When you make a face at the sour taste of the rye bread, it’s both alluring and mesmerizing. The expression you make when you gulp down the ale is so gallant, yet when you have bread crumbs on your lips, it’s so adorable. The gap is just too much for Amal to handle. And then…”

This is bad; I can’t let her continue. If I don’t stop her now, she’ll become a perpetual engine spewing lovey-dovey nonsense.

“Ah, stop! I get it. I get it, so please be quiet for a bit. Also, if there were bread crumbs on my lips, you could have told me sooner.”

“But, Andy-sama. I haven’t said enough yet.”

“Amal, give me a break.”

“Muu… Fine.”

With a dissatisfied pout, Amal looked away as I wiped my mouth.

“Is it gone now?”

“Yes… No, Andy-sama.”

Amal nodded once, but after a few seconds of silence, as if in thought, she uttered a negation. I couldn’t help but smile wryly at the girl’s unnatural behavior.

Amal is usually intellectual and mature, but there’s a certain childishness hidden in her heart that makes her rush headlong into things without thinking. That imbalance is part of Amal’s charm, but it also means that she sometimes loses control and needs to be kept in check.

“Just stay still. I’ll get it for you.”

“Hm? Alright, thanks.”

“Leave it to me.”

Amal stood up from her chair and sat down next to me, who was sitting on the bed. A soft fragrance of roses tickled my nostrils. The scent of my woman, Amal. I felt dizzy from the sweet aroma.

“…Andy-sama, hmm, l-lick.”

I let my guard down.

My thoughts stopped, and my body stiffened as she licked the corner of my mouth several times with her soft tongue. Amal wrapped her hand around my neck and pressed her body against mine.

“Chu, hmm, haah, Andy-sama, there are still bread crumbs. I’ll clean it up more.”

In a panic, I tried to stop Amal, but I accidentally bit my tongue hard, and a pathetic moan escaped my lips.

Perhaps taking my moan as a sign of approval, Amal smiled happily and was about to let her tongue crawl over my lips again… when she was struck by my flick on her forehead.

“Ouch!”

Amal let out a cute cry and held her forehead.

“Come on, we’re eating. You need to have more self-control.”

To cool my flushed face from embarrassment, I placed one hand on my forehead and let out a sigh. I removed the hand around my neck and distanced our bodies. Amal frowned pitifully.

“Ugh, but, Andy-sama…”

“It’s not ‘but.’ Reflect on your actions. To begin with, didn’t the bread crumbs come off when I wiped my mouth?”

Amal laughed, “Ufufu.”

It was a beautiful smile, like a perfect artificial creation.

“No such thing.”

“…If you’re lying, we’re not sleeping together tonight.”

“They were gone.”

Her answer was immediate.

She didn’t want to sleep alone that much?

Once again, I flicked her forehead, but this time, more gently.

“Hyau! A-Andy-sama, it hurts.”

“It’s not that painful, right?”

“It hurts.”

Amal rubbed her forehead against my chest in a sulking tone. This rebellious little puppy. To calm my emotions, I played with Amal’s beautiful silver hair, winding it around my fingers. I was amazed that it didn’t even hold a curl after winding it so many times.

“You’ve been clingy since this morning. What’s wrong?”

“…Amal is Andy-sama’s woman.”

“Hmm, well, that’s true.”

“That’s why I don’t want to lose to something like that.”

Amal stared at the rosary with a tense gaze. It was as if a puppy with bristling fur was about to bite at any moment. This was definitely going to be troublesome. For now, I decided to hold the rosary and remove it from Amal’s line of sight.

“Please don’t hold that and hug me instead.”

“…Don’t be jealous of inanimate objects.”

“I’m much more useful.”

“…Don’t compete with inanimate objects. Come on, go back to your seat. Let’s eat properly, okay?”

Amal let out a dissatisfied “muu.” Then, understanding, she reluctantly returned to her seat and resumed eating.

I sighed.

Amal must know who this rosary belongs to. And yet, for some reason, she doesn’t tell me to take it off. That Amal, who won’t even let me be enveloped in the scent of another woman. What kind of turn of events is this?

“So… you’re letting go of salvation yourself.”

I remembered the first time Amal saw the rosary and how she spat out those words.

Rather than sarcasm, it was a phrase that seemed to be tinged with envy.