Volume 2 Chapter 12 The Seamless Holy Night Girl
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hmph.”
With a bored voice, the girl swung her sword.
The beast was sliced cleanly from the side, flying backward in a spray of blood and scattered flesh.
Tiet, who had turned westward from the plains and entered the magical realm, dashed ahead with graceful speed. She leapt through the forest canopy, soaring above the treetops. Though the night was pitch black, she moved without hesitation, as if the darkness didn’t exist.
She felt it—the presence of countless enemy magical signatures ahead.
Undeterred, the knight girl surged forward and plunged into the giant spider web stretching before her.
A creature with six glowing eyes glared at her. Tiet stared back, her vision filled with thick white threads tangled around trees like a twisted tapestry. Crawling along the heavy strands were grotesque insects, their bodies split between upper and lower halves, each bristling with countless legs.
Spiders. Dozens of them. The nest was swarming.
Even large beasts like Garm were wrapped in silk and left hanging like bait. It looked like the end of the world—a truly repulsive sight. If Klock were here, he would probably toss aside his pride and bolt while screaming.
”Disgusting creatures. Don’t build your nest in front of me.”
Without an ounce of pity, Tiet spoke coldly and raised the magical power within her body. Though a frontline fighter who specialized in swordplay, she could also use magic with ease. In fact, her skill surpassed that of most mages, and she was recognized as an A-rank adventurer.
Still, the scene before her was beyond what most A-ranks could handle alone. While Tiet’s stamina would let her keep fighting for hours without a scratch, she wasn’t in the mood to waste time. She had a move that would end this in an instant—though it would probably leave her allies speechless.
”──I’ll erase you all from existence.”
The girl’s voice was calm.
Taking a stance that was neither knightly nor ladylike, she began to gather magical energy, pulling it in through her breath.
The mana around her surged, condensing and twisting the air. A sudden gust blew through the forest, causing the spiders to cling tightly to their webs.
Then, silence.
The wind vanished.
The spiders, free to move again, leapt into action. They lunged toward their prey, aiming for the neck, ready to suffocate and string it up.
”──Converging Magical Particle Cannon: Dragon Breath.”
In that instant, the world turned white.
The night mountain was lit by a blinding flash, bright as day. The ground was consumed in a soundless burst of magical power. All living things were broken apart at the molecular level, erased by the vibration and heat.
A white beam of judgment tore through the forest, carving a trench in the mountain and vanishing into the sky.
”…Hah.”
Only one person remained.
Tiet stood still, her expression refreshed—as if she’d just brushed aside an annoying bug.
She gave her surroundings a calm glance, then resumed her advance toward the mountain’s depths.
”Hm. Blowing off steam like that once in a while isn’t so bad.”
Lately, she’d been venting by picking fights with bandits. Even during her time as part of a hero’s party, taking on commissions from various nations, the pressure had never really lifted from her heart.
The blast had scorched the land, reducing the trees to ash. With the cover now gone, moving forward was easier.
Tiet picked up speed as she pressed deeper into the mountain.
Her target was the white peach blossom—a flower that grew near the dragon vein deep within this enchanted region. Native to the Nöirev Highlands, the blossoms absorbed powerful magical energy, granting them exceptional medicinal value. She remembered the place well from a previous visit.
”You! Ahhh! What do you think you’re doing?!”
A thunderous voice echoed.
As she reached a slope near the dragon vein, a massive shadow descended from the sky.
Tiet sensed that the territory’s master had been disturbed by the earlier blast. She looked up without surprise.
”What? Do you need something?”
”Need something?! No! What are you doing in my domain?!”
The mountain’s guardian landed with a crash, kicking up a cloud of dust. Tiet narrowed her eyes but didn’t raise her sword. She had no intention of provoking those who could speak as humans do.
”Huh? I’m just here to pick some flowers. Someone asked me for a favor. What about you? Are you here to get in my way? If so, I won’t go easy on you.”
Barely two seconds after deciding to stay calm, Tiet was already on the verge of a fight. Technically, she was still a Holy Knight—her retirement request had been rejected—but the mountain lord, who knew her well, ignored the provocation.
”Girl… I have no quarrel with you or your hero companions. But why must you destroy my lands just to pick flowers?”
A fair point.
Tiet gave a short sigh.
”Because you haven’t been taking care of it properly. You’re the lord of this place, right? You should keep the pests under control. Or are the spiders part of your family now, dragon?”
Even someone like Tiet, with her Holy Knight title, had her limits. And giant spiders classified as monsters? Most people found them revolting. If they were anywhere near human settlements, wiping them out was a given.
”…I don’t pay much attention to such trivial things. I don’t mind you killing them, but could you do it more… gently?”
The dragon’s reply was reasonable. Tiet, feeling a twinge of guilt, chose not to press further.
”By the way, I’m looking for a flower. It’s called White Peach Blossom. It should be growing near your nest.”
”That? I’ve never heard of it. Take what you like. Just don’t go near my wife or child.”
The dragon’s tone grew stern. About a year ago, he’d been thoroughly defeated by Anna and her hero party. He had no interest in reliving that experience—or risking harm to his family.
”Heh. Relax. If I needed rare materials, I’d just use you.”
”…How is that supposed to be reassuring?”
With a smirk, Tiet dashed off again.
The dragon followed from the sky, sweating at the offhand threat. If it had been any ordinary human, he’d have blown them away with a snort. But against someone stronger than himself, he didn’t dare get cocky.
Tiet raced along the mountain path.
Above, the dragon flew in silence. Then, as if remembering something, he spoke.
”Hey, girl. Are humans and demons not getting along lately?”
”Hm? No issues. We’ve had a ceasefire for over a hundred years. Actually, we trade with the Demon Continent now—wait.”
Tiet came to a stop. She’d spotted the tree she’d been searching for. White peach blossoms bloomed on its branches. She had expected to return later in the season, but it seemed luck was on her side.
”Recently, two demons came here. They attacked me, so I dealt with them. I assumed humans had lost land to the demons again.”
”…Is that so?”
Tiet frowned at the troubling news.
Though humans and demons shared trade routes, strict rules prevented demons from staying on the continent. Only under special conditions—like being part of an embassy—were demons allowed limited stays.
The permitted ports included Shinnit in the Kingdom of Crotopone, Almegai in the Leelit Federation, and Rushelora. If demons had shown up here, in the Nöirev Highlands, they had done so illegally.
”I have a bad feeling,” the dragon muttered. “Something big is coming. If it does, I need to protect my family.”
”…I understand.”
Tiet could sense his unease.
The appearance of new heroes. Whispers of a Demon King. A missing saint. And now, demon incursions.
Each piece on its own meant little—but together, they painted a foreboding picture.
”…I should visit Hermine soon.”
It wasn’t just about Klock. There were other matters she needed to settle—some involving herself.
Tiet plucked several of the white blossoms, gazing at the sky.
Above, the twilight dragon gave her a glance before flying off.
She ran down the mountain, flowers in hand, the wind rustling through the trees behind her.
* * *
The warm sunlight gently spilled through the window, accompanied by the soft chirping of birds outside. A cool morning breeze drifted in, brushing against the skin.
Klock slowly opened his eyes, still wrapped in the warmth of the futon. Something was moving beneath the covers—restless, subtle shifts of weight that suggested someone was already awake before him.
Only the hem of a maid uniform peeked out from the edge of the bed.
Without lifting the blanket, he reached out and gently rested his hand against her back, offering a small, absent-minded gesture of appreciation. The movement beneath the covers paused for a moment.
”Mm… ah…”
There was a slight, muffled sound. Then, a sudden but familiar rhythm resumed. Klock closed his eyes again, letting his body relax. It was a peaceful way to start the morning, even if unexpected.
Since the day Adelina’s slave mark vanished, she had grown distant from these kinds of intimate acts. Her mornings lacked initiative, and he often woke up before her. But Michelle—Michelle was different.
She came to his room each morning, woke him up without fail, and offered her service without complaint. She never resisted, never questioned, simply did as expected. As a member of the viscount’s staff, she seemed to understand her role without issue.
Klock’s gaze drifted toward the sofa near the table. Sitting silently there was Adelina.
She had entered not long after Michelle, but hadn’t spoken or interfered. She just watched.
What was she thinking? Was she surprised? Jealous? Or simply observing?
No way to know. Adelina’s expressions were always hard to read, and without words, her intent was even more elusive.
With a quiet sigh, Klock closed his eyes once more. He let the sensations beneath the blanket wash over him, not allowing his thoughts to drift too far. It was the kind of indulgent morning that nobles often dreamed of—lazy, comfortable, and unbothered by time.
Then his mind flickered.
”Tiet still hasn’t returned, huh?”
He thought of her. If she’d come back, she would probably have already barged into the room. Maybe she was still resting somewhere. He’d ask later.
His hand gently stroked Michelle’s head beneath the futon. She responded with a small sound and quickened her pace slightly, as if sensing the signal. Klock didn’t say anything.
The moment felt close.
Then—
”Hmm? Adelina?”
Adelina stepped closer, her figure moving toward the bed. Klock’s focus wavered, his attention pulled toward her presence.
At that exact moment, a wave of heat surged through him. Reflexively, he placed a hand on Michelle’s head and tightened his grip, letting the sensation ride through.
He held his breath.
Adelina leaned in, close enough for their faces to meet.
And then—
Her lips brushed against his.
It was unexpected. Not hurried, not forceful—just a quiet kiss, filled with warmth and something unreadable. Klock blinked, startled by the sudden contact, but didn’t pull away.
Their lips moved slowly, tongues meeting in a soft exchange. Time seemed to blur. Michelle remained beneath the futon, still holding her position, while Klock shared a kiss with the quiet woman who rarely spoke her feelings.
Eventually, he pulled back.
”Michelle.”
He called her name gently.
From beneath the covers, the maid slowly rose, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw Adelina now seated beside Klock, but she said nothing. Klock reached out and helped guide her onto the bed.
”Ah… Master…”
She spoke softly, her voice uncertain.
Klock reached for her undergarments, slipping his fingers around the waistband and tugging them down. They weren’t the same ones she wore yesterday—she must have bathed sometime after. Her attention to cleanliness earned a silent nod of approval.
He carefully positioned her legs, revealing smooth, pale skin beneath. Adelina leaned closer, watching curiously from the side.
”P-please… don’t stare…” Michelle whispered, her hands covering herself.
”Heh… cute reaction,” Klock murmured, the sight bringing a quiet smile to his face.
He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on Michelle’s forehead. She closed her eyes.
As he moved, their bodies came together—no rush, no force, just a careful, respectful closeness. The futon shifted with each motion, the room still bathed in morning light.
”You really are… honest with your feelings,” Klock said softly.
Michelle didn’t reply, only clinging to the sheets beneath her.
The moment held still, suspended in warmth and silence.
Then—
”KLOCK!! I’M BACK!!”
A loud voice echoed up from the first floor.
”…Ugh?!”
Tiet’s voice.
Panic surged through Klock like a jolt of lightning.
He quickly pulled away from Michelle, scrambled off the bed, and reached for his clothes. Like a man caught cheating by his wife, he rushed to hide all evidence, tugging his trousers into place.
Still adjusting his belt, he darted for the stairs.
”I’m coming!” he called out, voice tight with urgency.
Behind him, Adelina remained seated, her eyes following him silently. Michelle sat up in the bed, trying to compose herself, cheeks still pink.
And thus began another chaotic morning.
Notes:
• Tiet – A companion and friend of Anna. A holy knight from the royal capital. She wears light armor and carries a shield adorned with a dragon holding a sword, indicating her affiliation with the National Military Police. She is concerned about Anna’s well-being and tries to support her emotionally.
• Anna – The legendary Hero, chosen to defeat the Demon Lord. Her past life is Sylvia Croce. She is described as a heavenly being with overwhelming skill and a merciless attitude.
• Leelit Federation – A federation with a port called Almegai, where demons are allowed to stay at embassies under special circumstances. It is another location where humans and demons have trade relations.
• Shinnit – Located south of the royal capital of the Kingdom of Crotopone, separated by mountains. A bustling trading town and the nation’s largest economic hub, controlling the Four Islands. It is a port city with gray outer walls, known for its strategic importance and military presence.
• Hermine – A companion and friend of Anna. She is pragmatic and encourages Anna to focus on her duties as a hero rather than her personal revenge.
• Michelle – The younger maid from Viscount Fennec. She tries hard to prove herself but often makes mistakes, leading to awkward situations. Her relationship with Klock is strained due to her clumsiness, though he initially tries to be patient with her.
• Adelina – The slave girl.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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