Central City, the royal palace.

Dozens of tables were set up in the huge courtyard. To celebrate the victory of the exorcists, and to treat his son, King Varian generously threw a gala dinner and invited a special person.

"Ahem...... We have won this expedition!" shouted a cute little girl.

When she raised her voice, her voice was a little hoarse, but no one dared to underestimate her.

Because she has a nice name - Shela.

"Oh, oh, oh!" people responded to Sheila's call instead of tasting the food.

"This time, Generalissimo Lance has the greatest credit! Let us toast the first glass of wine to the mighty Generalissimo. Walking up to Lance with a shot glass, Sheila smiled and said, "Lance, congratulations!"

"Thank you......"

"In addition, there are a few more people, thanks to their help, we in the Holy Ming Sect can catch those crazy traitors!" "Sheila walked to the other table and announced loudly to the crowd, "They are the students of Hogg House, the Exorcist Salvation Society!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The response is like a cloud.

"Second wine, I salute you personally!" this time, Sheila's voice became much softer, "Congratulations, Edward!"

The table was full of people, and she toasted Edward alone.

"Thank you...... Actually, we can help us too, just forget about the wine. Flattered, Edward half-pushed and half-picked up a glass of wine, but he didn't drink it.

A cup poured ...... This was the nickname Emilia gave him. If he had drunk this wine, he would probably not have had the opportunity to taste the delicious food on the table.

"Hmm, I toast you, and you dare not drink it, do you hate me?" said Shira, frowning.

"That's not ......"

"Less nonsense. If you don't drink it, if you don't drink it, woo woo...... "In front of everyone, Sheila said to cry and cry, without any ambiguity.

"Don't cry...... Okay, okay!

Gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, Edward mustered up the courage to drink the contents of the cup.

"Hee-hee, that's right. Sheila nodded in satisfaction, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in Edward's ear. "How are you feeling now. Can you drink some more?"

"Wait...... Ahh Without waiting to answer Shera's question, Edward staggered and fell to the ground. "Night! I—I can't do it......"

"Master!"

Instantly appeared beside Edward. Ye helped his master to find a quiet seat and sat down.

"Hee-hee. You get drunk after just one drink, you're really weak. ”

Having succeeded in tricking Edward, Sheila was content to find the familiar figure.

"Huh. She's not here, where did she go......"

The person she was looking for didn't seem to sit with everyone and enjoy the feast, but became a lone ranger.

Halfway through the feast, Emilia walked slowly to the terrace with a large cask in her hand, leaning against the railing and drinking sullenly.

It's getting late, the moon is hanging high, and it's a good time to get drunk. In the palace, even if you are drunk, you don't have to worry about being in danger, and Emilia can have a good drink.

Unfortunately, no matter how much she drank, she would never get drunk, unless something happened to her that made her extremely sad...... Today, nothing seems to break her heart.

"That...... Can you talk to me?" a delicate voice interrupted Emilia's thoughts.

Looking down, she saw a little girl in a pure white robe walking towards her.

"Huh?" Emilia was stunned, put down the barrel in her arms, and replied with a blank face, "Oh, yes." ”

"Uh......h You, hello, my name is Shera!"

Receiving Emilia's affirmation, the little girl seemed so excited that she began to stutter when she spoke.

"......" Emilia looked at her inexplicably, took a long sip of the barrel, and then said to her, "I know." ”

"yes, hehe......" The little girl fiddled with her hair in embarrassment.

Her words were completely superfluous. She is the Pope, and Emilia was once a brave man, how could she not know her name.

Realizing her mistake, Sheila becomes even more embarrassed, for fear that Emilia will laugh at her for it.

"That...... You, you, me, I ......"

"What the hell are you trying to say, Lord Pope?" Amused by Sheila's stupid appearance, Emilia smiled and grunted as she sipped.

Although she is a brave man, she does not have much contact with Sheila. When she thought about it, it seemed as if she had never seen Sherra up close.

This lovely little girl had skin as white as snow, and her body was petite, and her small green body could not support the wide robe at all.

Unexpectedly, Emilia saw her own shadow in Shera's body.

Blood-red eyes, emaciated cheeks, and a stinky face of tsundere hanging all the time. The only thing that was different from Emilia was her long gray hair.

Unlike Emilia's short jet-black hair, Sherra's long hair naturally hangs down her shoulders, adding a touch of mature charm to her youthful face.

Although she doesn't know Sheila, in Amilia's mind, she should be a very good pope.

Just because she's young doesn't mean she's necessarily an ignorant little kid, and now that she's been blessed by God, Sheila must have wisdom that is different from that of mortals.

Merely...... Her current words and deeds are not mature at all.

"Oh, no, nothing, nothing! I—I just wanted to talk to you. Sheila hurriedly waved her hand, trying to explain her intentions.

"Okay. Emilia nodded indifferently, "What are you talking about?"

"Actually, I didn't plan to contact you this time, and I was very satisfied to look at you from afar. Sheila muttered quietly.

"What did you say?" asked Emilia curiously, not hearing Sherra's murmur clearly.

"Hey, but I've always had a question I don't understand, and if I don't ask it clearly, I'm afraid I won't be reconciled. Putting away her sad expression, Sheila waited for her big watery eyes to look at Emilia with sincerity.

"W-What's the problem?"

Being flustered by her, Emilia has the illusion that even if she doesn't say anything, her mind will be seen through by her.

"Edward. Sheila held up a finger and shook it in front of Emilia, "What kind of person do you think he is?"

With that, Shera removed the finger and pointed behind her.

Looking in the direction of her finger, Emilia noticed that the pervert was sleeping on another woman's white lap.

Even so, the woman used her legs as knee pillows for him, gently kneading his back and cervical spine, massaging him, and wiping off the dirt on his face with a handkerchief.

Noticing Emilia's gaze, the woman looked up.

“......”

Looking at each other, Emilia didn't want to admit defeat, and glared back, as if to say, I'm not afraid of you, you don't need to scare me!

"Huh. Night smiled faintly, withdrew his gaze, and continued to massage the drunk Edward.

"......" Emilia always felt that something was wrong.

In the past, that woman would never easily admit defeat in front of herself, let alone smile at herself.

She doesn't like the night, and at the same time she believes that the night must hate her to the bone.

But now, Emilia could not read the slightest hatred in the eyes of the night.

"Y-Why don't you ignore me?"

At this time, Xuela tugged at the corner of Emilia's clothes and asked aggrievedly.

"Sorry...... Edward?" Emilia withdrew her gaze, thought for a moment, and then gave her own answer, "He's an insatiable wastewood. ”

"Yes......" The corners of Sherra's mouth curled slightly, as if she had expected it a long time ago.

"Is that your problem?"

"No, I'm going to ask about something else. ”

“......”

Here it is again! The feeling of being seen through the mind.

Emilia listened intently to Sheila's question.

"My question is......" Shera asked, wrenching her fingers, puzzled, "since he's a scrapper, why do you still like him?"

"Poof......

The wine in her mouth squirted all over Shera's face, and Emilia was stunned. (To be continued......)