The Heroine Is In Love With Me

We're Talking, Part 1

Thanks to Gibeon’s (Father’s) hospitality, the Saint of Light
   will stay overnight at the castle–

   “I’m so happy I get to spend the night with you, Marshall,” the
   Saint said, “I’m so excited, I think I’m going crazy!”

   “I see,” I said. “Don’t worry, I’ll prepare a separate from
   you.

   –And it’s extremely difficult to walk down the hall while
   trying to peel off the Saint trying to cling to me.

   “Eeh, you don’t have to go through that much trouble, I can
   stay in the same room as you, Marshall,” the Saint said.

   “I don’t care that you don’t care,” I said. “In fact, here, go
   ahead.”

   I opened the door and stepped inside, the guest room was
   cleaned so thoroughly there wasn’t even a speck of dust. And on
   a small table are paper cranes and a message card that reads,
   “Please enjoy your stay.”

   Is this an inn or something…?

   “Well now! This is a lovely room! It’s perfect for deepening
   the love and bond of two people!”

   The Saint’s eyes were her eyes shining, her fingers were
   pressed together in front of her chest, and ominous words
   spilled from her mouth.

   “Huh? Is something wrong, Marshall?” the Saint asked. “Your
   face looks so pale.”

   “… I’ll ask just in case,” I said, terrified, “how exactly are
   we going to deepen our love and bond?”

   The Saint looks proud. “Fuh-fuh-fuh! In Order To Deepen Her
   Love And Connection With Her Favorite Marshall, The Saint Of
   Light Is Forced To Destroy The Family-Friendly All-Ages
   Rating…”

   “STOP,” I said. “Don’t continue saying something like the title
   for a web novel that isn’t for all ages anymore.”

   The Saint of Light smiled and giggled suspiciously at my
   interruption. “No, Marshall, I’m just kidding,” she said.
   “There’s no way I’d do anything without your consent.”

   “… Is it me, or does that smile not reach your eyes?” I asked.

   “It’s just you, it’s just you!” the Saint said. “Well, all
   jokes aside, we are alone, so let’s take our time and talk,”
   she said as she politely sat down on a two-person sofa with a
   heart-shaped backrest.

   “Come on, Marshall, there’s space for you here, too!” she said.
   “It’s alright, I won’t try anything.”

   “… Are you sure you’re not going to try anything?” I asked.

   “Honest!” the Saint said. “Aww, you’re being too cautious,
   Marshall!”

   … Well, the Saint hasn’t caused any trouble at the Dark
   Faction’s base… no, didn’t she already break down the doors of
   my room? Still, now that our organizations are moving towards
   peace, she wouldn’t be accused of trying to harm me. Probably.

   “So, even if we’re going to take our time, what on earth do you
   want to talk about?” I asked as I sat a little bit away from
   the Saint.

   The Saint smiled and laughed. “Well, you see, I want to ask
   what kind of girl you were in love with, Marshall!”

   And now, she’s asked me a difficult question to answer.