Isidore listened intently to what I said, which might sound absurd in a way that there is a correlation between a saint girl and the terrible crack.
“The timing was always right, and after the cracks, there was a situation that would elevate Miya’s position.”
In my words, he lightly rubbed his sharp chin.
"Last winter, when Philaf Montes visited the Bisque temple, it means that it wasn't a coincidence that the crack occurred."
"Yes."
Philaf was the third-generation of a precious noble family, and unlike Isidor, he was active in central social activities.
If she saved his life, she would be the person who can get the most in return.
"Even when there was a crack in the Sky Forest this time, the Duchess of Orgo was injured, and if Miya had healed her, she would have shined even more during the debutante. "
Isidor, who had been silent, opened his mouth.
"It's a coincidence that the timing is very clever, but the princess's older brother, Sir Rosard, was also able to become a war hero because of the crack. It's hard to say that Miya was the only one who benefited."
".......,"
In the original work, Rosard did not have a weapon called the modification formula, but rather he was indebted to Miya due to a leg injury.
By comparing the situation changing due to my intervention with the original novel, I gained confidence, but in Isidor's view, my words will seem to be a simple doubt.
“Deborah.”
He called my name affectionately as he licked his lips.
"Is there any other reason why you look so sure?"
".........,"
My stomach sank at Isidore's sharp point.
I thought I might have to tell my story when I brought it up, but I may have wanted to avoid revealing my secret.
Just as he hesitated for a long time to reveal the fact that he was the Master.
"........,"
As he looked at me hesitatingly while I clenched and scratched my wet hands with tension, he painted the corner of my eyes with the tip of his thumb.
"I like the eyes of the princess. I wonder what she thinks every time I see her insightful gaze. I'm a selfish person to the bone, so I didn't care what other people thought…"
He spoke slowly.
"At first, I was curious about what you were thinking and what secrets you had. I was proud of myself as a competent informant, but the information I had and the princess I met in reality was so different that my pride was hurt."
".........,"
"But right now, it's not important to satisfy my curiosity. The princess's mood and happiness are more important than what secrets you have. Even if you say you are a demon, I trust you as I do now, I will support you and love you passionately."
".... Anyway, that's it. The demon."
It was so extreme that I let out a faint laugh without realizing it.
“Since Princess-sama is a demon, if your goal is to possess my soul forever, that’s quite tempting. Here, take my heart if you feel better."
He said as he brought my hand to his chest, and I swallowed a sigh.
