This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

The title of Saint really must carry some serious weight.

"I may not always be able to stay by the two princesses' side. There may come a time when I have to leave suddenly, and officially announcing my relationship with them might not be possible either. Your Majesty. Your Highness. I apologize."

Since my negotiations with the Goddess weren’t over yet, and if my interpretation of the prophecy was correct, I might have to leave for a distant place. So when the Emperor and Empress summoned me for a talk, I decided to be upfront about it.

But despite my words, both of them simply smiled.

"I understand. My daughters were the ones who forced this to happen, so it’s only natural that things would turn out this way."

"We will respect the Saint’s wishes. Do as you see fit."

They openly acknowledged my secret relationship with the princesses.

Honestly, this situation was ridiculously favorable for me.

And so, my relationship with the princesses was officially recognized.

And then, well…

"Amayel, today as well?"

"Saint, tomorrow it’s our turn!"

It happened every single day.

Really, a lot.

So much that I started wondering if it was really okay to be doing this every single day.

But, personally, the best part wasn’t the act itself—

It was afterwards.

Lying quietly in bed after everything was over, our naked bodies pressed together, giggling and chatting in whispers.

Talking about pointless, mundane things.

"I tried cookies today. Iomene really loves sweets."

"I walked barefoot on the grass. Saint, it felt amazing. Just like how it felt in Almene’s memories."

"I’ve been refining my research on primary colors, expanding its applications across different fields. I think it’ll lead to some major breakthroughs. I’m really looking forward to it."

Rolling around in bed together, sharing warmth and idle conversations—I loved those moments.

And I told them my own trivial stories too.

About the patients I treated.@@novelbin@@

The food I ate.

Just random things.

Afterwards, we’d go to the bathroom together, clean up, and part ways.

I was satisfied.

I was happy.

If only things could stay just like this forever.

With that thought in mind, after dinner, I spent my nights alone in my room.

And what did I do during that time?

I’d kneel before the Goddess’s statue, open the Scripture of Grace, and pray.

"I’m here again today, Goddess. Please, just talk to me."