The moment I entered the room, just as Clya had said, I did sense an intrusion.
However… I only vaguely sensed someone's presence near the bed… while Clya…
"It's best not to do anything pointless. Bivola. Or do you want me to cut off that hand first?"
She even seemed to see clearly what Bivola was doing.
Clya, with her eyes closed, was giving a terrifying smile to the other side of the bed, as if she could see clearly.
Although her perception was excellent, it was certainly something to be happy that Clya, who had previously been blind, had regained her sight.
However… even so…
"Finally crawled out. By the way, can you dispel that meaningless invisibility?"
"…Impressive. Sister Clya." After a viscous, writhing image appeared beside the bed, Bivola, who had been invisible, revealed herself.
I only vaguely sensed that Bivola was somewhere, while Clya's Eye, which could see through invisibility even with her eyes closed… Even so, this performance is way too overpowered! Kleia's Mystic Eyes?
I thought they were at most comparable to or slightly inferior to my Mystic Eyes… I never expected them to possess such extraordinary Mystic Eyes, surpassing even their master's.
I thought my Mystic Eyes were already quite powerful, but in the blink of an eye, they seem insignificant. I can't help but feel a little frustrated.
"...Only three came?"
"To deal with those rats exhausted from security magic, there's no need for more."
"Ha…I really underestimated you…" He seemed to have suffered quite a bit after the escape; Bivora's clothes were tattered, and his hair was a mess.
Although he gave an incredulous sneer, his ragged clothes and sweaty expression betrayed his disheveled state.
Furthermore, my Mystic Eyes could see that Bivora's Ethel energy was depleted… Of course, even so, I can't let my guard down.
"...To be able to detect my movements while in stealth…his perception is that advanced…"
"Hehehe…perception?" One step. Kleia approached Bivora with a smile.
Although Bivora seemed to be struggling even to use her skills… getting this close was really… When I stopped Kleia, she smiled and nodded at me, indicating it was alright, then stared at Bivora and spoke again.
"Hmm… While my perception is better than others… it's not enough to fully grasp your invisibility."
"…What did you say?"
"Now I can see not only your Ethel, but even your slightly trembling fingers."
"…That's impossible. Even with the strongest perception, it's impossible to reach that level…"
"So, it's not perception." Her high heels clicked as Kleia took another step closer to Bivora.
"…! W-what…!" Then, as if declaring there was no need to hide anymore, Kleia directly exposed her eyes to Bivora.
"Didn't I tell you? Whatever you do is futile before me."
"…What's with those eyes…? They're the same as the monster beside you…" Just then, a fireball flew from behind Kleia and exploded in Bivora's abdomen.
"Cough!!!" Panicked by Kleia's eyes, Bivora couldn't dodge the fireball and was thrown to the ground by the shockwave.
Although it didn't catch fire, the small explosion tore a hole in her clothes, revealing Bivora's abdomen, blackened by the blast.
"How dare you insult your master? Do you want to die? Of course, I didn't intend to let you live…"
"Heh. You'd better keep your mouth shut. Liz and I won't let insults against our master go unpunished."
"Ugh…! Crazy…Master…?"
"Yes. That's right." After saying this, Liz and Kleia, as if by prior arrangement, pressed their breasts against my sides.
Having freed my hands from the reins, I responded by grasping the breasts of my females.
"Ahhh♡Master♡"
"Hehe...♡This is Liz. And me...I'm a female slave of an excellent male master♡"
"...Crazy woman..." Bivora looked at us in disbelief, her legs trembling as she stood up.
"Could it be...this kind of crazy woman...I heard you were Bishop Paul's lover..."
"Pfft...Ahahaha! Paul? That disgusting male's lover? Me?"
"How foolish♡How could a female who already knows her master choose something like a human♡" Bivora's expression gradually changed from disbelief to disgust, staring intently at us.
As if seeing something repulsive, Bivora's face twisted with rage.
"This is… disgusting… a woman like this is a saint…"
"Heh. As a human, you can't understand, can you? After all, you're just a lowly male human."
"I don't know what gives you the right to be so self-righteous… I will never allow a filthy prostitute like you to become a saint."
"Ahahaha♡ That sounds nice♡ You're clearly using money earned in the sex industry to try and make a woman named Clarice a saint♡" Lisbeth chuckled mockingly, while Bivora visibly clenched her teeth and glared at them.
Her clenched fists trembled uncontrollably as Bivora slowly dragged herself back.
"…I will definitely plunge my sword into your throat. Everything you've said incessantly in front of me today… will make you regret it."
"Hehehe…♡ You? You think you can do that?"
"…Damn it… we'll see. I definitely will…!" Bivora's expression completely distorted under Claria's provocation, her body gradually blurring and becoming transparent.
Seeing Bivora disappear into invisibility, I hurriedly tried to take the reins from Claire and rush over, but Claire held on tightly.
Claire looked at me with a "what's wrong?" expression, then gave me a reassuring smile.
Claire took a step forward and pointed to the wall by the window.
"Lizbeth. Over there."
"Leave it to me. Hey!"
"Ugh!!!" Lisbeth reached out in the direction Claire pointed, grabbed something as if it were a pincer, and flung it aside.
A thud followed, the wall cracked open, and Bivora's scream echoed.
Even the short sword she was holding fell to the ground, and Bivora, now out of invisibility, writhed on the floor.
Claire and Lisbeth, their high heels clicking, slowly approached Bivora. They should have stopped her… but for some reason, it didn't feel right; the words to stop her just wouldn't come out.
Why? Bivora is clearly a high-level adventurer… even in Ethel's weakened state, he should be in great danger… but why can't I sense any danger at all?
"Cough, cough! Uh, what… what is this… Ahhh!!!" Bivora coughed incessantly from the impact of hitting the wall.
Claire approached Bivora, staring at him briefly… then raised her foot and stomped hard on Bivora's thigh with her almost stiletto heel.
The force of the stomp was so great that the heel sank deep into Bivora's thigh, and blood immediately seeped out.
"Gahhhh!!! This… damn it!!! Ughhh!!!"
"Aha♡ What a beautiful scream♡ Let him scream more, more!" Claire shouted at him as she repeatedly ground her high heel against Bivora's thigh.
"Ouch...it must hurt terribly...that high heel was incredibly sharp..."
"Gahhh! You...you crazy woman!!!"
"Hahaha! This is quite enjoyable! The feeling of trampling on this trashy human!" Bivora looked up at the eyes that shimmered with demonic light, and at Kleia, who wore a smile he had never seen before.
God...Kleia is a bit scary...but why...even though Kleia is so terrifying, she gives me a strange sense of satisfaction...
"Hehe...♡Bivora. Don't you understand why I kept nagging you, why I only brought you here?"
Kleia pulled her heel off Bivora's thigh and squatted down in front of him.
Kleia's face, stomping on a human's thigh with her high heel, wore an unbelievable smile as she stared at Bivora.
When Bivora groaned and looked up at her, Kleia opened her tightly closed demonic eyes and spoke.
"Because today, I never intended for you to live. How could I let the opportunity to catch a weak rat slip by?"
"Ugh…! The Saintess is going to kill someone…?"
"Hehehe…♡" Claire brushed her shimmering golden hair aside, smiling at Bivora.
"From the moment you harmed your master, your death was inevitable. The sin of harming your master is heavier than anything else."
There was no trace of guilt or unease in Claire's smile.
"I didn't bring a knight because there wasn't enough time… but more importantly, it's you, I must kill with my own hands."
"N-Nonsense… Saintess, no, how could a clergy member of the Cult of the Goddess…!"
"Nothing can compare to your master."
Claire held out her hand, and Lisbeth handed her the Bivora dagger that had fallen to the ground.
"Claire. That kind of thing doesn't necessarily have to be done by you, Claire…"
"Heh. Don't worry, Master. Actually… I want to deal with this trash myself♡"
No, although I also want to beat Bivora to death without a care… but letting my female get her hands dirty is still a bit…
"Ugh, ughhhhh!!!"
"! This bastard!!!" As I watched Claire, who was holding a short sword, thinking, Bivora screamed and struggled.
Seeing Bivora trying to push Claire away, I kicked him away.
Not letting my female get her hands dirty is one thing, but I never said she could push my female, did I?
"Ah…♡ Thank you, Master♡ We need to bleed this trash quickly♡"
Claire grabbed Bivora's hair, who I had kicked down, and lifted him up.
Uh… is it really okay to just leave him like this?
Reason tells me I should handle it myself… Strange.
Looking at Bivora like that, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction, speechless…
"Heh… Just now, you said you'd personally plunge a knife into my throat? Too bad, that won't happen. Heh…♡"
"…Damn it…A slut like you doesn't deserve the title of Saintess…Even if it wasn't me…someone else would have plunged a knife into your throat sooner or later…"
"Pfft. Save your nonsense for hell. Trash." Interrupting Bivora, she plunged the blade in her hand into his throat.
Blood gushed from his throat and mouth, and Bivora collapsed heavily to the ground with the blade still piercing his neck.
"Cough…gurgling… C-Kle…I'm sorry…gurgling…" Bivora, staring into the void and murmuring, suddenly released his grip, convulsing violently…and then stopped moving completely.
Lisbeth and Bivora, with chilling smiles, stared at Bivora's dying form.
Bivora then knelt beside Bivora, clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes.
"Hehe...♡ Goddess. Another inferior human male has gone to serve you. Please be sure to guide that soul... to the bottom of the burning hell...♡" Claire's prayer, her hands stained with blood, gently reached my ears.