The Saintess Wants to Runaway - Chapter 7

I officially became a prisoner of the Demon King Castle.

But what is usually done with prisoners: locked in dark and cold dungeons, chained and whipped, wearing grotesque equipment, or coerced by a very vicious guard… … . It doesn’t mean they’ve had the same hard play.

Rather, the Demon Kingdom was luxurious and comfortable to the point of being incomparable to the temple. And Heath was very hospitable to me. When I looked at him, I almost forgot that this was the Demon Castle and that I was an abducted saint.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Her sloppy blonde hair fell on her chest. The clothes she was wearing were soiled last night, so Heath brought her new ones.

It was a white dress with a simple design, and was similar to a tunic worn in the temple. However, the skylight fabric shimmered naturally in the light, and the soft touch on her skin was incomparable to that of a tunic.

When I was finished, Heath grabbed the ends of her hair and kissed them. And he pressed his lips to her ear and whispered softly.

“Beautiful.”

Her cheeks lit up at those simple words. Regardless of the stiff reaction, Heath left a kiss on her cheek and earlobe. The place where his lips touched was itchy.

Demon King Heathcliff was born with the magical power of the evil god Ramuta, the enemy of the goddess of Gremia. In the scriptures of the temple, it is said that if the demon king resurrects, he will bring disaster to the world with the power of the evil god Ramuta.

“Heath, stop it.”

“A little bit more… … .”

She shook his hand to avoid it, but Heath grabbed her hand and kissed the tip of her finger. His purple eyes gleamed softly and turned towards me. He brushed her hair and kissed her up to her nape, and then Heath pulled away.

Is he really the Demon King?

Looking at Heath, it would be difficult to think of him as the Demon King, the source of disaster. There was a pattern of the evil spirit engraved on the back of his left hand. But he didn’t go crazy, and he didn’t bring disaster to the world. It is very different from the description from the scriptures. Far from being the Demon King, would it feel this way if she had a big dog?

Heath is more handsome than any man I’ve ever seen. His cheeks were white and his eyes were deep. His tall stature and graceful gait, his voice was clear and refreshing. He looked cold when he was expressionless, but he always smiled when he saw me.

And his strong body… … .

I remembered last night. The feel of his firm arms, his heavy voice, and the burning skin that I felt when he was holding me was vivid. Just thinking about it gave me goosebumps.

“Come here, Julia.”

Heath grabbed my hand and lifted me up. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to notice that I was thinking of his body. And he led me to the dining room.

“Come on, eat. I have prepared something you will like.”

The dining room of the Demon Castle was very large and spacious. A large marble table in the middle was filled with food. Juicy meats, soft breads, fresh fruit, freshly squeezed milk and generously spiced stews… … . Some of them were so unique that even their names were unknown.

Come to think of it, I was kidnapped yesterday and fell asleep without eating properly. The moment she looked at the food, her hungry stomach groaned.

When I entered the dining room holding Heath’s hand, the servant pulled out the chair himself. Although I was a saint, I did not have a personal attendant, so this was my first time being served as such. I sat in the chair somewhat awkwardly. Then the attendant wrapped a napkin around me.

The table was spacious and there were plenty of seats. But Heath left another seat and sat right next to me. Then he leaned on his chin and looked into my face. He is too close.

Heath was always smiling.

“I don’t know what Julia likes, so I prepared all the dishes from the human world.”

Huh? All… … ?

“If Julia wants anything, I will prepare anything, so if you have a menu you want, just tell me.”

It was an unreal sight to see the ‘Demon King Heathcliff, who made the human world tremble in fear a hundred years ago, smiling next to me. Seeing him this way, he seemed to have become a dog that was well tamed by me, far from being a demon king.

Gulp, I swallowed my saliva.

I was hungry, but when there was so much food in front of me, I was worried about which one to pick first. I, who lived on only thin porridge and dried bread slices every day, knew nothing about fine cuisine. In particular, I couldn’t even imagine how to eat the meat placed right in front of me which is fried and wrapped in flour.

As I continued to hesitate, Heath spoke in a calmer voice.

“You don’t like the food? I brought in a famous chef from the human world yesterday, but it looks like the chef didn’t do his job properly.”

“Huh?”

“I’m going to have to kill him and bring in a new cook.”

Those words didn’t sound like a joke. I got goosebumps when I imagined the appearance of the chef who was suddenly dragged to the Demon Realm and missed his family.

He must have made this dish while being intimidated by his rabbit-like child’s life. And by now, he’s probably afraid that he’s going to die because I don’t like the food… … .

After all, no matter how gentle he looks, he is the Demon King. Surprised, she picked up a grape in front of him.

“Ugh, no, no! There are so many things that look so delicious, I was thinking about what to eat first. The grapes are really fresh.”

“Really?”

Heath smiled softly.

Whew, that’s good. For once, she saved the life of the cook and his rabbit-like child.

The juice spread softly in her mouth. I was embarrassed to say that, but the grapes were really delicious. I picked up another grape and ate it.

Fresh fruit is a luxury. That means I can’t even see a fruit while in the temple. The only fruit I could eat was a few raisins that they occasionally put on bread. Any fresh fruit that happened to be brought in was to be dedicated to the goddess Gremia.