In an awkward silence, an inappropriately timed applause attracted everyone's attention.
"What a masterpiece indeed, the Saintess who stands fearless before chariots is so adorable even in panic, one cannot help but sigh, one cannot help but praise."
Louis, who was clapping and making a fuss, spoke unabashedly of his filthy desires. The accompanying Atoner frowned in disapproval, while Louis, immersed in his excited fantasies, gave a lengthy speech, utterly oblivious to the girl shaking even more violently, clenching the sheer fabric in her hand tightly.
"...I truly look forward to the expression on your face when you bloom and fall, yes, start by learning how to please a man. Huh?"
The vulgar speech came to an abrupt halt when Louis realized the girl was approaching him at an alarming speed, and her delicate fist filled the Crown Prince's field of vision.
"If you're sick, don't give up on treatment! You scumbag infested with lust, get your delusional fantasies corrected!!"
