The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

Life Inside the Conclave (Part 2)

Fast forward to today. As of the present, Noir knew well the reasons on why her mother was so protective of her. Indeed, just as the Lady Herriane put it—her mother wanted to keep her away from her father and brother...who were infamous, even among the Usarveds, as 'deviants'. All the ladies that got deeply-involved with them were traumatized beyond saving...

...and that includes Lady Herriane herself.

That's why Noir ended up going alone in the world of humans, the land of Chersea. While it was true that she failed to bring her human mother with her, at least, the Usarved Princess fulfilled one of Lady Herriane's dreams.

To let her daughter see and meet the wonderful humans, of which she originally belonged.

And so, Noir had been in Chersea—not only once, but thrice. The first was when she traveled incognito as a 'demon merchant', and the second was when the Demon Saint asked for her help in saving Chersea from the Saint of the Flame's mindless undead. The third time was when she crossed borders again as a Lady Noir Usarved, searching for the missing Demon Saint and the Devil of the Grey Parka.

As the Lady Herriane had said before, the humans are good folks, and she made a lot of friends there.

"..."

And one of those 'good folks' was the human sleeping across her, on another bed he specifically requested. While Noir and Shevaun didn't mind sharing one bed, the Lord Greg was adamant on sleeping separately. It was a purely human custom, though as a demon, the Usarved princess couldn't fully understand the reason behind it.

But in any case, at least, the Lord Greg did it because he 'respects' her and Shevaun's privacy, something a human could give to others when they hold a person dearly.

"..."

Which, based on her observation of the human societies, can only mean one thing: she is dear to him, because he values her.

Watching her human teacher's sleeping face was a treat for Noir; for not only did she admire him, deep inside her heart, she knew she wanted to 'connect' with the Lord Greg. However, his first love was already reserved for the Human Saint, and she was aware that it was a futile effort to replace the Lady Madelaine...no matter how much of his memories was lost.

Nevertheless, Noir...now that she already attempted to get closer and to know the Lord Greg, would not give up. Though his heart was already occupied by someone else, she could still hope that he had a space for her in his love.

After all, the Demon Saint, Lady Natasha wants them together as well, that's why she kept on encouraging her to befriend him.

"Ah, if only Lady Natasha never introduced you to me..." the Usarved princess muttered as she pinched the Lord Greg's nose lightly. "Now, I won't let you off easily, my precious lord! While my mother taught me manners, I am also my father's daughter. And, as an Usarved, I know how to claim what—or who—I want..."

Taking a deep breath, Noir uttered a 'silence' spell, closed the windows of their room and covered it with curtains. Shevaun's sleeping beside her, and won't wake up any time soon. Still, she was careful in going around, for she didn't want the Lord Greg to be disturbed, and catch her red-handed. Then, Noir took out a small blade—a thin, delicate one, and made a small incision in one of the human's fingers.

Crimson blood immediately flowed, and formed a drop. Noir paused for a bit, quickly hiding the blade, and waited for the Lord Greg to open his eyes. However, the human was soundly asleep; he didn't even feel that he was already cut.

"..."

Once she knew that she had never interrupted his slumber, Noir gently took his hand and drew it near her lips. It was a fast procedure; in one move she sucked clean the blood from the Lord Greg's finger, and whispered in his ear...