"Phew!"
Ciel let out a long breath before slowly standing up from the reclining chair beneath the large white umbrella.
The western wind brushed gently against her red hair, now mostly dry from the sunlight.
Strands of crimson fluttered behind her beautifully while the warm heat of the western territory wrapped around the entire estate like an invisible blanket.
Truthfully, people from the north would probably collapse here within ten minutes.
"I should get so... personal rest," Ciel said calmly.
The maid imdiately understood what that ant. It ant: please leave before your young miss starts saying questionable things again.
"Go tell father what I said," Ciel continued while stretching lazily.
"And Crypian should arrive tomorrow, so before he gets here, tell him the engagent is canceled."
She spoke so casually one would think she was canceling afternoon tea instead of a noble engagent.
The maid bowed slightly. "I will do as you wish, my lady."
Ciel nodded before walking toward the enormous gates leading back inside the Scarlet Estate.
The giant white doors stood several ters tall, decorated with golden carvings of mountains and rivers flowing across the surface.
Sunlight reflected off the polished stone floors while cool air drifted gently through the halls. The maid quietly followed behind her.
However, once they entered the estate, the two naturally separated paths.
The maid headed toward the left wing where Duke Scarlet usually handled official matters.
anwhile, Ciel walked toward her own room.
...
...
Click.
Ciel closed the door behind her before imdiately pulling off the white gown.The wet cloth slipped from her shoulders and fell onto the floor carelessly.
Naturally, she ignored it completely. Future Ciel could deal with that problem.
Her room was enormous.
White walls mixed beautifully with deep red and soft golden colors, giving the entire room a luxurious feeling without making it look crowded.
Tall windows allowed sunlight to pour inside while thin white curtains swayed gently in the wind.
At the center of the room rested a massive king-sized bed.
Soft white curtains hung around it like floating clouds, giving the bed a strangely inviting feeling.
Honestly, it looked less like a bed and more like a place where people abandoned responsibility forever.
Golden embroidery decorated the wooden fras while expensive silk sheets rested neatly beneath the curtains.
Above the room hung a giant chandelier glowing softly with warm golden light.
Ciel slowly walked toward the large mirror standing near the corner of the room.
The mirror was tall enough to reflect her entire figure from head to toe.
Her red swimsuit clung tightly against her smooth skin, matching perfectly with her crimson hair.
Water droplets still rested faintly along her neck and thighs while the sunlight shining through the windows made her pale skin glow softly.
Ciel stopped in front of the mirror. Then smirked proudly. "It really is a pity he’s blind," she muttered.
Her green eyes slowly moved across her own reflection.
"Seducing him would be much easier if he could actually see this beauty." She spun lightly on her toes.
Her wet hair swayed behind her while she tilted her body slightly from side to side, admiring herself with complete confidence.
It seed Ciel’s self-esteem could probably survive the collapse of the entire empire.
"Still..." she continued thoughtfully, placing one finger against her chin, "if I can make him touch , then it should still work."
A smug smile slowly appeared on her face. "Any man would lose his mind touching skin this smooth."
She nodded to herself seriously. Clearly, this was flawless logic. Then she walked toward the bed before falling onto it face first.
FWUMP.
The mattress sank deeply beneath her body. "...Soft," she mumbled happily.
However, her expression quickly beca annoyed again. "There is still one huge problem though..."
Ciel rolled onto her back dramatically while staring at the ceiling. "As a Saint, he’s always surrounded by people."
Priests, Knights, Church followers, Servants, More priests. Honestly, the church guarded Uriel like he was the final treasure of humanity.
Getting him alone would be extrely difficult.
Which was exactly why she invited him to the western territory in the first place...but he refused.
"Tsk." Ciel clicked her tongue loudly in annoyance. "It was probably Cecilia’s fault."
Without hesitation, she buried herself deeper into the giant bed before suddenly grabbing the long body pillow resting nearby.
Well...
Calling it a body pillow was slightly inaccurate, because it was actually made to look exactly like Uriel, even the church robes were copied carefully.
Ciel imdiately hugged it tightly against her chest.
"That bitch," she grumbled.
She squeezed the pillow harder with visible dissatisfaction. "We were childhood friends, and I only asked her for one tiny favor."
Her face twisted with disbelief. "One night, that’s all, and she still refused."
The betrayal felt personal.
Ciel snorted loudly. "She thinks I don’t know why she stays around him." Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"That woman has been obsessed with beautiful things since childhood."
In truth, if Cecilia ever saw herself in the mirror, she would probably try to beco friends with herself too.
"All her friends are attractive," Ciel continued bitterly. "Hypocrite."
She still rembered the face Cecilia made after hearing the request.
That horrified expression, that judgntal silence. As if Ciel had just suggested burning down an orphanage.
Ciel gritted her teeth against the pillow.
"Was it really such a huge request?"
Countless n across the empire would willingly throw themselves off cliffs for the chance to spend one night with her.
But unfortunately...Uriel was not a normal man. He was the Holy Saint, the Saint among Saints.
Ciel buried half her face into the pillow dramatically. "Tsk... what a waste."
Her voice sounded filled with genuine sadness. "A man that beautiful should belong to the won of the world."
Imagine the children, the empire’s average beauty level would rise instantly. Humanity itself would evolve.
But no.
Because of the church and its stupid rules, all of that potential was being wasted. Honestly, history would judge them harshly for this
"Phew..." Ciel let out a soft breath while lazily rubbing the body pillow against herself.
The soft fabric brushed across her skin while the embroidered golden hair and blindfolded eyes stared back at her with their usual calm expression.
Honestly, it was embarrassing...however, she was enjoying this far more than she should have.
A faint red color slowly spread across her cheeks as she stared down at the pillow with a grim expression filled with complicated emotions.
"Even his action figure is enough to make feel like this..." The realization genuinely hurt her pride a little.
Ciel slowly lifted her upper body before leaning comfortably against the wall behind the bed.
Her long red hair spilled loosely around her shoulders while the thin straps of her swimsuit rested carelessly against her pale skin.
Ciel narrowed her green eyes slightly.
"Now then..." she muttered softly, "it’s probably ti to satisfy myself."
A small dangerous smile slowly appeared on her lips. "Hehe... just wait until I get you."
The mont Uriel’s face appeared inside her mind again, her breathing unconsciously softened.
His calm expression, his golden hair.
Even rembering him was enough to make her heart beat faster.
Ciel slowly hugged the body pillow tighter while her imagination imdiately began running completely out of control.
She imagined his hands touching her slowly.
His fingers sliding across her waist while pulling her closer against him.
She imagined him kissing her deeply while whispering softly beside her ear. She imagined his calm expression finally breaking apart because of her.
She imagined him touching her in places no proper Saint should ever touch.
Soft sounds slowly escaped from Ciel’s lips while her body trembled faintly against the bed.
Her thoughts beca more shaless with every passing second as her imagination continued dragging her deeper and deeper into dangerous territory.
At this point, even the gods themselves probably felt uncomfortable listening.
"Mmh..."
Ciel bit lightly against her lip while trying desperately to continue her fantasy properly. Her breathing slowly beca uneven as heat spread through her entire body.
She was close.....very close, another few monts and....
THUM! THUM! THUM!
The violent sound nearly made Ciel’s soul leave her body. Soone was slamming against the door like the entire estate had caught fire.
"My lady!"
The maid’s voice ca urgently from outside.
Ciel’s face imdiately twisted into pure fury. The atmosphere inside the room shattered instantly.
The timing was so horrible it almost felt personal. "I told you I was having personal ti!" Ciel shouted angrily.
She looked genuinely betrayed by humanity itself.
Why now? Why exactly now? The maid could have appeared earlier. She could have appeared later.
But no. She arrived at the exact perfect mont to destroy everything.
Truthfully, if timing was a talent, this maid was a grandmaster.
"Fuck off! I’m busy right now!" Ciel snapped furiously before throwing the body pillow aside with deep resentnt.
Her entire mood had already collapsed completely....but then the maid calmly dropped what was essentially an atomic bomb directly outside the door.
"T-The Saint is arriving in three hours!"
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