As soon as she finished speaking, Undine pulled her head back and slammed the door shut.
Eros: "..."
After a moment of thought, Eros put the items in front of him away.
Later that night, as Eros lay on the sofa flipping through a magazine, he heard Undine whisper from beside him, her voice trembling slightly. Though she tried to sound composed, Eros could easily detect the embarrassment hidden in her words.
"Why... why do you like those things?"
A good question, and a sophisticated one. Eros’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Because I love you the most, Sister-Sovereign, and so I love everything associated with you as well."
"Ugu~" Undine let out a humiliated whimper and quickly hoisted a magazine to shield her face, which was now so red it looked ready to drip blood. After a long while, she muttered from behind the pages, "You are not allowed to say things like that anymore!"
"I’m just telling the truth," Eros said, his tone sounding remarkably sincere.
"Even if it’s the truth, you aren't allowed to say it! I’m going to bed. I'm done talking to you." With that, Undine turned and prepared to retreat to her room.
Even with his Night Vision, Eros could clearly see her crimson earlobes. He chuckled and said, loud enough for her to hear, "Goodnight! To the number one sister in the world~"
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Undine’s breath hitched, but she forced herself not to respond, merely quickening her pace.
In the soul world, Eros faced Barbara’s disdainful gaze and asked with a hint of confusion, "I’ve noticed lately that I seem to have trouble controlling my desires. What's going on?"
Barbara glanced at him and snorted. "Do you think Cursed Objects are that easy to carry around? Even when she is materialized and in a dormant state, she instinctively absorbs Original Sins. While these sins cannot corrupt you, their negative side effects will still influence you."
"For example, you might become more arrogant, more greedy, more prone to jealousy, more..."
Barbara rattled off all Seven Deadly Sins. After listening, Eros asked in surprise, "That’s not right. Why haven't I felt myself becoming more arrogant or jealous?"
Barbara rolled her eyes and said irritably, "That’s because your self-control protects you from those particular negative effects. But as for 'Lust,' you have no self-control because you really are just a lecher."
Eros: "..."
Suddenly feeling a bit guilty, Eros gave a dry laugh. "Most men only swear a blood feud against gambling and drugs."
Barbara frowned. She didn't understand him again. This guy was always saying things she couldn't grasp.
The next day, while Eros was teasing Ayesha, he noticed something that was both surprising and yet somehow expected.
Baron Larrywatt was currently following behind Prince Saliba, acting like a complete lackey. It was a bit strange; logically, that "filial son" Prince should have looked down on someone like Baron Larrywatt, even as a mere henchman.
Still, he was only mildly curious. Since it had nothing to do with him, and the answer didn't come to him within a second, he tossed the thought to the back of his mind.
Days passed in an orderly fashion—teasing Ayesha, Undine, and Joanie by day, and occasionally keeping Syphreya company by night. Just as Eros thought this lifestyle would last until the Sin Realm practical assessment, he suddenly received an invitation.
Eros’s gaze first landed on the envelope’s seal. After confirming there were no petals of the Hebrew Daisy, he breathed a secret sigh of relief.
Then, he saw the signature on the envelope: Mary Shawn.