I am not me, I have not said anything random.

I stared in surprise at Kefir, who had slipped into Louise’s bedchamber—clearly here to find me!

“Why are you… no, how did you know I was here!?”

“Did you forget about the contract on you? I saw through the contract that you were in Sister Wang’s chambers, so I borrowed the excuse of fetching her an umbrella to come find you.”

Kefir’s voice carried an emotion I couldn’t tell was anger or anxiety, and under the dim night, her eyes—locked on mine—were clear as water.

No wonder the script kept showing I’d be discovered no matter where I hid—it was Kefir tracking me through the contract! And that script where I jumped out the window? That would have been the real deal: discovered by someone else, then dying with no remains!

“Also, I should be the one asking questions! Euclid, I’ll leave aside how you even managed to get here for now—so, why did you sneak into Sister Wang’s bedchamber!?”

“No, there’s a reason for this, I—”

Now was clearly not the time to explain everything to Kefir, and worse—the next moment, footsteps sounded outside the door.

“Shh!”

Kefir slapped a hand over my mouth.

As the true protagonist, Kefir could have righteously dragged me out and been done with it instead of taking the risk with me. But… after giving me a piercing glance, I heard her soft sigh by my ear.

Truly worthy of a protagonist! Look—she doesn’t sell out her teammates even at a critical moment! Forget being your sidekick—if you wanted, I’d warm your bed too!

Too moved to speak, I quickly removed Kefir’s hand and grabbed her wrist.

“The wardrobe is safe.”

“…”

After a brief silence, Kefir pulled me along and followed me into the wardrobe.

Almost at the same time, the door to the bedchamber opened!

“Kefir, did you get my umbrella? Huh?”

It was Louise!

“The umbrella… is gone. Kefir took it. Didn’t meet her on the way, though—did she take another route? What a shame, I wanted to have a private chat~”

The returning Louise didn’t notice any disturbance near the wardrobe, but she didn’t leave immediately either.

Her footsteps drew closer and closer, stopping just a few steps away from where Kefir and I were hiding.

The bedchamber was deathly quiet—any small noise from me would give us away! And the trouble was, the “thigh” I was clinging to—our proud protagonist, Miss Kefir—clearly had no experience in this kind of “sneaky business,” and was even more nervous than I expected.

As the great villain Euclid, I’ve done plenty of shady things like this. I’m as calm as a dead pig in boiling water—as long as the script says I’m safe, I don’t panic at all. But Kefir is different: a cramped, pitch-black space, tense nerves, and the need to stay silent…

In this situation, Kefir’s only coping method was: squeezing me even tighter, nearly snapping my old waist in two!

You’re a beautiful girl, not a crab! Still, every time Louise spoke, Kefir clung harder.

“So you even opened the window, huh? Sigh… even if you need some fresh air, think about the bugs, Kefir.”

With Louise’s words, Kefir’s nervous, uneven breaths kept brushing against my face. Ah~ no wonder people say women are made of water. Even as Kefir squeezed me breathless, the softness of her entire body pressed against me felt absurd—like I wasn’t holding a living person but a ball of cotton candy: soft, sweet, and fragrant.

If this goes on, the danger isn’t getting caught—it’s that my “little brother” won’t hold out! Of course, I’d never go full pervert and take advantage of Kefir, my precious “thigh,” even now. But sometimes, men’s instincts… are annoyingly uncontrollable.

With the two of us stuck so tightly together, Kefir soon noticed my… situation. Under the faint moonlight, I saw her blink in confusion—then suddenly claw at my chest with a sharp “scritch.”

“Ow…”

I nearly cried out, but she slapped her hand back over my mouth. Since my “little brother” acted out first, I had no grounds to protest. Plus, her soft, fragrant little hand… yeah, I surrendered.

You’re the protagonist. You’re the thigh. Scratch all you want.

“Hm? Did a wild animal sneak into the palace? I told them not to let little critters make trouble in here…”

After the “click” of the window shutting, Louise had no more reason to linger. The banquet was still ongoing, and soon her footsteps faded with the closing of the door.

“Whew…”

I let out a long breath of relief. At the same time, Kefir shoved me away, flustered, and rushed out of the wardrobe.

She pressed a hand to her chest while glaring down at my lower half with clear annoyance. Under the moonlight, her figure—whiter than the moon itself—left me speechless for a moment. I forgot to explain. Forgot even the dull pain in my chest.

Was Kefir… embarrassed just now?

While I was thinking that, the great protagonist Kefir spoke with surprising calm.

“Priest, last time you were here to play Lei Feng. This time, sneaking into Sister Wang’s bedchamber—what, are you trying to play Snow Wind?”

“Now’s not the time to talk. All I can tell you is: prophecy brought me here.”

“Prophecy told you to night-raid the Queen of the Grand Empire?”

Kefir glared at me.

“Something like that…”

Now that I thought about it, my actions really were perverted to the point where I couldn’t even make up a decent excuse.

“I’ll explain later. For now, we need to leave immediately. We’ve got about a minute—if we’re any later, we won’t make it back without being noticed!”

“You…”

Kefir hesitated. Honestly, she had every reason to snap my neck right now. But…

Her look of frustration softened into helplessness, her tense tone became a sigh. When she looked at me again under the moonlight, there was no trace of wanting to “settle accounts.”

“You’re right. Disappearing too long will look suspicious. Let’s hurry and sneak back.”

She gripped my hand tightly, and with a shy little murmur, added—

“I’ll trust you one more time, Priest.”