***Semi-steamy scene alert! Some of you may find this uncomfortable. You can skip the scene and go to the next three asterisks ***. Some of you may not like the scene and I hope you keep an open mind because the characters like it and you don't necessarily need to like it too. We all have our preferences, kinky or not. So please refrain from saying rude stuff about the scene. You are free to skip the said scene and you won't lose anything in the story.

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Rubiella started walking backwards and he continued kissing her with such intensity it was a wonder how she was able to breathe. Her legs were now against the bedside. He was still kissing her and her legs were losing strength from the kiss.

THUD!

She toppled down on top of the bed.

Hansel was still kissing her. He was now on top of her. She pushed him gently and gasped for breath.

He looked amused.

She glared at him.

"I just needed to catch my breath. You may now continue," Rubiella said.

Hansel chuckled and went to her neck again. He planted soft kisses on her neck that made her sigh. It felt so relaxing and splendid and pleasurable at the same time.

His lips went to her ear. Was he going to whisper something?

She couldn't be more wrong.

He sucked on her earlobe.

Her eyes opened in surprise.

Then he moved from her earlobe to the inside of her ear. He inserted his tongue inside and started licking her there.

Rubiella gasped.

He continued to lick the inside of her ear.

"Ah . . ."

A moan escaped from her mouth.

Hansel stopped to look at her. He looked hungry . . . for her.

"Such a nice sound, My Lady," Hansel murmured in her ear.

He started licking her again. Her whole body tingled from the sensation of his tongue going in and out of her ear to his body leaning down on hers as he ravished her.

Rubiella couldn't stop the soft moans escaping from her mouth. He placed two of his fingers on her lips then he inserted them inside her mouth.

His tongue was going in and out of her ear while his fingers did the same to her mouth, exploring then going in and out. It was so strange yet so erotic.

He stopped and licked his two fingers which were wet from her saliva. Rubiella felt like she was melting. Or had melted already. Or bodiless. She felt like a flute. Her legs quivered in anticipation at being played with his mouth and his fingers.

He kissed her again on the lips. This time, gently. Slowly. As if he was savoring her taste to his memory.

He stopped and looked at her with such fondness. The moonlight from her window seemed to make him more of a magical being than a human. Bright emerald eyes, long light brown hair, and an aura of bookish elegance yet a hint of a beast if pushed to anger or to passion.

"Are you all right, My Lady?" Hansel asked.

Rubiella nodded. Her mind was completely shocked and her body was on fire but she was all right. He did not hurt her. Everything he did felt so wonderful.

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Hansel got up from the bed and straightened his coat.

"My Lady, I will take my leave now. My greedy side has taken over me and I have done too much to you this day," Hansel said.

What the -?!

Rubiella sat up and gripped his coat.

"No, you didn't! Get back here!" Rubiella insisted.

"Let's have an enjoyable night again next time, My Lady," Hansel said who had already finished straightening his coat and tying his hair.

She really should have worn the black nightgown perhaps it would have made him stay longer. Argh!!!

"You're really going to leave?" Rubiella asked, pouting.

"It's our first day as lovers, My Lady. We have thousands of days more. Good night, My Lady," Hansel bent down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Rubiella pouted but nodded. "Good night, Hansel."

Hansel left and Rubiella left alone. She thought she was going to be lonely as soon as he was gone but the wonderful feeling he gave her was still inside her. She felt giddy and happy. He's right. There were still thousands of days more for them to enjoy each other's company.

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Meanwhile, in Aderlan's temple, a very evil plan was being carried out by the most powerful holy man of the kingdom - High Priest Anthony. Rituals were usually carried out when the sun was high up in the sky but when a ritual is a dark one, it must be carried out when the sky is at its darkest when the gods of light cannot see the mischief of men.

The temple doors were shut and only the High Priest, the lower priests, the queen, and the prince was inside. The priests began painting a magic circle with a suspicious-looking red liquid. They carried metal pails of red liquid as they painted the temple floor.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Celestinia asked the High Priest.

Celestinia was not wearing one of her usual gold and violet dazzling dresses. She was wearing a dark maroon dress underneath her black hooded cloak. She wore dark colors to avoid being spotted by the public. She glanced at the red liquid being painted on the floor. It was a good thing she wore dark colors. She didn't want that red liquid to stand out on her dress if it accidentally spilled on her.

"Your Highness, I have done my research on the summoning extensively and if my theory is correct, the summoning will work again. No one else has tried to summon another Saintess in the past because there was no need to but I understand that the circumstances are different now," Anthony said with a confident look. His long silver hair gave him a wise aura despite bearing a young man's face.

Celestinia frowned. "Yes, circumstances are different now from the last time Aderlan had a Saintess. The new Saintess is proving to be a nuisance to our plans."

"Mother, what if this doesn't work? Will the duke just take my throne one day?" Vincent asked looking wild-eyed and terrified.

"I'll make sure that will not happen. I've endured too much for that to be taken away by a mere nephew of the king," Celestinia said.

The magic circle was finished. The priests put away their pails of red liquid and joined hands. Then they started.

They began chanting in a language that the two royals could not understand. It was a dead language. It was a language that was said to have been used by the gods but then the mortals learned of it and the gods decided to never speak it again.

Their chanting was loud. Then it became defeaning. Their eyes were shut, beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads, and their faces etched with concentration. Desperation.

As if the gods had enough, a sudden wind blew out the candles in the temple.

WHOOSH!!!

Everyone was engulfed with darkness but the priests continued their mad chanting. Then a flame appeared at the center of the magic circle.

The priests opened their eyes to see the flame and their jaws dropped in shocked.

Blue.

The flame was blue!

That has never happened before in a Saintess summoning. The blue flame began to grow larger and larger. The priests switched from chanting to a hymn. They looked nervous but they still kept singing the hymn.

The flame grew and grew. Everyone felt tense. Why was the flame blue? No Saintess ever had a magic with that color. Were they summoning a Saintess or something that should not have been summoned?

The blue flame slowly dissipated and in its place looked like the figure of a young woman. It was too dark to actually make out her features.

"Open the doors!" Celestinia commanded.

Several priests scrambled to open the temple doors while the other priests lit up the candles.

The High Priest approached the young woman. His face remained impassive while the other priests looked astonished at her features.

The young woman's hair color was like a blend of honey and caramel. Her hair was styled into a bob cut with straight bangs. The ends of her hair were curled beneath her chin and the longest tendrils only reached her neck.

The priests gulped.

Then she opened her eyes.

The priests gasped.

Light blue eyes like the sky in a beautiful day.

Her nose was small but pointed. Her lips were like petals - pinkish and soft-looking.

She was wearing a white gown which showed her collarbones and the dip of her cleavage. Even her shoulders were bare. It would have looked utterly scandalous if not for the innocence her face exuded.

The gown she was wearing was like a princess ball gown with an off-shoulder with white feathers, tight at the waist, and a full skirt decorated with white feathers and white pearls.

She looked like an angel.

The High Priest extended his hand warily. He could still remember Euphemia ignoring his hand. To his surprise, the new Saintess took his hand without hesitation and got up with his help.

She looked around. The temple was illuminated only by the candles and the moonlight coming from outside the temple doors but it was still impressive even in darkness. The new Saintess looked fascinated. She didn't look scared or angry.

"We welcome you, Saintess from another world. My name is Anthony. I am the High Priest of this temple. May we know your name, Holy Saintess?" Anthony asked.

The new Saintess smiled brightly. "My name is Hikari Miyu. But you can call me Miyu desu!"

She blushed and giggled. "Sorry. It's Miyu's habit to say 'desu.' Miyu is delighted to be here. Thank you so much for summoning me."

The new Saintess was so radiant. It was as if there was no darkness surrounding her. But where there is light, there is also shadow.