The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 73.2
“What is a delayed ejaculator?”
Ian explained the dictionary definition of the term. At that, Vermouth snorted and spoke.
“The people of this world are far too weak. Most Holy Knights can last at least this long.”
Isn’t that just because Holy Knights are monsters? It felt wrong to compare people of the modern era to Holy Knights who had undergone insane levels of training since childhood.
After being carried out of the bath by Vermouth and getting dressed, Ian ate some soup. The only cooking Vermouth could do was grilling meat or throwing every ingredient into a pot to boil a stew. However, seeing that he had made soup, it seemed he had put in quite an effort for Ian’s sake.
The chicken vegetable soup was fairly delicious.
“Since you like it, I shall make it for you again next time.”
To Ian, that sounded like an invitation to have sex again next time. Ian puffed out his lips and withheld his answer. After finishing the meal, he dressed himself meticulously. Because Vermouth had left so many marks on his body, it was not easy to cover them all.
‘Will my brother notice?’
Choi Jae-heon seemed to be trying to remain as Ian’s brother again, but seeing things like this would undoubtedly bother him.
“……You really left a staggering amount of marks.”
Ian let out a deep sigh and touched the area near his neck and collarbone.
“I held back from leaving even more.”
The fact that this was the result of holding back was terrifying. While he was preparing to go out with an internal shudder, Ian’s smartphone, which had been tossed aside on the table, began to ring frantically.
Vrrr, vrrr, vrrrrrr!
“Who is it, this early in the morning?”
Ian dragged his body, which felt as if it had been beaten, and approached the screen to check. The caller was Choi Jae-heon. Looking now, the number of missed calls was horrifying. Just looking at it made a chill run down his spine. Why hadn’t he heard this sound?
Ian cleared his voice and answered the phone, trying his best to act nonchalant.
“Hyung. I just woke up.”
—Now? You?
“Mhm, I guess I was a little tired.”
—Fine, we shall talk about that once we meet. Come to the Stigma headquarters immediately. Hurry.
Choi Jae-heon’s voice was frozen sharp, like a bowstring pulled taut. Ian reflexively shrank back.
“What’s going on? Today is the start of the first priest class training, so it’s fine if only Vermouth goes.”
He didn’t particularly want to go and get caught having had sex with Vermouth and be scolded by Choi Jae-heon. At that, a low sigh was heard from the other end.
—The training isn’t the problem. Alexander, the Guild Leader of the Empire, is currently camping out in the first floor lobby.
“What?”
Ian’s movements came to a dead stop.
—He barged in here without any notice as soon as he entered the country yesterday morning. He said he absolutely has to meet you. He says he won’t move a single step until you arrive.
“Why is that man looking for me?”
—It’s likely because of that divine power you talked about on the broadcast. He is the person who announced to the entire world that miracles can be performed even without mana and that divine power exists. In such a situation, since you left Stigma and even established a religious organization, he must have many questions. So hurry up and come take your guest away.
“I got it. I’ll be there soon.”
Ian hung up and stretched his body. The peaceful and drowsy morning was now over.
“What is the matter?”
“Alexander from America came to find me. He crossed the Pacific because he’s curious about the Order I founded, so I have to show my face.”
Ian neatly adjusted the collar of his black turtleneck, which reached up to his chin. It was an outfit unsuited for the weather approaching midsummer, but he had no choice.
Vermouth stared obsessively at Ian’s attire before eventually nodding.
“I shall accompany you as well.”
“Were you planning not to?”
Ian gave him a light reproach and left the house with Vermouth.
“Of course not. I will always be by your side.”
“Right, right. But I was thinking.”
“About what?”
“How about we decide on new titles for each other after everything is over? Or at least when no one else is around.”
“Titles, you mean?”
“Yeah, we are kind of lo… lovers now.”
Ian stuttered at that part.
“We can’t keep calling each other like that forever. I think it would be okay to speak casually too. Actually, you are older than me anyway.”
At those words, Vermouth’s eyes curved into circles as he laughed.
“I am satisfied even now, but if my beloved partner wants it, then I am happy to comply. I must do as you wish. Ian.”
Perhaps he had made a pointless suggestion.
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