Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 564 "| watch all kinds of drama. Sometimes, for the plot. But the ones | enjoy most are informative and educational for adults," Byleth said with short breaths. "And now I'm putting what | learned into practice for a good cause. I'm surprised, Boss. Aren't you a man? Why are you acting like a naive maiden?" she muttered. Her eyes brightened. "Oh, | get it. You need to slip into a character. Alright. Picture this. I'm your secretary. | haven't finished my work for today. My husband just lost his job. Money is tight, and now you've begun to threaten me and promise that- "Stop!

Stop it!" | cut her off before she could walk through a storyline that belonged in the darkest comers of adult drama. | knew it. This gal stayed hungry for things that went far beyond food. | would not be shocked if she had an account hidden somewhere. My breath grew thin. Heat pooled in my gut and rose fast. "You... You really want me to..." "Yes.' "You asked for it." | kissed her hard and pulled her close, my ---- hands gliding over her soft, warm back. Byleth shut her eyes in a slow sweep of pleasure as a jolt ran through her. She trembled again and again. A quiet moan slipped out.

We were about to take things further when she opened her eyes and pushed me away. "They are here." | stiffened and scanned my office. "Where?" "The closet." She raised her voice. "Come out. | already know you're inside. What's the point?" Her focus stayed locked on the closet. Her fingers tightened around her dagger while she tried to pull her clothes back on with her free hand. | stared at the closet with my pulse pounding. Every hair on my arms stood up. | wanted her to free both hands, so | offered, "I'll help you with the clothes." "Thanks." | started to dress her, but she jerked away.

A sharp clank followed. Metal struck metal. Something shot toward us. Byleth swatted it aside with her dagger. Aneedle skidded across the floor. Its tip burned a hole through ---- the rug. Smoke curled from the singed fabric. "Goddamn, it's poisoned?" | shouted. Weakness washed through me. How did the Youngkins even hire people like this? If Byleth had not been with me, | would already be halfway to the afterlife without a clue how | got there. The hitman must have figured out Byleth was troublesome. He stepped out of the closet in black clothing from head to toe.

A mask hid his face and left only a pair of narrowed eyes. "| expected as much from the Grimwald heir. Even one cast aside as you still earns an elite guard. And she is quite the sight," he said with a sneer. "Who sent you?" | asked, dread settling in my chest. If the Youngkins could hire someone like this, neither Julia nor | stood a chance. Not even with Byleth at our side.