Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 567 Byleth did not answer right away. She only nodded. "But | have never provoked anyone from Enbarr. | don't even know anyone from there." My brows tightened again. The air around me grew tense and unpredictable. Byleth shook her head. "| can't be certain about that part." Her clear eyes settled on me. "Boss, you don't need to be afraid. With my abilities, unless an instructor from one of the great families in Enbarr shows up in person, | can protect you without fail." Her confidence caught me off guard, and a wave of relief eased my shoulders.

"Byleth, is your strength really that formidable?" "Lwas bom gifted. My mentor always said I'm a once-in-a-million martial prodigy." Her voice carried a serious, slightly proud note. I let out a quiet laugh. "So | pay your food expenses each month, and in return | get a martial arts genius as my bodyguard. That sounds like a good deal." "Of course. As long as you reward me every now and then." She licked her lips and lowered her head a touch. "Reward you?" | paused. "You mean buying drumsticks? | know." ---- "No.

| mean kissing." She tapped her slightly swollen lips, answering without hesitation. Her still-hungry expression sent a jolt through me. "When did you start liking that? You always said food was all you needed." This was troublesome. If Byleth became addicted to intimacy, what would | do? | could not handle her every single time. Would it turn into: danger appears, she protects me; danger fades, | end up in her arms? "That was before. Tonight, after experiencing it, it felt new. Completely different." She watched me with bright interest, as if eager to resume where we had stopped.

Her eager stare made my throat dry. "Byleth, how about I find you a boyfriend?" Any man would struggle to stay composed with a beauty like her pursuing him. Who knew when | might lose control myself? The moment she heard "boyfriend," she frowned and rejected the idea without hesitation. "No. | only want you, Sebastian. Boss. "Why?" "Because only with you, | feel something." A soft blush spread ---- across her flawless face, impossible to miss. "Great. Now the gluttonous girl isn't craving drumsticks anymore. She's craving a man," | muttered under my breath. My thoughts scattered.

One look into her eyes told me she meant every word. "How am | supposed to get along with her later?" My head throbbed. The kiss earlier had only been part of the plan to lure the hitmen. Byleth, who had never been close to any man, had taken the act to heart. Feeling awkward, | steered the conversation toward business. After two sentences, she could not follow the topic and lost interest, then wandered off to heat up food. | called the police about the two bodies on the floor. If possible, | wanted information about their identities. The day ended before | realized it.

Other than eliminating two hitmen, | had gained nothing. The next morning, Byleth and | got up early, washed, and began work. We stayed at the company overnight in a staff rest room. Since | had Byleth with me and we needed to stay alert to more hitmen, we did not go home. | did not want to frighten Astrid. ---- Once we settled into work, Byleth behaved like her usual self again. Perhaps she had quietly calmed herself during the night.