Chapter 220

They ordered the same menu as before... but in reality, the dishes that came out were different from the ones Clael had eaten with Erika.

Since it was called the 'Chef's Whimsy Course', it seemed the dishes changed on a whim.

The first appetizer that came out was a salad of tomato and mozzarella cheese.

"Ah, this is delicious. The tomato and cheese go really well together."

"...Yes, it's very tasty."

The two of them savored the food that was served... but Reina seemed just a little dissatisfied.

Even as she brought the food to her mouth, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"Is something wrong? Is there something you don't like?"

"No... it's just a little different from what I had imagined... I was hoping to overwrite the memory, you see. It's a shame."

"............?"

Reina had been wearing a dissatisfied expression... but immediately switched to a radiant Saint's smile.

Incidentally... during the meal, she naturally removed her veil.

Because her dazzling smile was fully visible, she was drawing an overwhelming amount of attention from other customers and staff.

"Who is she... that woman?"

"I've never seen her before... but she's beautiful."

"Hey! Stop looking away from me!"

"She's like a goddess... I want to draw her..."

Among the customers, some men were staring at Reina, ignoring their girlfriends, a woman stood frozen as if her soul had left her body, and a bearded old man had taken out a sketchbook and was furiously sketching.

Once again... Clael was struck by the realization that Reina's beauty was a sin.

"...Reina, if possible, could you tone down your makeup?"

"Huh? Why is that?"

"No particular reason. It's just... please, I really mean it."

He couldn't let Reina become a femme fatale who would bring nations to ruin.

When Clael emphasized his request, Reina nodded earnestly.

"Understood. I won't wear makeup unless I'm going out with you, Lord Clael."

"...Yes, that will be just fine."

"Which means... you'll go out with me again, right?"

"I suppose... that's what it means?"

He felt like the point had shifted, but for now, he decided to accept it.

With this, he had successfully driven the point home.

He wanted to believe that the crisis of a nation falling over Reina had been averted.

"Even so... you've really improved your table manners in the short time I didn't see you."

Clael brought up the topic as it came to mind.

Reina was eating without making a sound, skillfully using her knife and fork.

Such refined table manners weren't something one could master overnight.

"It brings back memories. When we first met, you used to devour pies with your hands..."

"Oh, stop bringing up the past! You're the one who taught me table manners, Lord Clael! Of course I'd get better!"

"Hahaha, that's true... It really is nostalgic."

He never imagined he'd come to a restaurant in the royal capital with the grown-up Reina.

He had thought his role ended with raising her and sending her off to the capital... never expecting to be involved with her again as a Saint or teacher.

(I thought I'd live out my life as a rural priest... but looking back, I've come a long way.)

Without a doubt, the greatest turning point in Clael's life was Reina.

If he had never met Reina, his second life might have ended in mediocrity.

"Lord Clael, this meat dish is delicious too."

"Ah, roast chicken. The herbal aroma is wonderful."

(You never know what life will bring... Like in my previous life, I could suddenly drop dead from overwork again—so I really need to cherish this moment.)

As Clael once again appreciated the happiness before him, he continued to savor the meal with Reina.

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