“What.”

Hans responded nonchalantly. Davi awkwardly lowered her finger that she had pointed at Hans.

“We’ve made our decision. No need for you to worry.”

“…….”

Despite Hans’s reassurance, Davi seemed unsettled, likely more so because she was a shrine maiden.

“Come on, we came for a celebration. Can’t you just congratulate us?”

“…Congratulations.”

It was a grudging congratulation.

“Done talking? Can I go back to sleep now?”

“Yeah, go sleep.”

Davi slammed the door shut.

I looked at Hans.

“Guess she didn’t like being woken up.”

“That, and probably the whole angel-human relationship didn’t sit well with her.”

“Why?”

“Probably because of the species difference. And everyone would react that way.”

Really?

I immediately turned on the broadcast.

“Hello.”

[vvvPoppopo: hi]

[OnlyFinley: you two together—lol]

[Stress: watched the confession show]

[LLoading: Ah, I missed it!!]

[SomeSuspiciousViewer: just now was the best lololol]

As expected, as soon as I turned on the broadcast, it was bustling. This bustle was only welcoming.

[PleaseShakeACarrot: What did you decide?]

To that question, I proudly linked arms with Hans.

“This is what we decided.”

[Plong: Waaaaaa!!!]

[PleaseShakeACarrot donated 30,000 points!]

– Kyyaaaaaaak

[OnlyFinley donated 10,000 points!]

– Cheers!!!

“See.”

I looked confidently at Hans. Hans let out a chuckle.

“Do you like it that much?”

[Stress: We can’t resist a romance]

[LLoading: forbidden missions! forbidden missions!!]

[MadelineTastesGood: twelve thousand points go go]

[Isaac: finally lol]

Soon, the refreshing sound of coins was heard. It was louder and more splendid than just a donation sound.

I checked the current points.

[- Current Points: 413,000P]

Even after 80,000 points were deducted, it was still a decent standing. Thanks to the twelve thousand points that came in.

This long and enduring mission had finally come to an end. I was on the verge of tears.

“Still a long way to go for ten million points though.”

“Keep it down.”

I easily brushed off Hans’s mood-breaking comment.

Clearly, the points were accumulating at a dizzying pace. As the donations kept increasing, I wondered if I would eventually receive even more. While I was pondering this, another donation notification popped up.

[Ian donated 100,000 points!]

– Congratulations.

A hundred thousand points in one go. I stared at the donation notification with my mouth agape.

What on earth was this person’s identity? How could he casually donate a hundred thousand points without hesitation?

The viewers were obviously surprised as well.

[KongKongCorin=3: ?!]

[Isaac: Is that even possible with points?]

[Something: Their team just finished a big project, you know.]

[Stress: Still, to donate a hundred thousand points at once;;]

It seemed the talk about having a lot of points saved up wasn’t just a bluff. Surpassing half a million points left me in disbelief.

I whispered to Hans,

“…Looks like we might reach our resurrection goal sooner than expected.”

“Think whatever you want.”

Hans seemed just annoyed by the situation.

With the large donation, I purchased a teleportation magic scroll and returned to the Erpeso mansion.

“So, are we going to focus on finding the assassin now?”

“Hmm.”

Just starting to date and no time to enjoy the early thrills of romance, it was sad, but I was excited for the new content for the broadcast.

“Guess we should. Maybe it’s best to talk to Irmin about it. But let’s rest for today.”

“Yeah, running back and forth must be tiring, take a break. I’ll be in my room working.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t plan to refuse Hans’s consideration.

I headed to my room, chatting with the viewers.

Casually talking, my mind was occupied with other thoughts.

‘Now that I can’t manage the chat room as before and can’t divert to romance, and with the original story twisted beyond recognition, and if we even find the assassin…’

Just a sudden thought.

‘What’s left for my broadcast?’

Does my broadcast still have the charm it once had?

Is pursuing the assassin really the right direction for me?

My mind was in turmoil.

* * *

The next day, I went to meet Irmin. As it was a personal matter, naturally, I didn’t turn on the broadcast.

More accurately, I was headed to the Hayward mansion, as Irmin would be there anyway.

I regarded every servant who escorted me to Kabir with a suspicious eye. The servants seemed to find my gaze puzzling.

Fortunately, it seemed no one was disguised as a servant this time. I arrived safely at Kabir’s office.

“Kabir.”

I was here to meet Irmin, but not encountering him brought a sense of relief, ironically. An old habit of avoidance seemed to linger.

“…….”

Despite my call, Kabir didn’t respond. Instead, he looked at me and smirked.

Hold on.

Was Kabir known for such a smile?

A sense of unease swirled around me.

As if confirming my suspicion, Kabir stood up abruptly and greeted me cheerfully.

“Hello!”

Now, impersonating a friend? Quite a remarkable person indeed.

“Don’t talk like that using Kabir’s body.”

“I only greeted you, didn’t I?”

“It feels off when you smile so brightly with his face.”

“Ah, come on, you like it.”

Seeing Kabir smile so radiantly was unbelievable.

“Why are you even doing this?”

“Kabir caught a cold. I’m filling in for him.”

“Is this what Kabir wanted?”

“Of course. Kabir doesn’t like to show weakness to the servants.”

Just how much must he dislike it to ask Irmin for such a favor? It must be a sensitive matter.

‘And Kabir caught a cold?’

I thought his demon bloodline made him immune to sickness. Guess not.

Once the conversation was over, I should probably check on Kabir.

“Did you come for relationship advice today?”

“No, it’s not like that.”

I flopped down on a nearby sofa.

“That issue has been resolved.”

“In one day?”

“It just happened. And you, Your Highness, handled the clean-up well.”

“It was mostly Kabir’s effort. It might be why he’s sick today.”

Seeing the chandelier covered in corpses might have left some aftereffects. While Kabir might be accustomed to death, witnessing someone he knew die was a different matter.

“I’ve never seen Kabir so shocked.”

Irmin spoke with a more serious tone than usual, likely recalling yesterday’s events.

“Be careful, Anais. Not just for yourself, but for others too.”

“…I’ll try.”

I wanted to stop causing worry for those around me.

As if he never said that, Irmin returned to his usual self, smiling broadly.

“Yeah, that’s the spirit! And let’s catch the assassin quickly.”

“That’s actually why I came. I have something to ask related to that.”

“Uh? What is it?”

“Are you really certain the assassin isn’t human?”

Ian said he knew who the assassin was, which would mean they had to be human. If they were an angel, Ian wouldn’t have a way to find out.

But Irmin answered firmly,

“Yes.”

“You can take your time to think before answering.”

“Do you doubt my intelligence? I’m certain. If it were a human, I would have caught them by now.”

Irmin seemed very confident about his information network. Understandably so, given his position.

“Have you checked? To see if the culprit is among the angels?”

“There’s none. I can assure you of that.”

“Ha, this is getting interesting.”

Really, who could the culprit be? At this point, it was frustrating.

“Let’s each look into it. I’ll focus on the humans, and you handle the angels.”

“…Alright.”

Investigation seemed to be the answer. Fortunately, someone else could handle the human side for me, lessening my workload.

My doubts about Irmin had dissipated. Perhaps it was a newfound affinity, or simply the passage of time.

Having the Crown Prince as a robust ally was undoubtedly a boon.

“I’ll go see Kabir. He’s in his room, right?”

“Yes, in his room.”

“Thanks. Let me know if you hear anything.”

“You too.”

After saying goodbye, I left the office.

I knew where Kabir’s room was. It had been a while, but I had stayed in this mansion long enough to know its layout.

A guard was stationed outside Kabir’s room, but he stepped aside as soon as he saw me. Kabir must have instructed them in advance.

I opened the door to Kabir’s room.

The room was dimly lit, with only sunlight filtering through the curtains.

“……?”

Kabir, with a wet cloth on his forehead, turned to look at me.

“…Anais?”

“Stay lying down.”

His voice was hoarse. It seemed like he had a fever.

He looked worse than I expected. Kabir was groaning in discomfort.

I had only seen him in his perfect state. Now, he was in a disheveled state I had never witnessed before, almost unrecognizable.

I walked over and sat beside him, removing the wet cloth and placing my hand on his forehead.

He was burning up. I frowned and asked,

“Did you really get sick because of what happened yesterday?”

“It’s just a cold. You don’t have to worry.”

“How can I not worry?”

He was coughing even while speaking. Raised in such a place, his immunity should be strong, yet he was laid up like this, seemingly affected by yesterday’s event.

Kabir looked at me with half-open eyes.

Then, with concern in his voice, he asked,

“…Are you feeling alright?”

Worrying about others while he was the one sick. I chuckled at Kabir’s behavior.