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We were led into a messy room that looked like a typical bachelor’s private quarters.

“Wow, this really screams single guy’s room.”
“Looking at this, I feel like tidying up and giving the place a good scrub would be the least we could do.”

Standing at the entrance, both Eren and I sighed at the sight of the room, which was so cluttered there was hardly any place to step. Why do men’s rooms always seem to be such a mess? Socks lying next to half-eaten dishes—it’s incomprehensible.

That being said, the food seemed quite old, having discolored to the point of being unrecognizable, but at least there wasn’t a foul smell.

“By the way, didn’t you introduce yourself as an assistant and cleaning maid? Leaving a room this filthy seems a bit much, don’t you think?” Eren said, clearly unable to overlook this as a fellow maid.

Coppelia, who had been standing at the entrance gazing around the room with a strangely sentimental expression, turned to us and straightened up.

“This room is the sanctuary of my master, Professor Victor, so I’m not allowed to touch anything without his permission.”

Ah, I know the type—those people who say, “It’s not messy! I’ve placed everything exactly where I know it is!” You often hear that about people with blood types O or B, but even those who seem serious or meticulous on the outside can have chaotic personal spaces.

Nevertheless, a certain word caught my attention, and I immediately asked for confirmation.

“So, this ‘Victor’ is your master?”

“Exactly! Professor Victor Francis, the genius sorcerer and extraordinary alchemist,” Coppelia declared proudly, pointing to a portrait on the wall. The painting depicted a young man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, along with an elderly hunched man who seemed to be his attendant, both in a 25 or 30-sized portrait.

“Oh, he’s handsome.”

I found myself captivated by the man in the portrait, with his chestnut hair and well-defined, intellectual features. Confidence radiated from him, supported by his ideals and passion—a man who perfectly embodied the term beautiful gentleman.

“He certainly looks like a capable man. So, Lady Jill prefers this type, then? …I should report this,” Eren said, busily jotting something down beside me. Who was she planning to report this to?

Noticing our reactions, Coppelia smiled cheerfully, but the angle of her raised arm seemed to adjust slightly… three times. Also, I could swear her smile was a bit strained, and she seemed to be sweating profusely, but she’s a mechanical doll, so that couldn’t possibly be the case.

“…Is it just me, or does it look like you’re sweating quite a bit?”
“Hahaha, it’s just a minor coolant leak, nothing to worry about.”

No, that’s definitely something to worry about!!

“But more importantly, it seems there’s a misunderstanding. The man with chestnut hair is Mr. Igor, a former sponsor. My dashing master, Master Victor, is the one next to him. Isn’t he a fine man?”
“The one… next to him?”

The only other person in the portrait was a hunched-over old man in his sixties, with thinning hair, buck teeth, and a rather stubborn-looking expression.

After a few seconds of silence…

“Well, there aren’t many stray handsome men around.”
“…This was a waste of time.”
“…Woof.”

Having understood that we had fulfilled our purpose here, we all turned on our heels and headed towards the exit.

We had expected a handsome man to be waiting, but it turned out to be a waste of time.

“W-w-w-w-wait, why!? Why are you leaving so suddenly, Lady Clara!? The main event is just about to begin! There’s going to be a dramatic plot twist about how this research facility was established and the schemes of the enemies that hindered it!!”

Coppelia, flustered, hurried after us and grabbed my arm to try to stop me. While her strength wasn’t much, she was heavy enough to make walking difficult.

“No, it was clear as day once we saw the portrait… It’s probably the usual, isn’t it? Some scholar who was shunned by society went off the deep end, saying, ‘The world is wrong. I’ll show them how great I am!’ and got obsessed with researching immortality.”
“It’s more like it’s just the envy of a man who can’t get a girlfriend. Maybe the immortality thing was just an attempt to appeal to women?”

Coppelia blinked repeatedly at our blatantly biased assertions.

“…Have you remembered everything, Lady Clara?”

It seemed we had hit the nail on the head.

“Hearing that makes me even less inclined to stick around. I have no interest in illegal or unethical research.”

“That’s a misunderstanding,” Coppelia objected, shaking her head as if offended.

Using corpses as seedbeds for plants, uncontrollable murderous beasts, and artificial beings who would sacrifice humans without hesitation—what part of this is defensible?

“To begin with, the so-called Saintess who sealed this place along with my master here is nothing but a hypocrite… no, she’s nothing but the spearhead of the demonic nation, traitor to humanity, deceiver of the entire continent, and a true-born backstabber!” Her tone shifted from her usual soft-spoken manner to a forceful one as she insisted. “You’re all just being deceived by the pleasant-sounding title of ‘saintess.’ That thing isn’t even human, to begin with—it just pretends to be good while toying with humanity. That’s why my master was captured and is now suffering, sealed away.”

In the Eunice Theocracy, where the Saintess Church is based, and even in the Graviol Empire, where the Deva Kureha Faith is predominant—though I’m not sure how much of it is true—there are countless legends of Saintess Snow appearing across the world to save people. These stories are so widespread that grassroots faith in her persists. Never before have I heard anyone so openly denounce the saint.

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