Chapter 327: He Creates a Secret Perfume Belonging to Sona
Originally, Tsubaki didn't want to disturb the president.
After all, this was a rare opportunity for the president to be alone with him, a good chance to deepen their relationship.
And truth be told, Tsubaki was quite envious inside.
Although her initial interactions with him had been unpleasant, being forcibly transformed into his Demon God Pillar.
But that was because they had offended him first.
Afterward, once she understood what kind of existence he was, any normal young girl would inevitably feel moved by someone like that.
Upon reaching the nurse's office door, she knocked first.
"President, sorry, I have something urgent to discuss with you both."
She spoke apologetically toward the inside.
So, could she confirm that Sona and he were inside?
Yes, because she could sense a barrier had been set up inside—one that would make ordinary people choose not to approach this area.
"Come in."
The one who said this wasn't the president, but him.
So, Tsubaki directly opened the door and entered, quickly scanning most of the nurse's office.
He happened to be walking out from the sickbed area toward the office desk in the nurse's office, holding what seemed to be a handkerchief? It looked like a damp handkerchief.
As for President Sona, she wasn't visible.
No, not that she wasn't visible—she was on the sickbed, but the partition curtain had been drawn around it, so only Sona's somewhat flustered silhouette could be seen through the white cloth.
The president seemed to have hurriedly lain down and pulled up the covers?
"Come help me for a moment, Shinra."
"Ah? Okay."
Shinra walked over to his side. What did he need her help with?
"There's a bottle in the right pocket of my jacket. Could you please take it out?"
The reason he didn't get it himself was probably because his hands were wet, so Tsubaki helped retrieve a bottle from his pocket.
After taking it out and looking at it, she froze for a moment—it was the same as the perfume bottles he had given to Rias and Ravel.
So, did this mean he was currently creating a secret perfume belonging to Sona?
"Uncap the bottle."
"Alright."
"Then please hold it steady."
"Okay."
He moved the damp handkerchief over the bottle opening and slowly twisted it with both hands, allowing the glistening liquid on the handkerchief to drip down bit by bit.
However, it didn't seem to be perfume, as the liquid appeared too viscous for that, forming thin strands as it dripped.
In that case, it couldn't possibly form a spray.
This made it more likely to be a moisturizing lotion.
Though it might still be perfume that needed to be diluted with water.
He proceeded with great care, ensuring not a single drop was wasted as he dripped it into the bottle.
Tsubaki also held it steadily, doing her best to prevent any spills.
Come to think of it, this substance faintly emitted an indescribable fragrance?
It seemed to have a stimulating effect, inexplicably making Tsubaki feel as though her brain was producing more excitatory neurotransmitters.
So, what exactly was this?
How was it made?
He said it required cooperation between two people to produce—what kind of cooperation could that be?
Earlier, he mentioned that Sona might dislike it or refuse it? But didn't it succeed?
Under what circumstances would he think Sona would dislike and refuse it?
"That's enough, Miss Shinra."
"Ah? Okay."
Most of the liquid had been squeezed from the handkerchief, and the bottle was about three-quarters full, so Tsubaki sealed it shut.
Then, he took the bottle and walked toward the hospital bed.
Since it was blocked by a curtain, Tsubaki couldn't see the situation clearly.
But from Sona's reaction, it seemed she was particularly agitated and shy?
She appeared so flustered that she practically snatched the bottle from his hand—ah, and the handkerchief he was handing back to her.
Huh?
Wait, was that even a handkerchief?
After Sona took it, the shadow behind the curtain shifted in a way that didn't resemble a square handkerchief.
Why hadn't Tsubaki realized it wasn't a handkerchief earlier when he was wringing the liquid from it?
The reason was that his hand covered most of it, and from the exposed fabric alone, Tsubaki couldn't identify what it was, so she assumed it was a handkerchief.
Hmm? Sona was bringing the handkerchief toward her feet—was she going to wipe them?
Suddenly, it seemed Sona realized Tsubaki could see her movements through the slightly transparent curtain, and she froze instantly.
The next moment, Sona pulled the bedsheet over herself again and began squirming underneath it.
This scene left Shinra Tsubaki utterly bewildered.
After a while, it seemed she had composed herself, and the curtain was drawn back—not by Sona, but by him, causing Sona, who didn't seem fully prepared, to glare at him with a face so red it looked about to bleed.
Faintly, Tsubaki thought she heard Sona mutter under her breath, calling him a big idiot.
"Ahem, Tsubaki, what happened?"
"The heir of House Bael, the heir of House Agares, the heir of House Astaroth, and the heir of House Glasya-Labolas—four of them have come to visit."
"They're here?"
Sona's expression shifted slightly.
These four, like her and Rias, were the next heads of their respective families. Why would they visit so suddenly?
It must be because of him.
After all, his identity as King Solomon was no longer a secret.
Those gods and buddhas had witnessed the will of the God of the Bible manifest and address him as King Solomon.
"And also..."
Shinra paused. The reason she came to interrupt wasn't solely due to the visit of these four individuals with special identities.
The true reason was—
"The successor of the Astaroth family has proposed to Asia."
These words caused Sona's expression to tighten slightly. Was this guy seeking death?
"I've heard that over half of the 72 Pillars also support the Astaroth family's successor in proposing to Asia. They hope King Solomon will betroth Asia to him, using this to foster closer familial ties after three thousand years," Tsubaki added, her tone laced with contempt.
She clearly understood what was happening, and the president undoubtedly did as well.
Some people were courting death, deliberately provoking him like this to gauge his true capabilities.
If he turned out to be weak, the remaining families of the Seventy-Two Pillars of Demons would not only ignore him but might even seek to eliminate him—especially since he possessed the Ring of Solomon, which could influence devils to some extent.
If he proved powerful, they would naturally resort to feigned compliance.
But hadn't he killed Indra? Were these devils fools?
The reason lay in the fact that no one had witnessed him slaying Indra firsthand. Instead, they saw the will of the God of the Bible appear and believed it was the Holy Spear, aided by that will, that killed Indra.
Thus, both of them looked at him as he smiled faintly—a smile that carried an unsettling pressure.