Ero wanted to refute his outrageous and immoral statement, but he stammered and couldn't say anything.

"You have no idea that while you were agonizing over this, another man had already made it to you!"

"who?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Eero asked a question with extreme tension. The next second, he thought of the saint and knight that Desmond had mentioned earlier.

"Isn't the Holy Son a candidate for the future Pope? He is clearly—"

They cannot have conventional marital relationships...

“Yes.” Desmond understood his unspoken meaning, “But he just won’t let go of the beauty, you know? I heard he even went so far as to enter her home, and even went straight into her dormitory.”

Before he could speak, Desmond added another sentence.

"And that knight, who is also the prince's good brother, they grew up together, and he still keeps staring at the beauty."

"So tell me, what are you worried about?"

Desmond looked like he wanted to grab Ero by the collar and bombard him with questions.

"..."

The somber atmosphere that had been created was dispelled, and Ero stood there blankly, his mind a complete blank.

So, are you going to class or not?

"The beauty is here in class as well, and of course, His Holiness the Holy Son is here as well."

"If you don't go, I'll take your place..."

"I'll go."

Ero interrupted Desmond. Sometime later, he had already gathered his teaching tools and stood at the laboratory door, his hand already touching the doorknob, but then he stopped.

"From now on, just call him by his name, instead of always calling him 'beauty'."

He left those words behind and rushed out the door, almost running as fast as he could.

It seems like the stimulation went too far...

I hope His Holiness the Holy Son is still alive after this lesson.

The white skull was praying "devoutly".