The key word running through Mercedes’ mental world was regret. The sights reenacted here were ‘moments I want to take back’ for her. It was quite unexpected that she picked the day she first met Grid as one of them, but... in any case, Grid wanted to respect Mercedes’ tastes. 

‘One day, when I gather all my energy and get to sleep with them again...’

On that night, he would put a crown on Mercedes’ head and practice a master-servant reversal relationship. There wasn’t the dignity of the Only One God. Mercedes’s voice permeated Grid’s ears as he made a sincere promise. It was a calm voice without trembling. 

“Thank you. Thanks to My Liege, I was able to develop further.” 

The image of Mercedes forcing Grid, who was on his knees and looking like a puppy, to kiss her instep, ankle, calf, thigh, and even higher was gone. Mercedes had smashed it. 

Was that why? The scene from just before seemed to have been deleted from her memory. The evidence was that she spoke calmly, without the slightest sign of embarrassment. 

‘Is it a good thing...?’ 

Grid’s expression was subtle as he looked at Mercedes, who had regained...