The Pure Holy Spirit and the Master of Greedy Banquet. Both were heavyweights, and both would disregard anything and everything for the sake of their own obsessive desires for pleasure.
On top of that, both were hopelessly obsessed with good looks. The Pure Holy Spirit was a given; fawning over beauty was practically her core programming. Anise was no better. The lavish banquets she so enjoyed required exquisite eye candy to adorn them… and who could be more suitable than the Pure Holy Spirit? Besides, one could consider them both a type of Succubus. Wasn't it perfectly normal for them to be drawn to each other?
'What a pair of truly awful people.'
A certain Duke Qinghui conveniently ignored his own past actions, placing himself on the moral high ground.
"I was worried about how you two would get along, but it seems you're doing just fine."
Westheid said, prying the White-haired Holy Spirit off his face where she was nuzzling him.
