episode_0122

Did the bishop make some mistake? As soon as the meal is over, the Pope takes Bishop Lisa out. Just by looking at his facial expression, he seemed quite serious, but I also felt uneasy that it might have something to do with me.

However, since I couldn’t find out right away just because I was concerned, I could only follow the two people leaving the banquet hall with my eyes. Later, I had no choice but to ask Bishop Lisa what she had talked about.

Anyway, after filling our bellies, the three of us got up from our seats. Sylvia was pounding my stomach, probably because it felt good to have a full meal for the first time in a long time. It seemed like I was enjoying sweet happiness now rather than what was to come.

On the other hand, Isabel… .

“Ha… . I wonder if we can travel together… .”

Is it because of Cordelia’s atrocity just now? I am lamenting and clutching my head as if it hurts. Actually, I don’t know where it came from, but the water is completely muddy, and honestly, it’s mind-boggling. Moreover, Isabelle was, in a sense, the leader of this team, so it was natural to be even more concerned.

“Sister, don’t worry too much. Time will tell.”

“What is time? . Didn’t you see me behaving rudely to the Pope earlier? Didn’t he start casting magic from the first moment yesterday… . Amanes-sama, why on earth are you such a bitch… .”

Isabelle sighs and presses her temples. Even just one day gave me this much headache, and I didn’t feel like having to sleep in the same place and see that guy every day.

“God must have something in mind. Isn’t that why I added one person because it would be helpful in some way? And honestly, is there a good year among the magical cubs? It’s not like I see once or twice that a screw is missing somewhere. Just think of it as an idiot and move on.”

“Ha… . You also sound very comfortable.”

Perhaps because it was difficult to continue the conversation, Isabel slightly bowed her head to me and left first. As each person left the room one by one, the only remaining main people were Sylvia and I.

“Priest, or rather saint, are you going to take a rest too?”

“Ah, yes. Is it because I rode the carriage for a long time? I’m a little tired.”

I’m not particularly sleepy or anything, but I deliberately pretend to be tired and answer weakly with my eyes closed. In fact, rather than going to rest, I was more and more concerned about my panties that were soaked with semen from earlier. I wanted to fill my stomach and leave early, but the atmosphere made it impossible to do so, so I just held out and waited for an opportunity.

And now that almost everyone was gone, it seemed like the best time to get out.

“Is that so? ah… .”

Is there anything you want to say? Just as she was about to leave the banquet hall, a strange change occurred in Sylvia’s expression. It’s as if I’m telling you not to go… . Even if I don’t want to see it from tomorrow, I will have to look at it all day long, so I don’t know why I was so disappointed, but I narrowed my eyes and couldn’t take my eyes off me.

“Why. Anything you want to say… ?”

“Oh, no. Go try it. I also need to save up some stamina today for tomorrow. Then rest in peace.”

“Yes, Sylvia, rest in peace too.”

hmm… . I’m reluctant. As I leave, Sylvia’s eyes are fixed on me until the very end. Anyone can see that there is something they want to say, but they can’t get it out.

Even though I was wondering why I was doing that, I thought about my panties and quickly moved to my room with Shindo’s help.

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“Ugh… . I’m finally taking this off… .”

After sending away the believer who guided me, I quickly took off my pants as soon as I entered the room. Let’s move down the things that were already uncomfortable. I felt a strange sense of liberation, like a newly born baby bird coming out of an egg.

“It was a lot of money… .”

I don’t want to get too close, so I lift the semen-soaked panties with just my index finger and thumb. Is it because we’ve been locked up for so long without doing anything? Even though I was holding my breath, I could smell the strong scent of chestnut flowers through my nose.

From the looks of it, it’s heavy, like it’s twice as heavy as the average man’s cum… .

ha… . What should I do with this?

I think I should throw it away, but the problem is I don’t know where to throw it away. Except for this room, the moment you go out, you will be watched by believers, so you cannot act as you please.

Throwing it in the trash can in the room was crazy.

So should I put it in my backpack for now?

Anyway, no one touches the backpack except me. All I had to do was wrap it in something like an old cloth, stuff it in my backpack, and later throw it away on the street.

“Off… . It’s sticky… .”

Even though it came from my body and is mine… . It’s really dirty. It smelled like shit, and the entire groin area was shiny with semen.

Fortunately, because it was a VIP room, there were tissues provided in the room and I was able to quickly wipe off the semen.

I changed out of the clothes I was previously uncomfortable in into comfortable ones. I flopped down on the bed.

A soft, soft bed that is large enough to sleep five or six people.

The tension melted away as if my body had been dipped in hot water.

“Lisa, this is the beginning… .”

Since there is no one listening anyway, I babble into the air, revealing my true feelings.

No, how can someone do that? Cordelia is also a problem, but right now I have to do something about Lisa, that bitch.

Conversation wasn’t working and I was being held back by my weaknesses, so I couldn’t see any way to do this. I wonder if my brain is occupied by my pussy and I’m just stupid like Masha Shindo. His ability to deal with crises was so excellent that he escaped as quickly as a snake.

“Ah… . it’s hard… .”

Maybe it’s because I’m mentally exhausted, but I can’t even think anymore, so I put my arm on my forehead and let out a long, lamentable sigh.

By now, Bishop Lisa is having a conversation with the Pope. I felt like I could probably sleep comfortably for at least an hour.

At least a little bit is good. I slowly closed my eyes, intending to get some sleep for at least 10 minutes.

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Two hours ago. Just as I arrived at the parish.

It was from the moment Sylvia woke up from her slumber in the carriage that she felt a sense of strangeness. Unknowingly, a fishy smell entered her nasal passages. The pungent smell she smelled for the first time made her uncomfortable as she woke up, but she instinctively quickly realized where the smell was coming from.

No matter how much you think positively or try to deny it, the smell of semen is still noticeable.

Sylvia had never mixed with a man in her entire life, but perhaps it was because of the imprint in her genes or the Ronin tribe’s excellent sense of smell. When she smelled it, she immediately realized that it came from a man’s testicles.

What I don’t understand is… .

Why on earth does the saint smell like that? .

Of course, I was sleeping, so I don’t know what happened before that.

What is clear is that a similar smell is coming from the bishop’s hands… . Could it be that the two of you were sleeping… .

For a moment, an unspeakable, terrible thought passes through her mind.

Do these two really have that kind of relationship?

No, even if it’s true, why are you here? .

Confusing. I couldn’t really figure out where and what was wrong.

Even if it were just a complete stranger, it would have been astounding, but it wasn’t anyone else either… . Because the other person was a man who had selfish intentions… .

I felt like I couldn’t even breathe.

After that, Sylvia’s mind was like a battlefield. I tried to act as if nothing had happened and joked and smiled, but my mind was still somewhere else.

I had tried so hard to impress Priest Isaiah, but visiting the church even on my days off just to see him had become meaningless.

A person named Cordelia had an accident in the banquet hall and talked to the Pope about the future. Even though she couldn’t get the food down her throat, she tried to act like she was okay.

No, maybe it was because I was stressed that food got into my throat more easily. Even during the conversation, my eyes kept turning to him, and I wanted to run to him and ask about what happened while he was sleeping.

What on earth did you two do? .

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however… . Does that really mean anything? I have no right to ask.

To begin with, Sylvia was not even Priest Isaiah’s lover. I don’t know if they were dating or not, but it was just a friendship.

My heart hurts like it’s going to explode just by being close to me, but I always look at Priest Isaiah from afar. She was a coward and couldn’t even move forward.

“It really shouldn’t be like this… .”

Silvia narrows her brows, clicks her tongue, and slowly raises her head.

Since when? When I came to my senses, I found myself standing in front of the door where Priest Isaiah entered.

“What on earth do I want to do? .”

I couldn’t understand why that was happening. Let’s say the two of you hit it off. Is there any point in going and asking?

Even Sylvia knows that it is something that cannot be done rationally. But is it because they are a race that is more faithful to their emotions? Sylvia knocked on the door twice without hesitation, as if she had been possessed by someone.