episode_0054

Katharina had never thought of herself as good and noble. Even when people praised her as a saint, she harbored resentment toward the world, and even though she spent time in penance and confession every day, she had no pious feelings at all.

‘It’s better than starving to death.’

As she wandered the streets, she saw children who couldn’t even get a bowl of porridge and collapsed on the street and couldn’t get up. At the orphanage I entered with great difficulty, I saw children dying because they could not receive treatment even if they were sick. After barely escaping from a burning orphanage after being attacked by a band of thieves, she heard the screams of children who could not escape. There were corpses abandoned carelessly around her as she sat down in the snow. Everyone was different, but after death they were all the same.

There were countless deaths in the world.

‘A saint is a being who must comfort all the suffering in the world.’

Those who made her a saint said in unison: Katarina complied without a word. The torture, including poor meals and beatings, was far better than the threat to her survival that she faced. Even while she was sleeping in the narrow basement, someone was starving or freezing to death.

Therefore, her resentment did not exceed the level of a trivial complaint. If it weren’t for some luck, she would have been the one body lying on the street, dying.

‘The saint does not step forward carelessly, but simply watches from behind.’

Despite her grandiose title, Katarina had no power whatsoever. The life of a saint was all about following the instructions they gave, saying what they wanted, doing what they wanted, and spending each day the same. Not only were saints excluded from politics and power, but they were also prohibited from even asking for anything. Even if it was a good deed like salvation, Katarina could not speak out.

As she spent her days feeling helpless, she blamed the world, but she did not blame God. He accepted without hesitation the beatings given in the name of God in the penance room every afternoon. Every time the thin, sharp whip hit her buttocks, she prayed for herself and endured the pain. Any suffering was nothing compared to the fear of death and the longing for life. It was like that for Katarina.

Not anymore.

“Hmm…”

There were so many people that filled the square that they disappeared one by one as the sun went down. However, Katarina was still tied to the pillar on the platform and moaned with difficulty.

“Ugh…”

Katarina’s whip scrawled scars were visible on her back. However, her back did not burst open and bleed or the skin on her back came off. Scarlett preferred to cause more pain than to hurt.

“Heup. Ubh…”

The red sunset, like a blazing flame, slowly sank beyond the horizon. As her son-in-law was immersed in darkness, Katarina’s body, which had been heated by the sun, began to feel cold.

“Ugh, keuhuheu.”

Katarina’s body was wet with sweat and tears, and skin grew on her body. The raisin-colored nipples that were touched by the cold wind hardened, and white steam formed around the nose and mouth.

“Ugh. Hmm.”

Katarina shivered, exposing her naked body to the cold. Every time the cold wind passed between her spread legs, she sniffled and let out a series of white snorts. It was difficult to even blink with a face soaked with tears, snot, and saliva.

“Hmm…”

The darkness that covered the world like a blanket did not provide warmth. In the square filled with cold air, there was no one but the fake saint. A small ray of light appeared in Katarina’s unfocused eyes.

Someone holding a small lantern approached from far away. As the light got closer to her eyes, which were accustomed to darkness, Katarina closed her eyes tightly. And when I opened my eyes again, there was someone standing in front of me, covered from head to toe with cloth.

“Saint. It’s very cold, right?”

It was Scarlett who threw off the cloth and turned to face her.

“I forgot something. Come on, relax your lips.”

I let out a squeak, and drool flowed out of my lips where the gag had been removed. Katharina’s face, with her hair cut off, looked ugly rather than ugly. But Scarlett grabbed her cheek and pressed her lips against hers.

“I don’t know why it’s so pretty.”

Despite the sudden barrage of affection, Katarina just shivered from the cold with blank eyes. My saliva-soaked lips quickly dried up.

“……Wow.”

“Yes?”

Scarlett tilted her head in an exaggerated motion, not missing even a single small voice.

“Can you speak louder? I can’t hear very well.”

“Chu, wow…”

Only then did Scarlett smile brightly.

“Hehe. Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up a little.”

When the lantern was hung on the pillar, a little warmth reached Katarina. Soon, insects began to flock near the light, making the sound of their wings. Scarlett put her hand into the small jar and took it out. What was in the jar was sweet honey.

“One more time. Shall we kiss? Side.”

Scarlett kissed Katarina and at the same time slid her palm between her crotches and coated her pussy with thick honey. Katarina wanted to taste a little of the honey that was abundantly coated in her vagina.

“Ugh… side. Hehehe. It’s pretty.”

Honey-covered hands started from Katarina’s lower abdomen, caressed a pair of nipples, and touched her lips and ears. The scent of special honey that could only be tasted in the royal family tickled Katarina’s nose.

“Sister. Please…let me eat honey.”

Scarlett smiled and answered as if it was obvious.

“No.”

A hand dug deep into the jar grabbed Katarina’s nose and twisted it. The thick honey that stuck to my nostrils irritated my nose and made it difficult to breathe.

“Now, saintess, do you know that you are so funny and pretty that I want to lick you myself?”

Katarina, whose face and entire body were covered in honey, heard the sound of small insects flapping their wings. The ominous premonition soon became reality.

“Sister. That…”

“Again. Ah-”

Scarlett cut off Katarina’s words and pressed a gag to her lips. A silver mouthpiece was inserted into the open mouth, preventing it from closing.

“Ah…ga, gahaaagh…”

White breath appeared in the air, and at the same time, a stream of saliva stretched out of the lips. Insects, including flies and mosquitoes, began to flock there, attracted by the light and scent. Honey-covered fingers grabbed Katarina’s short hair.

“I love you. Bitch.”

A lump of spit fell on Katarina’s face with a swooshing sound. Scarlett patted Katarina’s butt and turned her back. As Scarlett disappeared into the darkness, the lamp illuminated Katarina, who was left alone.

“Haaa…ah. under. Ah…”

Katarina snorted and blew out her breath, trying to shoo away the flies hovering around her face. However, not only flies but also mosquitoes were buzzing and clinging to Katarina’s body, unable to resist. The bugs feasted on Katarina and her honey to their heart’s content. A small lamp illuminated the female body struggling from the cold and itchiness.

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Etrussia did not want to blame the warrior. If the hero had tried to betray her and, by extension, humanity, there was no need to send her back to the Ordelaphi duchy. Although she did not understand the warrior, she also knew the truth that there were many things in the world that could not be understood.

The memories that tormented her came entirely from Anastasia. Although there were no permanent scars left on Etrussia’s body, the evil Inquisitor defeated the Golden Horseman in the most effective way possible. It was a feat that no powerful demon could achieve.

When Etrussia’s two older brothers heard the news that their sister had suffered a cruel fate, they perked up and tried to seek just revenge. However, Duke Ordelaffi summoned the family’s soldiers and held a meeting with other nobles, but did not take any further action. Needless to say, the duke was furious that his family’s honor had been tarnished and his daughter had suffered, but there was not enough justification for military action. It was true that the princess was tortured in the name of heresy interrogation, but it was also true that she escaped from prison before being tried. Not only was it impossible to guarantee that she would be found not guilty at trial, but it was a ridiculous situation considering the injuries the princess suffered and had to endure during the process.

But such was the authority of the Inquisition. It was not wrong in principle to say that the princess should appear again and face trial. However, the duke had no intention of letting his beloved daughter go through two hardships. The army assembled by the duke did not advance, but was ready to advance whenever the order was given. Even if they were accused of being traitors, Ordelaffi’s soldiers pledged to fight for the dukedom.

Except for the maids who would minimally attend to the princess’s wishes, neither the duke nor the duchess, let alone the princes, set foot in the princess’s room. Alone in a dark room with little light coming in, she buried her head in her knees and fell into thought. Submerged in a deep swamp, her consciousness repeatedly struggled in terrible memories and returned to the pitch-black darkness.