episode_0046

This game is a rough-and-tumble game with a mix of humiliation and training.

So, of course, I just pushed the story forward and got the vicarious satisfaction of having fucked a woman by watching the hero having sex with other female characters.

Starting with the big story of defeating the devil from the king and bringing stability to the world, it was a story about bringing in saints and training, humiliating, and moving forward with Linda, Agnes, and Flora as companions.

In this way, I thought that the first fellow saint would naturally be officially recognized as a saint in this country.

But when I was faced with the fact that it wasn’t, I had no idea what expression to make.

Of course, since I didn’t do anything other than clear it the first time, I couldn’t say I knew much about this game.

I skipped the conversation because I was too busy clicking the mouse to just watch the fucking.

However, the first fellow saint I brought in, Veronica, knew the king of the Holy Kingdom, but did not know the cathedral.

I thought that the slow response to the fact that a child with the power of a god had appeared in a country where gods were worshiped was simply because this cathedral was located so high up.

Could it be that the fact that so few people truly recognize the saint, and the fact that only eyes are focused on me when I appear on the streets, is because they are not properly aware of the saint’s existence?

Yeah, it was weird from the beginning.

It was strange, but I didn’t feel it was strange.

When I realized that something was happening in a place I didn’t know about, in a place I didn’t pay any attention to, in the Holy Kingdom, I couldn’t help but frown and look around blankly.

Veronica knows nothing. That’s why I should have noticed first.

I only thought about what I had previously cleared, thought about what was missing in the process, and tried to move forward a little differently from the ending I had gone through before.

But this whole situation felt like it was laughing at me, as if it wasn’t enough.

If I hadn’t come back here because I was upset about Veronica, wouldn’t the Holy Kingdom’s cathedral still have known that the saint had appeared?

Many thoughts passed by, anxious thoughts lingered in this place, and only a feeling of nervousness remained, and in the end, before we even met the bishop, we hurriedly asked the monk who was guiding us.

“Excuse me, but who is the highest authority now?”

Hearing my urgent voice, the monk in front lifted his head slightly and fell asleep, as if trying to remember something for a moment.

And after that, he calculated carefully and answered me.

“… The order is the Pope, the King, and the Bishop. Now that the Pope is absent, the King is the highest authority. Is something happening?”

“No, no.”

First of all, the king knows the existence of the saint, but the cathedral does not.

In that case, it could be said that the king, who held the position of highest authority by proxy, took advantage of the Pope’s absence to carry out this act and deliberately kept quiet about the appearance of the saint.

A saint appeared. But the king knew, and he handled it so that it would be difficult for anyone to know, for the nuns around to know, but not to report it to the cathedral. Why on earth did they go to such lengths?

Is it really worth coveting an immortal body that much?

The first thing we knew was that the king had issued an edict, and an additional fact was that its power extended to the convent.

I’m not sure if the king’s power in the Holy Kingdom reaches the level of the convent, but the circumstances so far point to that.

At the moment when my thoughts were becoming complicated, the monk approached a large building and knocked on its door.

“This is the place. Now, if you wait, the remaining bishop will come out.”

Finally, the monk who said that went back to his seat, and I, who had to wait in front of the door until the bishop came out, groaned and looked at the luxuriously lacquered door.

I didn’t know anything about Veronica.

It was frustrating not knowing what situation she was in.

If it was just a character in a game, it wouldn’t have been so frustrating. I would have just assumed that this was the setup and passed on it.

But now Veronica was a possessor like me, and knowing that fact kept my heart going.

It was because I wanted to rid myself of the malice surrounding her.

It wasn’t a sense of justice like I had to exercise justice because I had the power, and it wasn’t a sense of sympathy like helping someone because they were in a bad situation.

It was not anything else, but a principle of action based on a feeling of kinship with me, having come from the same place as me.

Even if someone else was cursed here, even if I took a wrong turn and ended up in a gang rape ending, or even if I got caught by thieves and ended up in a sex toilet, I was confident that I wouldn’t blink an eye.

Of course, it’s just a game character.

But Veronica was different.

So I just let out a trembling breath and looked at Veronica.

What on earth did he do to be possessed in this place and with this character?

It was perfect. It’s not my place to criticize anyone, but I’m a warrior after all. No matter what I did, no one had anything to say to me.

But it wasn’t her.

“… What’s wrong?”

Veronica’s voice seemed to be trying to wake my mind from wandering thoughts.

So I blinked a few times, groaned, and then opened my mouth to answer.

“Nothing?”

“What… ”

What should I say to her?

What do you think of this situation? How do you accept this situation where you are not even aware that a saint has appeared in the Holy Kingdom’s cathedral?

No, saying something like that would only arouse her anxiety.

Knowing that the king could put in that much effort was sure to increase her fears.

So, I couldn’t say anything to her as she grunted, so I just sighed.

After a short period of time, the door opened.

*

“… Are you a saint?”

The old man, whose hair had grown gray with age, looked at me with his blue eyes shining.

With Kailon next to me, I was able to bear the burden to some extent, but as I watched the bishop’s face becoming increasingly sharper, I felt overwhelmed.

In the end, I just bowed my head and answered.

“… Yes, yes.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying. We have never heard of such news.”

What on earth are you talking about?

So the reason I was kidnapped was just the king’s arbitrariness?

“I don’t know where she got it from, but seeing as she is wearing that white saint’s robe, it may not be a story that can be completely dismissed as a lie. Moreover, because I am by the hero’s side. so… ”

It was a day and a space that made me think a lot for no reason.

In this cathedral where I felt like I might be a good fit, the bishop who was close to the person in charge of it did not look suspicious and tilted his head as if it was strange.

And at the end of it all, I heard something I didn’t want to hear.

“Would you please show me proof that you are a saint?”

“… Ah.”

The first person to react to those words was none other than Kylon. I knew that his lament contained many emotions. I was even feeling it desperately.

I wondered if, in the sighs that could not hide their embarrassment, there was a thought that perhaps he would pierce my hymen, making it impossible for me to prove that I was a saint, making it difficult to approach the truth.

Of course, I don’t really know Kylon’s insides, and I can’t feel them, but I was certain that his sighs at this moment had that kind of meaning.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t put it into words.

I told him to pierce the saint’s hymen. If you said that, you would be branded a heretic and judged, regardless of whether you were a hero or not.

But this kid, Kailon, was muttering his mouth to say something.

In the end, I felt like I had to shut that mouth first, so I turned my head and looked at the bishop.

Although he was an elderly man, his presence at the level of bishop was flawless.

Therefore, I felt pressured to not accept jokes or anything half-hearted.

“Proof that I am a saint?”

“Yes. Proof that you are a saint. I know the cloth is ours, but I have never heard of your existence, so I ask you this, even if it may be rude.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand, so his request didn’t feel that rude.

So I nodded.

“Yes, if it is proof that she is a saint… I can show you from there.”

When I said that, Kailon was blank and then looked at me.

Looking at those bloody eyes, it seemed as if he was scolding me, as if asking what the hell he was thinking, but in his mind, he also seemed to be asking if there was really another way.

So, I smiled at him and carefully stood up.

“Stay here for a moment, warrior.”

“Oh, no… ”

Since it would be difficult for Kylon to see, I put a wedge in him so that he could not leave this situation, and Kylon was left speechless without being able to properly refute those words.

In the first place, he knew very well that this was a cathedral and also a place where the bishop lived, so he did not act recklessly.

I went into the room with the elderly bishop, leaving Kailon behind, and looked around the room.

I noticed that there was a large wooden cross, probably a room for prayer, and long cushions lined up so people could kneel for a long time.

I opened my mouth, feeling a little relieved that I wouldn’t be able to see Kailon since I was in a completely different room.

“Wait a minute.”

She lifted her skirt and pulled out the dagger from her thigh.

“… … .”

He looked nervous, probably not expecting me to bring a dagger to him, but I had no intention of doing anything like cutting him.

So, I carefully rolled up my sleeve and held the blade to it.

After that, I made up my mind, bit my mouth, and strengthened my hand holding the dagger.