29. Holy War.

29. Holy War (聖戰).

29. Holy War (聖戰).

Aran’s gift was delivered to the Saintess over a period of two weeks.

He had ordered a fast knight to deliver it, but the gift he had to carry was so large.

“So, you’ve brought an answer?”

Cecilia greeted the envoy with a beautiful smile.

“Yes. His Majesty the Great King personally requested it.”
“I see.”

A gift, huh.

The lewd Great King has sent a gift, they say.

Doesn’t this mean he has surrendered to her?

Even if that wasn’t the case, she had no doubt that it would be a positive answer for her and the Order.

Terra, the Main God, is an austere being.

To antagonize the Order that serves her was unimaginable.

‘There was a bit of friction… but I’ll end it here. There are plenty of other things to pick at anyway.’

From the start, the goal was the downfall of the ‘Aran Pleasure Church.’ She wasn’t very interested in Aran’s treatment.

Kings and nobles living lewd and dissolute lives weren’t uncommon, and some would even slaughter their people for no reason if they were of poor character.

Compared to those guys, Aran was a much better type, even if he was lewd.

If he just handed over the Karens who created and proselytized the heresy, she could tolerate a lewd king as much as possible.

A priest nearby took the box, and Cecilia, who glanced at the scene, continued.

“Have you heard anything about his answer?”
“No. He told me never to open it, and he said nothing else.”
“I see. Since you’ve come all this way, why don’t you rest for a while and pray…”
“Kyaaak!!”

A sudden scream.

The priest who opened the box was so surprised that she fell backward.

“…What’s wrong?”

At the Saintess’s question, she pointed to the box with a trembling hand.

“T-t-there… there’s…”
“…”

Cecilia frowned.

She thought it was a gift sent to acknowledge the greatness of God, but it seems not.

She got up from her chair and approached the source of the incident(?). Even though she should have been careful after hearing the scream, she didn’t bend her dignity with her faith in God alone.

Just as her silver hair, emitting a subtle light, fluttered in the air and she arrived near the box, her dignity faltered.

“…!!”

Bewilderment and anger settled on her beautiful face, and her already large eyes grew even larger, expressing her feelings.

“S-Saintess-nim… this is…”

Would a normal person really do something like this?

She sincerely wanted to ask.

Does he really have the common sense that ordinary people have?

“Ah… it’s the Saintess-nim…”

Inside the box was a woman covered in semen, tied up in a vulgar state.

It must have been like that for quite a long time, but the semen hadn’t rotted or hardened at all, maintaining its liquid state.

“What a vulgar…”

Cecilia frowned and gritted her teeth.

She finally realized.

That Aran was not just a heretic, but a type of person you shouldn’t associate with in the first place.

She was going to give him a pardon because he had a good reputation among the commoners, but how dare he do this to a priest.

“Saintess-nim… there’s a letter…”

A priest pointed between the spread legs.

There was a large scroll full of semen stuck there, which meant that this woman had been in this state all along unless she had been managed separately.

What a terrible time it must have been.

The Saintess put aside her anger for a moment and took her out of the box herself.

“It must have been very painful, right? Just bear with it a little longer.”

She gave her stability with a gentle voice and untied the ropes that bound her.

Her limbs quickly regained their freedom.

However, her body, which had been fixed in the same position for a long time, didn’t listen easily, and she could barely move after injecting divine power.

“Ah… I should have known sooner… I’m sorry. I’m the sinner.”

She hugged her, who was covered in vulgar semen.

She felt all sorts of unpleasant smells and sensations, but this woman had endured a brutal hellish time to convey her will, and had been in this state for weeks.

The unpleasantness she was experiencing right now was nothing.

Cecilia, who had been holding her in her arms and comforting her for a while, told the priests to wash her thoroughly and let her rest.

Just as the priests were about to follow her words,

She opened her mouth.

“Saintess-nim. He has a message to deliver.”
“Yes?”

She spoke in a bright voice that was hard to believe she had been forcibly raped and had spent weeks in near-torture.

“Ahem! He said, ‘I’m going to rape you like this soon and make you serve me, so take a good bath and wait.'”
“W-what did you say?!”

Not only the Saintess, but also the priests and bishops who were listening, and even the knight who had brought her, were surprised.

It was unprecedented for a priest to be raped like that (to be exact, a man couldn’t rape a woman), but it was also a huge deal to send such words to the Saintess.

“He is a truly great person. The Main God Terra herself descended upon me and gave me a mission! The Main God said that he is the only one who can save the Divine Realm and save this world!”

The raped priest preached about Aran with the expression of a fanatic.

He was truly the next designated god, and a person who was trusted by the Main God Terra.

The Saintess, who was listening, wore a very sad expression.

And finally, she shed tears and put her hands together.

“Ah… God… why do you take such a poor soul like this?”
“His words are God’s words! Of course, we must also serve the Main God Terra, but from now on…”

Peog!

She couldn’t finish her sentence.

It was because her head exploded from the mace swung by the Saintess.

The Saintess, who swung the mace, looked similar to when she killed heretics before, but her expression was different.

She was carrying endless sadness.

She put the mace on the ground and knelt down.

Then she put her hands together and prayed.

“Please… please purify only this person’s soul.”

As the Saintess did so, the other priests and bishops also knelt down and began to pray.

The suddenly started prayer meeting lasted for about ten minutes.

The Saintess, who got up after finishing her prayer, seemed to have shaken off her sadness.

Instead, an endless rage and hatred swirled in her eyes.

For her, the priests who walked the same path were all family.

She loved and showed mercy to anyone who wasn’t a heretic, as if they were her own children, so how much more would she care for a priest who walked the same path?

She was now feeling the same anger as if her own child had been raped and murdered.

The human named Aran, who raped and forcibly corrupted the priest, was the worst kind of human scum who should never exist in the world.

“Show me that letter.”
“Yes?”
“The letter. Surely… this person’s… anyway, there was one, wasn’t there.”
“Ah! Here it is.”

The Saintess, who received the scroll that had been cleaned with a clean badge, took a deep breath and unfolded it.

Then, she moved her eyes inside the unfolded silk for a while, and then threw the letter on the floor.

“W-what… what does it say?”
“How dare… how dare he say such nonsense…”

She was furious.

She was truly furious.

She couldn’t possibly let such a human scum who even committed blasphemy live.

She had to hold him accountable and obliterate even his soul.

Whether he was a king or not, it didn’t matter anymore.

All that remained was justice or evil. That was all.

If she backed down here, she would be condoning the greatest of all evils, and abandoning the worst of all enemies.

She couldn’t do that.

“You, go back and tell him.”

The Saintess pointed to the knight who had brought the gift.

“Are you… sparing me?”
“You are not guilty. It’s just that he’s a piece of trash. I’m not a beast that can’t tell right from wrong.”
“…”

He was a loyal knight, but he had nothing to say.

She also had strong doubts and animosity about Aran’s actions.

‘Why would His Highness do this…’

If it wasn’t for the good deeds that Aran had been doing, she would have sided with the Saintess.

“I will use any means to punish Aran, you, and the people around you with the law and even your souls.”
“Saintess-nim, that’s…!”

She declared to the surprised bishops and priests.

It was like a general’s spirit.

“That’s right! This is a holy war (聖戰) that we can never back down from!!”

Below her pink lips, the holy war (聖戰) was declared for the first time in thousands of years.