Ch.222Side Story: A Day in the Life of the Saint

The possessed Yoo Chae-won, also known as Rosaria Leone de Michaela, began her day a little later than other students.

While morning lectures at Bellium Academy started at 9 AM, Rosaria, who was staying at the academy simply as a saint rather than a student, didn’t need to attend lectures.

“Just five more minutes before I get up… just five more…”

However, waking up too late would disrupt her biological rhythm and make her feel uncomfortable, so Rosaria typically got up around 10:30 AM.

She would wake up at 10, repeatedly say “just five more minutes,” roll around in bed, doze off while staring blankly and thinking random thoughts, then eventually get up, wash herself lightly, fix her hair, and eat breakfast.

Of course, even that breakfast was far from the conventional meaning. No one would consider cake loaded with syrup, whipped cream, and chocolate to be a proper meal.

“Mmm…”

Rosaria shivered with an ecstatic expression after eating a slice of strawberry cake soaked in sugar. At times like this, she felt increasingly grateful that she hadn’t returned to her original form.

She maintained a figure where curves were in all the right places despite eating all the sweets she wanted, and whenever she did gain weight, it went to her chest rather than her stomach or sides—truly a blessed physique.

The other three possessed individuals seemed to appreciate this aspect quite a bit, but Rosaria appreciated it even more.

‘No diet control, no exercise, yet this body maintains itself?’

Before being possessed, Rosaria had made all sorts of efforts to maintain her appearance and figure, restraining herself from eating what she wanted while controlling her diet and exercising. But now, she could eat whatever she wanted, and her body maintained itself.

‘I wouldn’t go back even if I could. Why would I go back to doing all that again?’

After clearing a plate full of desserts, she would cleanse her palate with a drink, lounge around again, and then have lunch with Mira and others when they returned.

After lunch, she would have another snack around 2 or 3 PM, and if nothing special was happening, she would roll around again until welcoming Mira and the rest for dinner, spending time together before ending the day.

It was nothing short of a perfect day.

“Don’t you ever go outside?”

“Why should I? There aren’t even any rumors to dispel anymore.”

As evident from her response of “Why should I?” to Mira’s question, Rosaria rarely ventured outside the club room.

In the past, she at least had the pretext of creating allies for herself at Bellium Academy, but now there was no need for that. Besides, the club room had essentially become Rosaria’s room.

“Come on, hurry up. We don’t have time. If you don’t meet today’s quota, you’ll have to wear it again tomorrow.”

However, today there was one more reason why she shouldn’t go outside.

Latina urged Rosaria with her characteristically expressionless face and monotone voice.

“Wait! Wait! I need to prepare myself mentally!”

“After eating four plates of cake since morning, saying you need preparation is just an excuse. Hurry up and change.”

In Rosaria’s hands was a saint’s robe—the one worn by the original Rosaria before receiving the thread that connects starlight. It was a continuation of a bet she had made with Latina.

Rosaria trembled as she held what could barely be called clothing—something closer to rags that was embarrassing to even refer to as fabric.

“I wore it last time! Why do I have to wear it again?!”

“That time it was too late at night, so it wasn’t a proper punishment. Our agreement of ‘all day’ wasn’t fulfilled, which is unfair. Would you have accepted if I had lost the bet and made such a claim, Rosaria?”

“Of course!”

In truth, she wouldn’t have. If their positions had been reversed, Rosaria would have acted exactly the same way.

But she decided to be brazen about it. Having already lost the bet, she had nothing to lose by telling a little lie here.

“Really?”

“As if I would lie about something like this?”

“Would you swear on Mira’s name that it’s true?”

Latina suddenly thrust her face forward. When that seemingly expressionless, impassive face came right up to her, Rosaria instinctively pulled her head back slightly.

“W-why is Mira suddenly being brought into this?”

“If you’re that innocent, it shouldn’t be a problem. Can you swear on Mira’s name that you would have truly acted that way?”

“Ugh…”

Rosaria was at a loss for words and averted her gaze.

If she really needed an answer, she could just brazenly claim it was true. After all, no one could prove she was lying. Or she could turn the tables by accusing Latina of being paranoid.

But Rosaria wasn’t that shameless of a person.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll wear it, okay?!”

After hesitating for a while, Rosaria finally jumped up from her seat. Latina nodded.

“I thought so. Now hurry up and change.”

Rosaria trembled as she clutched the “saint’s robe” in her hands with crushing force. Latina said, “Call me when you’re done changing,” and disappeared outside the club room.

Left alone in the club room, her delicate fingers hesitantly infused divine power into the clothes she was wearing. The nun’s habit created from the thread that connects starlight returned to being a skein of thread.

Her nearly perfect figure, which had been hidden underneath, was revealed. Though it wasn’t exactly exposed, the presence of her chest was so prominent that it could hardly be considered concealed.

“Ugh…”

Rosaria was freshly dumbfounded.

If she hadn’t been a saint, this outfit—designed solely to satisfy male lust—would have made her prey to the priests and the Pope thousands upon thousands of times. The original Rosaria, who had grown up under the Pope’s endless gaslighting since childhood, considered wearing it normal, but the possessed Yoo Chae-won certainly did not.

And.

“Aria, you wicked woman…”

This outfit that Aria had created to make this world appear better to Mira, but then abandoned because changing perceptions required too much power and time, leaving it with an incongruously high level of exposure.

“In the original novel, it wasn’t this bad…”

She had heard it was just a deep side slit and a hole under the bust. Even that would be shocking enough exposure for a female-oriented yuri novel, but… the changed design was too intense.

With her face flushed with shame, Rosaria began to tie the scraps of fabric—too embarrassing to even call clothes—around her chest and between her legs.

The chest covering tightened, pushing her sides inward, and the string connecting both sides pulled taut. The octagonal star attached to the center swayed with her movements.

After placing the triangular line that nuns wear—whatever it’s called—around her neck and shoulders, she covered her intimate area with the fabric hanging down from the octagonal star on her chest.

“Ugh…”

As the C-string-like back part disappeared between her buttocks, Rosaria shuddered. The feeling of wearing it was indescribably terrible.

Finally, she carefully pressed the vertically split stockings against the inside of her thighs. She wanted to tear apart the head of whoever designed such a thing.

‘Who else but Aria? I’ll get her for this.’

Trying hard to ignore the airy sensation she hadn’t felt in a very long time, Rosaria called for Latina.

“There! Are you satisfied now?!”

“Yes. That will do.”

Clap, clap, clap. Latina came back in and applauded at the sight.

“It’s certainly an outfit one would be embarrassed to wear. It’s more obscene than being completely naked. It’s so embarrassing that you’d feel less shame being nude than wearing that.”

“You’re the one who made me wear it!”

“You need to get used to it now so that when you go to Mira wearing it later, you can act confidently. If you’re embarrassed then, it won’t work.”

“W-what…! Hey! Where did you hear about that?!”

Rosaria jumped up and asked. Latina calmly replied.

“It was romantic. ‘As long as you come back safely, I’ll do anything for you, even wear the saint’s robe if you want, just come back alive.’ It’s admirable, Rosaria. I mean it sincerely.”

“Waaah! Waaah!”

This time she literally jumped.

Though she had been sincere when she said it, after discovering that the demon was actually on the good side and Aria was the real culprit, it had become the greatest embarrassment of Yoo Chae-won’s life.

Even now, sometimes when lying in bed, if she remembered it, she would kick off her blankets in frustration. If she could barely stand recalling it herself, there was no way she could endure hearing it from someone else’s mouth.

“It’s fine. There’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. If you should be embarrassed about that, then the word ‘romance’ shouldn’t exist. I also had an emotional separation and reunion with Mira, didn’t I?”

“You actually died and came back…”

There’s a difference in weight between a situation that seemed dangerous but turned out not to be, making things awkward, and a situation where someone actually died and miraculously came back to life.

“There’s not much difference, so it’s fine. Since you’re already wearing it, you might as well practice keeping your promise.”

“…”

Despite being practically naked, she felt heat rising from her body. She couldn’t just let herself be victimized like this.

“Well, I suppose it would look unimpressive on someone with a small chest. It makes sense that I should be the one wearing it.”

Latina, who had been clapping expressionlessly, froze.

“…I don’t think I heard you correctly. Could you repeat that?”

“You lack something that I have. Look how different we are.”

Rosaria removed her hands covering her chest, straightened her shoulders, and deliberately stepped forward confidently. A size so large that even Mira might struggle to cover one side with both hands.

In contrast, behind Latina’s modest nun’s habit with no exposure was a space that would have plenty of room left even if only one hand were used. Latina’s face went blank at witnessing this devastating wealth gap.

Rosaria, now on the offensive, drove the point home.

“People always fixate on what they don’t have. Isn’t that right?”

“…”

Latina bowed her head deeply.

“Then, let’s experiment.”

She slowly raised her head.

“What? Wait. What do you mean by experiment?”

Now it was Rosaria’s turn to be flustered again. While maintaining her characteristic expressionless face, Latina began to slowly approach.

“I mean I’ll experiment to see if that outfit suits me or not. Unfortunately, since there’s only one outfit, you’ll have to lend it to me.”

“Hey! Are you crazy?! The size difference is huge! It won’t even stay in place— Hey! Don’t undress me! Hey!”

“Are you both in there? I’m coming in.”

“…”

When she stopped by the club room to suggest going out for lunch today, she encountered a bewildering scene.

Rosaria, wearing that “saint’s robe,” was pinned down by Latina, who was straddling her and trying to remove the saint’s robe.

She knew why Rosaria was dressed like that. It was a bet to wear it all day, but since it had gotten too late at night, they had deemed it unfair and set another day for it.

But what was this situation?

“…What are you two doing?”

“Perfect timing, Mira! Get her off me! She’s taking out her frustration about her small chest on me!”

“Perfect timing, Mira. We’re practicing the comfort you promised to provide back then. As they say, ‘train as you fight.'”

“Waaah! I told you not to mention that!”

“…”

What is really going on here?