Ch.520Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

After receiving a message from Francesca, Frederick fell into deep contemplation.

Even for someone who had dumped his conscience somewhere in the Caspian Sea and lived shamelessly—truly the embodiment of “when I do it, it’s romance; when others do it, it’s adultery”—perhaps he hadn’t completely abandoned his minimal conscience?

The lucky James Bond, having received a message from Mistress #2, after profound deliberation (about 4 seconds), nervously broached the subject with Mistresses #1 and #3.

“Um, Lucia? Veronica?”

“…Huh? Yes…?”

“Well, you see… Francesca wants to meet in 30 minutes…”

Before he could finish, the elder saint’s hand grabbed the spy’s hair.

Episode 19 – HELLDIVERS

I received a text from Francesca asking if I could come now.

Immediately after getting the message, I began preparing to leave.

It was such a sudden summons.

Without any explanation, just a short sentence saying “Can you come in 30 minutes?” There were no specific details, but that made Francesca’s message feel quite serious and grave.

If an intelligence officer was being sought by an informant just hours after parting, there must be a good reason.

However, our saint seemed to have different thoughts.

“She wants to meet in 30 minutes? Without any explanation?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

“…Major.”

Her obsidian-like eyes gleamed with a mysterious light. Her gentle gaze curved like a crescent moon, and her delicate fingers twisted my hair.

“Do you want to die?”

Veronica, with a kind and benevolent smile, grabbed my hair and began her interrogation.

Why would Francesca call you without reason, you beast of a man, what kind of tricks are you up to—and so on. It was truly a long-missed barrage of familiar insults.

There seemed to be some misunderstanding.

She apparently thought I was going to see Francesca with impure intentions.

Of course, I couldn’t help but feel wronged.

“No, that’s not it. I really got a message! Something might have happened…”

“Stop making excuses.”

“If you want to question someone, question Francesca. Why are you attacking me…?”

I showed her the text message to clear up the misunderstanding, but her suspicious gaze didn’t fade. No, if anything, her suspicion deepened.

“This makes it even more suspicious…?”

With a dubious look, Veronica continued to doubt until the end.

As if the message had only fueled her suspicions.

Veronica crossed her arms and cast a doubtful gaze at me.

“Your sister suddenly calls you in the middle of the night? Without any explanation? Doesn’t that seem suspicious?”

“What’s suspicious about it?”

“No… it’s strange… My intuition is warning me! There’s definitely some scheme behind this.”

What remarkable suspicion.

I was so wronged that I asked why she was acting this way and on what grounds she suspected me.

And the answer I received was absurd.

“You really don’t know why I suspect you? Why don’t you reflect on your usual behavior?”

“What have I done wrong?”

“Hmph, really…”

When I asked in bewilderment, Veronica just snorted without saying anything more.

It was a response that suggested she was exasperated.

I wondered why I had to hear such things when I hadn’t done anything wrong.

Could it be because of women issues?

Yes, even I thought my history with women was a bit problematic. But was it something to be scolded for like this?

“It sounds strange coming from you, Veronica.”

Unless it was a company sensitive about relationships between foreigners and employees. I never dreamed I’d hear such words from Veronica.

When I spoke with disbelief, Veronica turned her head with a spiteful gesture.

“A man who juggles three women should keep quiet.”

“…Look, just be honest. You’re upset because I’m going to meet your sister while we were enjoying ourselves—Aaagh! My head…!”

It was a reasonable argument, but fists were always faster than words.

It was the perfect example of a beaten husband, a head of household living under tight control.

“J-just die!”

“Aaagh! Ack!”

“Sister!”

The spy, having received consecutive back smashes, rolled around on the floor.

The elder saint beat the spy with a face flushed bright red, while the younger saint was busy trying to stop her sister.

In the end, the spy managed to escape to the shower room by rolling across the floor while the younger saint restrained the elder saint’s violence.

It was a moment that once again proved the ancestral wisdom that “the mouth is the door that invites trouble.”

*

The saint’s anger at having her embarrassing feelings exposed was truly remarkable.

I took great pains to appease her and calm her anger.

After nearly 20 minutes of effort, the thoroughly angry Veronica turned her head with a “hmph” like a sulky girl, and I was finally able to go find Francesca with peace of mind.

The path was quite complex.

The lodging, with over 600 years of history, boasted a magnificent scale befitting its glorious past.

Even looking at just the main building, excluding the garden and annex, it was comparable to a decent-sized castle. The Abbas government, by providing this spacious accommodation for a few people, had shown the highest level of protocol.

Of course, the intelligence officers who had spent hours searching the lodging for possible bugs and surveillance equipment planted for security checks, and preparing countermeasures against external surveillance, would probably curse—but that’s another matter.

For reference, Camilla and the Grand Duke stayed in the outskirts with a view of the forest and lake, while Arkande took a room near the back entrance close to the garden.

The three guest rooms were far apart from not only Lucia and Veronica’s rooms but also from each other.

When asked why they chose such locations, both the Grand Duke and Arkande said they preferred being alone. It was an understandable answer. Of course, Camilla had forcibly kept the Grand Duke by her side to prevent him from causing trouble, but anyway.

Francesca’s room was located on the upper floor of the guest quarters.

Is enjoying solitude a characteristic of magicians? She had taken over an entire floor.

A silent corridor without even an ant passing through.

On my way here, I checked for surveillance but detected no radio waves or magical energy on my equipment.

The alchemist’s space was as clean as the saint’s quarters that had been inspected by the Inquisition. The experts dispatched from the magic tower seemed quite skilled.

I approached the room at the end of the corridor and carefully knocked on the door.

Without even opening my mouth, the door naturally granted me entry. I heard the sound of locks unlocking, and before I could turn the doorknob, a gap appeared.

I pushed the door open with my finger and slowly stepped inside.

Like other guest rooms, this one was divided into a living room, bedroom, and dressing room—both magnificent and quiet.

What caught my eye as I looked around the darkened living room was a stream of light coming through the door crack—the soft lighting of the bedroom.

That’s where I found Francesca.

In the innermost part of the spacious suite, the most secret and comfortable bedroom. In the autumn-tinged lighting, the alchemist was gazing out the window.

“……”

With her luscious hair draped to one side, Francesca sat on the edge of the bed wearing a robe.

Documents bearing the magic tower’s emblem were on the desk, with a fountain pen resting gently on top. As if to prove she had been immersed in work late into the night.

“You called for me?”

I asked, leaning against the bedroom doorframe.

Only then did she seem to notice me, as Francesca slowly began to turn her gaze. Her melancholic eyes left the window, her hair flowed down, and her slender neck moved.

“You came?”

Francesca tilted her eyes with a gentle smile.

It was truly a seductive smile.

Her face showed no signs of worry or tension. Her silently smiling face was infinitely serene.

That’s why I, who had rushed to Francesca in a state of tension, felt relieved.

“You called, so I came.”

Having rushed over wondering if there might be a problem, facing such a calm attitude made my tension disappear completely.

Nevertheless, not having heard the specific circumstances yet, I couldn’t completely let my guard down.

I swallowed a slight sigh of relief and got to the point.

“Did something urgent happen?”

“What about you? Did you have any urgent business?”

Francesca’s gaze as she asked back was calm.

I couldn’t hide my puzzlement at the casually thrown counter-question. Her appearance, asking back with such a calm demeanor, was too relaxed.

At the start of this somewhat deflating guessing game, I couldn’t help but show a dissatisfied expression.

I had rushed here, leaving Veronica and Lucia behind, only to wonder if she had called me for something trivial.

My disappointed feelings immediately showed on my face and in my gestures.

The alchemist, noticing this non-verbal expression, drew a deep curve on her lips.

“It seems I interrupted your rest. Judging by your dissatisfied expression… I must have disturbed your relaxation.”

“Wouldn’t anyone’s mouth drop open if they were called out for something trivial after getting off work?”

“That’s true.”

Francesca pressed against the bed and crossed her legs.

As if flaunting her elegant curves that had been hidden, they suddenly began to reveal themselves.

Her skin, glimpsed through the gaps in her robe, was moist. Because of this, I could easily tell that she had just finished showering.

The atmosphere, which had been grumbling with dissatisfied glances, suddenly began to flow in a subtle direction.

I stared at Francesca with a “surely not” feeling.

She still maintained her charming smile.

Only then did I begin to understand the situation.

“Uh, um…”

I quickly opened my mouth and cleared my throat with a deliberately uncomfortable voice.

“Anyway, nothing’s wrong, right? Then I’ll be going…”

Veronica had threatened me to get lost and never come back, but I couldn’t take that at face value.

It meant that if nothing was wrong, I should hurry back and comfort her.

That was really the case. I had already struggled to appease the saint who was full of spite, and if news reached her that I had been playing with her sister here, I wouldn’t know how to handle it.

It was truly regrettable for Francesca, but today was not the day.

This really wasn’t it.

As my thoughts reached that point, I turned to leave the bedroom.

However.

“Are you really going to leave?”

A sweet voice suddenly began to captivate my ears.

“Really?”

Francesca, sitting on the bed, wore a bewitching smile. Gently swinging her legs as if to provoke desire.

“I don’t mind if you stay here.”

“……”

“If you’re going to leave like this, I won’t stop you.”

I took a deep breath in and out, like calming bubbling foam with cold air, and slowly opened my mouth.

I said that I was tired and needed to go, and that if it wasn’t urgent, we could talk next time.

“…Hmm.”

Then Francesca wore an even deeper smile.

A smile so beautiful and seductive that it would make the viewer’s heart sink.

“If you’re really tired, how about resting here for a while?”

“…I prefer to rest at home.”

I struggled to resist the temptation, standing firm. But the alchemist seemed unwilling to let me go until the end.

“Even with this?”

With a thud, Francesca began to remove the robe covering her skin.

As the white robe became disheveled, her fair skin was revealed, and two elements caught the eye—the transparent fruit with blue veins visible, moist with water.

The thin fabrics with beautiful patterns revealed to the world. The majestic and dissolute appearance that supported that heaviness and constricted the skin.

And the dark blue leather wrapped around her slender neck.

“……”

While I was staring blankly at a sight I had never imagined before, the black cloth gently intertwined between her slender fingers was lifted.

As the purpose of that cloth appeared and disappeared in my mind, Francesca gently placed the cloth on her eyes. It was a gesture suggesting that this was how it should be used.

The leather around her neck and the blindfold.

When the two combinations merged, I felt as if lightning flashed before my eyes and struck my mind.

But as if it was too early to be surprised, a smile still lingered on Francesca’s lips. She moved her fingers to pull down her explicit underwear, and there…

“…Huh?”

When the crimson tip moist with water revealed itself, I uttered a single exclamation and froze stiff.

I couldn’t say or think anything.

That’s because the white droplets on that tip were clearly breast milk that only a pregnant woman could produce.

In that moment, all kinds of thoughts crossed my mind. The first was that I was truly screwed.

My shocked, wide-eyed, frozen appearance must have been quite funny, as Francesca burst into laughter and said:

“Pfft… It’s not what you’re thinking, Major, so you don’t need to worry.”

“No, what is this…?”

“Magic.”

The alchemist answered, showing off an empty vial as if to demonstrate.

Unable to escape the shock as if hit on the head with a hammer, I tried to stammer out questions, but the explanation ended there.

The alchemist did not answer any other questions.

Instead, she only offered an irresistible proposal.

“If you’re curious, why don’t you check for yourself?”

Who said it? That a man’s brain is not above his shoulders but in his groin.

Sadly, that statement was accurate.

My thinking seemed to come from somewhere other than the left and right brain.

As if bewitched, I walked to the bed, and Francesca stood up, adjusting her underwear with beautiful patterns.

*

Hot breaths mingled, and heat that made the skin tingle with pain flowed through the door crack.

It was a shameful, beast-like behavior that one could hardly mention.

The sound of roughly sucking on breasts so full that blue veins were visible was unspeakably obscene, and the moans that escaped through tightly closed lips were incomparably vulgar.

As two legs intertwined, brushing against the bedsheet. Moans never heard before began to burst forth. With an already sensitive area being stimulated and vision blocked, all nerves were focused there.

The couple was so absorbed in each other that they had no time to look around. Their noticeably rough breathing gave the impression of being chased by something, and their rough touches and movements even exuded an inexplicable urgency.

Even that urgency seemed enjoyable, as the woman was performing screams soaked in pleasure and sweet breaths. As the performance continued, the act became rougher, and once again immersed in sweet lust, she began to perform.

Desire and pleasure intertwined endlessly like fractals, and the couple devoted themselves to the act as if they were living only for today.

And.

The two saints secretly watching from outside the door thought:

“……”

“……”

Wow.

This was really unexpected.