Mother

“…Indeed, they said they would send someone if we waited.”

The knight commander gradually loosening his hostility.

I briefly turned my attention away from him and glanced at the group behind the commander.

About 20 holy knights gathered here including the commander.

Seeing priests, several times that number, milling around or going in and out of the carriages, it seemed this activity was not just about establishing a base but also combined with pilgrimage and training.

“If you’re joining, take your place at the back of the group. We’ll call you if needed.”

As I was roughly grasping the situation of the group like that, the knight commander threw those words and withdrew his attention from me.

What, is this all after coming from so far?

“…Aren’t you going to introduce me to your representative?”

“That person is not someone you can easily meet.”

An attitude hard to think would be shown to someone who came as a representative of a force.

“So quietly.”

A fierce aura flowed from the amber eyes visible under the helmet.

“Follow quietly. The person inside is someone who shouldn’t be easily faced even if it were the Emperor of the Empire.”

The moment the subsided hostility rose again.

Another teacher might get into an argument at this point, or in the worst case, might ruin the plan to establish a base.

After all, Maris gathers the continent’s outstanding talents as instructors, and naturally selects teachers with sky-high confidence.

“…I think I understand why the director sent me.”

But what kind of order is Haide?

An order that worships the underworld god who oversees the afterlife where the dead go.

It’s one of the largest orders on this continent, to the extent that it’s said without exaggeration that all those facing death are believers of Haide.

And despite its scale, the number of authorities is always fixed to a small number.

Accordingly, as the responsibilities held by the authorities become heavy, they can’t help but be wary of facing unfamiliar people.

“I am a believer who serves Clea.”

So there’s no need to forcefully dig into the parts they’re wary about.

All I need to do is show that I’m not someone they need to be so wary of from their perspective.

“Clea… you mean the God of Medicine?”

“Oh, you know? As expected, quite a lot of people don’t know since it’s an order with a short history.”

I smiled brightly and lifted up the red rosary hanging around my neck to show him.

“…What’s the reason for telling us this?”

“It’s to assure you that I understand your circumstances. Haide is essentially like a great senior to Clea.”

It’s not a lie.

Medicine is ultimately a technique to extend human life.

As long as its realm doesn’t reach immortality, death is inevitable, and thus the prayer when wishing for the repose of the soul can only be directed to Haide, not Clea.

This means that serving the God of Medicine requires having respect for the God of the Underworld.

As I indirectly realize the weight of their responsibility as well, their current stiff attitude wasn’t something I could be disheartened about from my position.

“Well, still, since I have my own duties, if your representative has anything they’re curious about, please tell me right away. I’ll answer immediately as far as I’m able…”

Yes, the current friction should have ended like that, but.

-Creeak.

The moment the carriage door suddenly opened, the knight commander’s attention immediately moved there.

“Sa-Saint…!?”

Did he not expect the person inside to come out?

Even his stiff attitude loosened and surprise burst out, but the woman who actually stepped down from the carriage didn’t mind that and just set foot on the ground.

“It’s alright, Vincent. I heard the situation inside. It would be courteous to meet in person the representative of the place we’ll be indebted to from now on.”

The moment everyone’s attention, including mine, focused on her at once.

It wasn’t simply because she was a high-ranking person in the order, but because she had a charm that could capture the attention of those around her just by existing.

Yes, her breasts were large.

“So you’re the one. The person who will guide us to the new place where we’ll be active from now on.”

Her face was hidden by a black veil so it wasn’t clearly visible, but a dry voice was coming from the plump lips visible under that semi-transparent cloth.

What could be seen below that was closer to a custom-made ceremonial dress than a nun’s habit.

In my memory, one of the NPCs in the game, Haide’s Black Saint, was wearing the exact same clothes, but the NPC’s breasts I saw then weren’t this big.

Although it was a design with severe exposure for a saint, seemingly intended to sell as publicity with things like cleavage or thighs, I never thought it could give such an obscene feeling depending on the size of the breasts.

Yes, they were disgustingly large breasts even to another woman’s eyes.

Looking at those breasts…..

“Mother.”

Really out of nowhere, murderous intent towards the mother I hadn’t seen for 12 years began to boil.

“…Pardon?”

Breasts, breasts…..

I’ve thought about this many times, but I have quite small breasts for a woman.

Of course, by the standards of my previous life, this would be considered large by Asian standards, but coincidentally, this world is based on subculture meant to be sold to the masses, so the genes for breasts are overwhelmingly superior.

But why did the one who left me breast genes happen to be a recessive genetic mutant in a world view overflowing with breast monsters?

“Um……”

Of course, it’s because of those damn developer bastards.

Fuck, you developer bastards. It’s one thing to castrate and bring them here, but why did you make me come into the world trapped for 10 months in the womb of the smallest woman in a world overflowing with giant breast monsters?

Why didn’t you give me even a chance to feel like I have fat in my breasts, you worms who get orgasms from daughter characters and every day?

“Um, are you alright…?”

No, let’s think positively.

Dad married that damn woman in the first place, right?

That means Dad also has a preference for small breasts, so it’s okay that they’re small. There are more than enough reasons to kill that woman anyway besides that.

For example, if that woman’s breasts are smaller than mine…

“Are you perhaps not feeling well?”

As I was chewing over such irritation, a warm sensation felt on my cheek.

Only then did I calm my boiling feelings and belatedly notice the existence of a hand extended towards me.

The woman who was gazing at me with her face covered by a veil, placing her hand on my face as I swallowed my resentment alone.

“If you have any discomfort, please tell me right away. Although this body can only do this much, if you need it, I can bestow that person’s grace as much as you want.”

The light enveloping the hand touching my face.

It was clearly what’s called holy power, but its concentration was incomparable to what I could exert.

Should I say it’s befitting of a saint leading the largest order?

“It’s cold.”

But there was something considerably bothering me to happily accept this kind saint’s grace.

“…Pardon?”

“Your hand.”

Yes, despite being wrapped in warm light, it was an extremely cold hand.

Medically, it could be classified as cold hands and feet syndrome, and if it’s not temporary, it’s clearly a signal indicating that something’s wrong with one’s health.

Isn’t it strange?

Holders of holy power are almost immune to most diseases and wounds.

“Saint. Let’s start departing soon.”

As I was paying attention to that, the knight commander urged the saint.

Soon after nodding to him, as soon as the saint got back into the carriage, the commander’s head turned towards me.

The amber eyes visible under the helmet were hardened stiffly.

“Oh my, was I too familiar?”

“…Follow quietly behind.”

The knight commander who said that quietly stepped back and began to command the people around.

Seeing how unusually stiff his attitude is, does it mean I’ve ruined the first impression from the start?

“Damn, did I take on the wrong thing after all.”

It might have been better to just fight it out.

Me doing hospitality, what a joke.

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-Clop, clop.

A procession of carriages and horses lined up from the border gateway.

“Vincent.”

The woman staying alone in the carriage protected by the knight order at its center, Haide’s Black Saint, called the name of the person riding a horse alongside.

The commander of the Black Holy Knight Order protecting Haide’s saint.

“Yes, please speak.”

“Is that person following well?”

That person. Referring to the academy’s envoy who came out to escort them.

Did she say she’s in charge of health education in the academy?

Although there were still some unclear points, she also showed the use of holy power as if to prove she belonged to an order.

Considering that holy power is a force that can only be awakened with pure faith, that too can be evidence proving a person’s character.

“…Yes, she’s following well.”

As if to show that, she was indeed quietly following at the rear of the group.

The problem is that she’s too quiet.

“ZZZZ”

The woman in a white gown sprawled out with her belly on the horse’s saddle.

Her appearance sleeping while even snoring was enough to capture the attention of the believers around.

-Whinny!

Moreover, for some reason, the horse carrying her even neighs roughly when holy knights approach.

Fortunately, it doesn’t refuse the hands of nuns, so a nun is pulling the reins instead, but even amid such disturbance, the person riding on top showed no signs of waking up.

‘What on earth did that woman come here for.’

To think a believer who should be noble would show such disgraceful behavior.

If she were from the same order, I would have reprimanded her.

“I wonder if it’s true that that person is a member of the Cleas Order?”

The saint’s words suddenly heard while chewing over such irritation alone.

Vincent cleared his throat to control his emotions and answered.

“…It must be true. She’s wearing a rosary symbolizing the order, and the white gown she’s wearing is the outfit most commonly used in the medical powerhouse country.”

Haide also has churches within the medical powerhouse country.

Vincent also had experience visiting there on business, so he was somewhat familiar with their culture.

“Fufu, this must be fate too.”

The saint who confirmed that point said with a soft laugh.

“That a member of the order that showed us a new path has come to guide us.”

How ironic, that the one who led the priestess serving the God of the Underworld out to the world is a follower of the heresy that takes defying death as its profession?