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Saint Irina looked at the Pope, whose body was covered in scars, with a sense of doubt.

Why does the Pope know about Amelia?

The Pope had never left the Levank country before. The reason why a talentless Pope could possess such strong power was due to restrictions.

He would never leave his country, Levank.

But he knows about Amelia? Suspicious.

“I only mentioned that there is an elven village…”

In response to her words, the Pope showed an excited expression and exclaimed with gestures never seen before.

“As I thought! I was right!!! She was there!”

It was clear that he had been searching for someone named Amelia all this time. Even though he had destroyed the elven country, the reason he had been turning everything upside down around him might have been because of that.

Saint Irina narrowed her eyes sharply and pressured the Pope.

“…Amelia? Why do you know about Amelia, Pope?”

“Gah…! Th-that…”

“You know that lies won’t work with me, right?”

The ability of Saint Irina to detect lies from others. Knowing this, the Pope couldn’t speak rashly.

“Are you not going to tell me the truth?”

With a turn of his eyes and tightly clenched lips, the Pope’s actions made Saint Irina sigh as she stared at him.

“If it were any other time, I might have let it go, but…”

-Kwoong.

“Ugh…!!!”

Under the explosive mana of Saint Irina, the Pope knelt on the ground.

The Pope was taken aback.

Saint Irina, who had always turned a blind eye to any crime, suddenly pressured him, causing the Pope to speak out.

“W-what is this…!”

“Pope. I’ll ask you again. Why do you know about Amelia?”

“…Ugh!”

“In the name of the Goddess, tell me. Why do you know about Amelia?”

Under the repeated pressure and mention of the Goddess by Saint Irina, the Pope finally spoke.

“I, I used a surveillance spell on Saint Isabelle… I-I understand…!”

“Hmm…”

As Saint Irina pondered the Pope’s words, she realized why the Pope was looking for Amelia and the unpleasant smell emanating from his naked body and room.

“Pope, are you planning to abduct Amelia?”

“…!”

“Hmm… judging by your reaction, it seems likely. I’ll ask again. Pope, are you planning to abduct Amelia?”

-Kkuddeuddeuk.

Under the increasing mana pressure, the Pope shouted as if screaming.

“Yes!”

“I’ll confirm once more. Pope, are you planning to abduct Amelia?”

-Boom.

“Y-yes! I was going to rape her and cut off her limbs to keep her by my side forever!”

“Enough.”

“Ugh… ugh… ugh…”

“Execution.”

“E-execution?”

As the holy mana spread from Saint Irina’s body, seizing control of the surrounding area, it was clear that she had flesh.

“Why did I, I tell the truth…!”

The Pope wanted to raise his mana to resist Saint Irina’s aura, but his mana had already disappeared.

“Why! I did nothing until now…! Why now…!”

Having lost all the blessings and mana from the Goddess, the Pope, now truly naked, felt fear as Saint Irina approached him.

“Before you die, I’ll tell you. The Goddess desires that Amelia remains untainted by anyone’s touch, without any suffering.”

“…What?”

“That’s all.”

As Saint Irina raised her hand and clenched her fist.

“Sleep–”

-Poof!

-Rolling…

As if a bomb had exploded, blood splattered in the room, with a mass of flesh rolling to the center.

The room was filled with exhaustion, but the saint, Irina, showed no signs of fatigue.

Having dealt with the pope, Saint Irina left without a change in expression and knelt before the statue of the goddess to offer her prayers.

Before awakening as a saint, she had lived as the strongest assassin in the previous world. Tired of everything, she had planned to live out her days in her house with the money she had earned.

But suddenly, the goddess marked her as a saint and awakened her.

Honestly, she had tried to ignore the goddess or any deity, but the conditions offered by the goddess were better than she had expected.

Saint Irina was quite satisfied with her new life. She had always thought that being a saint meant always smiling, doing good deeds, and such, but thanks to the conditions set by the goddess, she didn’t need to do any of that.

Despite the people around her showing no emotion, not smiling or getting angry, it was amusing to see them treat her as a noble saint.

She was quite pleased with her duties as a saint, especially the power to eliminate some people from her previous world whom she disliked.

The nuns working under her liked her very much. No, they enjoyed being around her.

The pope didn’t dare to touch the nuns working under her because of her fearsome reputation, so the nuns who wanted to be under her overflowed.

Knowing this, she chose nuns who were obedient, efficient, and had a balanced appearance, as she found crowds annoying and preferred a peaceful life.

She thought her life was comfortable, with nuns dressing her, bathing her, bringing delicious food every day, but then the goddess gave her a mission.

Find Amelia. And kill her.

Amelia.

She didn’t know what she looked like, who she was, or what kind of person she was.

But she knew she was beautiful.

Saint Irina recalled the mission the goddess had given her before. The goddess had been quite annoyed, stating that Amelia, who should have come to her long ago, had not appeared for 8 years.

The goddess’s mission was simple. Find Amelia and kill her happily, without pain or fear.

And if anyone caused pain to Amelia or tainted her, they were to die in agony.

Originally, Amelia was supposed to have died 8 years ago.

But for some reason, she had not died, and someone had prevented her death, which the goddess had informed Saint Irina of.

Find Amelia and kill her.

Bring her to her.

Honestly, she didn’t understand why the goddess was so fixated on Amelia.

Even when she was chosen as a saint, the goddess had repeated the name Amelia several times.

It seemed like making Amelia a saint would have been enough.

Of course, not just anyone could become a saint. In other words, Amelia was an ordinary human.

But why was the goddess fixated on her?

Ignoring everything, she just wanted to relax in bed without doing anything.

But because of the agreement with the goddess, she had to find and kill Amelia.

First, she had to clean up the mess the pope had caused and prepare to send out troops again.

To find the elf village.

Once she killed Amelia, there would be no one left to bother her. Then she could finally enjoy a life of true happiness, doing nothing in her room.

Finishing her half-hearted prayers, she rose, and the nuns who attended to her also stood up.

“Amelia.”

She had to find her and kill her quickly.

Even though she had just pretended to pray, the faint sound of the goddess’s “Amelia” in her mind was starting to annoy her.

==

Lily had been so happy today.

All day long, I spent a hot day with Amelia. On top of that, I received a generous amount of the sweet nectar produced by both Amelia and myself, which was a very satisfying harvest.

While pondering what happy things to do with Amelia next, she let out a moan in her sleep.

Lily, who was petting her head, was momentarily taken aback.

If it was just a simple moan, our cute Amelia must be having some sensitivity issues that I need to solve. That’s what she would think.

Amelia’s moan was clearly a moan of pain.

In an instant, Lily recalled all the times Amelia had suffered from pain.

Spitting up blood, collapsing with her eyes soaked in blood, that was the image of Amelia.

In accordance, the scent of Amelia’s blood began to subtly enter Lily’s nose.

Lily immediately realized that something was different as she held Amelia and quickly headed towards the saint.

‘I’ve definitely smelled this before… This is not just the smell of blood…’

Only then did Lily begin to accurately assess Amelia’s condition and confirm the identity of Amelia’s moans and the slightly different smell of blood.

Amelia’s panties were gradually getting wet, and the smell of blood wafted in.

Lily laid Amelia back on the bed and lifted up her dress. Only then could she see that Amelia’s panties were not heavily soaked with the sweet nectar.

Red stains were spreading.

Lily knew very well what this phenomenon was. She herself experienced it once a month.

*Gulp.*

Lily couldn’t take her eyes off Amelia’s panties.

*Chomp.*

Lily savored the taste with her tongue.