episode_0210

“I won’t waste your time. Since you’ve accepted the conditions, let’s get this over with. I’ll cuff you. These are special-made, too good for a nun like you.”

The Queen speaks down to her, her tone full of majesty. Her beauty is striking, almost unbelievable for someone who bore a princess. A dress woven from high-quality fabric accentuates her stunning appearance. Her sharp eyes remain the same, exerting an imposing presence on those who meet her gaze.

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

“Tch, no matter how I look at it, you’re a displeasing sight. It’s hard to believe, but you seem to hold a piece of something significant, in some way.”

An alloy cuff is fastened around Erina’s thin, soft wrists. It didn’t take even a minute to understand the meaning of “special-made.” From the moment she put it on, a strange fatigue began to creep into her body. A fatigue similar to the exhaustion one feels after… *thrum thrum thrum*…spilling out all their semen.

“This…”

“I suppose it feels like something a nun would experience, huh?”

Through that fatigue, an alien sacred power is felt. A sacredness of a completely different quality. The power of a goddess, however faint, is distinctly present.

“I don’t mean to complain, but is there any reason to go this far?”

“Whether there’s a reason or not… you’ll see. Less yap, more step.”

Erina, with her clanking cuffs, follows the Queen and her knights. Sonya had other business and couldn’t accompany them. As the Queen’s loyal subordinate, Sonya was obligated, at least in appearance, to obey the Queen’s orders.

The Queen disliked even showing this untrustworthy nun the inside of the castle, but Meronia (Sonya) had vouched for her. Conversely, given the circumstances, it would be a more prudent judgment to suspect the girl locked in the basement even more, yet intuition couldn’t be ignored. Therefore, she couldn’t treat the nun like a criminal beyond cuffing her. Even a Queen can’t act completely autocratically. Eyes and ears are everywhere; treating the nun any worse would create controversy among the religious people.

A few complaints can be easily silenced, but the embers remain. Considering the future, even the princess, stirring up trouble would be unwise.

‘That nonchalant appearance… it sends shivers down my spine. It’s not a matter of mental fortitude. It can’t simply be explained by experience. Something… definitely. Even if it’s not a demon problem, she’s hiding something. And now, religious talk is starting to increase within the capital…’

To be clear, the Queen isn’t opposed to the Goddess and her religious order. It’s certain their role in society is significant. Therefore, she viewed them as a separate group that need not be interfered with. That had been the guideline passed down from generations. Conversely, she worried when their power became too weak, as it increased the kingdom’s burden.

This attempt to exploit the situation is exceedingly irritating.

Her gaze naturally turns to Erina, who continues to follow.

‘Hiding something… hmm. Indeed. She was hiding something big.’

She vividly remembers it. That wildly thrusting huge cock. Every blood vessel, the cock standing stiffly, clearly visible. The intense scent, thick enough to still linger in her nostrils. The viscous, translucent liquid dripping down. The straight, beautiful thickness. A thick, large, vibrant cock of a length unlike any she’d ever seen before.

She swallows. A bit of passion flares within her.

‘……Hmm. Perhaps I should tame her.’

It’s been too long since she last slept with someone. Or rather, since she’s been taken by a cock in a while. Even with contraception, the minimal possibility, and to avoid unnecessary rumors, it was an unavoidable choice for the Queen. But now, with the fully-fledged princess soon to be entrusted with state affairs, she will need something to enjoy during her remaining free time.

“Oh? Is there something you wish to say?”

“No, nothing. We’re almost there.”

She has a fairly pretty face and a splendid figure. If she’s truly flawless as Meronia (Sonya) said, she might be worth having around. Being a nun, there wouldn’t be major problems, and she wouldn’t talk about politics, so she might be a good bedmate. Plus, being able to taste this Queen’s pussy would be an honor.

‘…What am I even thinking?’

The Queen shakes her head subtly, so subtly that no one notices. This isn’t the time for such thoughts. The more she tries to suppress them, the more they flood her mind, it’s just human nature. Her mind is racing as much as she’s never thought before.

“Good work.”

A guard standing at the prison entrance gives a sharp salute, and the Queen replies in a businesslike manner. Erina simply looks around quietly with a soft smile, uttering not a word, engrossed in sightseeing, as the prison’s appearance differs vastly from her expectations.

She had imagined the usual scenes – rioting prisoners, squalid environs, and moldy cells – but this place was far too clean to be called a prison. It’s so sparkly clean to a point it’s almost radiant, without a trace of prisoner presence.

It simply consists of small cells with bars.

“A… prison? Is this it?”

“……Nominally, yes. No serious criminals have appeared yet, you see.”

From the Queen’s words, Erina surmised quite a lot—such as the very recent deployment of guards. It’s not that she possesses exceptional deduction skills, but rather, her skill insight is excellent. Of course, she doesn’t intend to use such information maliciously or as a bargaining chip. She’s merely sightseeing out of curiosity.

“This is it. …Guards, wait at the entrance.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The two of them were left alone in that empty prison. The Queen examines Erina’s body once again.

“……?”

“That’s enough. Let’s go.”

Erina sensed lust in her eyes, but she ignores it for now. The pink-haired girl is a priority. She can always have the Queen’s pussy later. Actually, judging from this aroused state, the Queen might come after her soon, so it doesn’t matter.

“Why the prison?”

“Because it’s a more secret place than my chambers. Since you’re accompanying me this far, there’s no point in hiding it.”

Her heart pounds. Not with anticipation, but with tension. A subtle unease arises. It’s familiar… similar to the feeling she had when she met Piki. A fragmentary unease when facing an endless darkness and ominous foreboding.

She steels herself, telling herself it’s just nervous tension. It’s needless worry. Someone who awakens demons and runs around wouldn’t willingly enter a prison. Even if it doesn’t look like a prison, her being contained here is plainly unusual.

“I needed to confirm whether your suspicions are true. My investigations suggest that this person isn’t who you claim. She seems to want to talk to you.”

With Erina behind her, the Queen speaks to the girl behind bars.

“Let me state this clearly: the reason I confined you here is that I don’t trust you either. I remain neutral.”

“Hee hee. So, in the end, Your Majesty doesn’t trust either of us. I figured as much. Now, let me talk to Erina.”

A chill runs down her spine. It isn’t because she knows her name, nor that her voice is irritatingly sharp or unpleasantly shrill. It was a perfectly ordinary, gentle voice, perhaps even sweet; a perfectly normal girl’s voice that sent chills down her spine due to its familiarity; déjà vu. She’s definitely heard this voice before.

“Come.”

“Yes.”

Erina cautiously approaches the bars.

“It’s been a long time, Erina.”

“……Have… have we met before?”

A bobbed haircut, a soft impression, light purple eyes, a beautiful color like a pale rose rather than just pink; a cutely vivacious girl greets Erina slyly.

“I see, you don’t remember. Just as that person said.”

“That person? No, that’s not important. Where should I start…? All right, you. What is your purpose?”

The girl simply smiles brightly. A soft smile that exudes a sense of overwhelming pressure that seems to see through everything. Those eyes. Even in a brightly lit room, they gleam as if they were in a dark room. A sense of complete exposure.

“Purpose? Very similar to yours, Erina.”

“Similar?”

Erina knows exactly what those eyes are looking at; how they scan her. Underneath the gentle gaze hides a penetrating look she knows all too well.

Perception. This girl is using that skill.