78 – Secret Weapon

Beltane, leaning close in front of the tightly closed throne room door and constantly pricking his ears like a safecracker hiding in a noble house, was seized with unprecedented tension.

An unscrupulous person who mixed a few disquieting books with a pile of storybooks carelessly scattered in the audience room.

It was because she was the culprit who did what deserved the punishment.

A saintess who must aspire to chastity. The fact that in the holy sanctuary where she was enshrined, books dealing with the intercourse between men and women are scattered.

Although the nature of the crime was extremely disrespectful, it was a serious matter that could even lead to the Inquisition.

To Beltane, who had vowed to stop using any means and means to keep the priest bound to the saintess, such a threat could no longer be called a threat.

Since she had been faithfully assisting the priest who had been the saintess’ exclusive, it had been a long time since she had perfectly grasped the relationship between the priest and the saintess.

The priest, who could not stand the saintess’ daring attack of affection, pushed her away from time to time, and the saintess forcibly held on to her hand again, and it was in a state like a thin bridge that was not known when it would collapse.

At one time, Beltane wanted such an unstable stalemate to last as long and thin as possible, but now he desperately hoped that the balance would collapse.

As for why the saintess followed the priest to such an extent, even Beltane, who fully remembered the saintess before she was a saint, could only guess from the circumstances, but could not fully comprehend it.

The most important point for Beltane now is that thanks to some kind of special power possessed only by that priest, the personality of the saintess who was thought to have disappeared without leaving a trace is gradually regaining its original form.

Right now, during the seven-day grace period during which the blessing ceremony is being held, Beltane’s mind is full of tricks to stir up trouble between the saintess and the priest, and to make him, who has a strong sense of responsibility, say that he will stay by the saintess’s side of his own will. It was full.

I had to hurry.

The leaders of the Vatican seemed very unhappy with the fact that he, a humble commoner, had been selected as the exclusive servant of a saintess.

For example, he blatantly condescends for his work environment, or instigates other priests who are in office to encourage bullying within the monastery.

It was a very arduous task to protect him from those who would do all sorts of filthy means to get him out of the monastery.

Furthermore, because he had no desire to continue his position as an exclusive to the priest himself, it was obvious that if Beltane let go of his hands like this, he, like a rope of hope, would soon disappear from this place. did.

”That’s not allowed····!”

The days after the saintess became a saintess, the memories of that terrifying nightmare still clung to the inner side of Beltane’s eyelids like iron-stained rust.

It was as if I was looking at a stuffed toy with a huge amount of cotton pressed tightly into a space where everything that a person should have had was scraped off.

No, the word doll might be a fairly generous expression.

A doll can move and talk if it is hung by a thread or with someone’s help.

Even if the will of the puppet does not exist there, like a child who firmly believes that a puppet in a puppet show is real while looking at a puppet that is fluttering as intended by the person holding the thread, I am caught in the illusion that she may still exist in this world. It could have been caught.

But she couldn’t even become such a marionette.

It was a bowl.

A mere bowl in which to temporarily hold valuable items.

My heart was still, and my pulse was not dimmed.

He didn’t even try to eat or drink anything, and he didn’t fall asleep even for a moment. It made me wonder if he could even blink.

Even so, she was able to survive thanks to the violent divine power that fluctuated inside her body.

Beltane wasn’t sure if she could be called alive at the time, when she had no heartbeat, no breathing, and no resemblance to living things.

It was a hellish time.

Towards ‘what was my younger brother’, who was sitting on the floor of the audience room and staring at nothing but empty space.

Beltane had barely, barely suppressed the murderous intent to slaughter the disgusting people who were crying out for joy, saying that this saintess was an all-time masterpiece.

Maybe it was because he didn’t know if his brother would come back.

She knew all too well that it was just an optimistic and hopeful family, but if her sister came back to her side, it was her sister’s job to make a nest for her to lie down in.

Although it was nothing more than a frivolous escape from reality, embarrassing to call it atonement.

There was no doubt that such tattered faith had sustained Beltane’s heart, which had almost collapsed several times.

Therefore, the fact that the saintess came to life at the same time as the man appeared was tantamount to a salvation for Beltane.

When he first saw his younger brother, who had been reduced to an object worthy of being called an ornamental statue, moving his limbs, claiming what he wanted and making a fuss, Beltane sat down on the floor and shed tears of emotion for a long time. I couldn’t get up for a while.

Swoop.

Carefully groping the skin on his own smooth, burn-free face, Beltane once again hardened his resolve.

He had already awakened the saintess’ spirit once, and even healed her wounds that could not be healed.

It didn’t matter at all how the miracles that happened one after another happened.

As the saying goes, if three coincidences are inevitable, it was only natural that Beltane, faced with a miracle that saved him one after another, would come to blindly believe that he would do another miracle.

The number has already been written.

Since she was a saint whose mental age remained the same and only her body had matured, kissing was the greatest way for a saint today to express her affection for someone.

It was helpless. It was because there was no way a saintess surrounded by worldly laws could know how to express anything beyond that.

Therefore, in order to seduce that cowardly male bachelor, it was necessary to increase the variation of affection offensive than now.

So, the plan I came up with was to bury the rumors.

It was obvious what would happen when the current saintess, who had matured to some extent and sucked up all the knowledge she had heard like a sponge, came across a pornographic story.

It was unnecessary to improve the saintess’s appearance beyond what it is now. No, it was impossible.

A mysterious beauty that seems out of this world that causes people to faint one after another just by showing off her appearance from afar.

Before the formal Guardian Priests were yet selected, in preparation for any unfortunate incident, among the attendants were only faithful goddesses.

There were not a few of those who tried to touch the saintess’ body as if possessed by something, but ended up as living stuffed animals like the former La Novel priest.

Their spirits soon returned to normal, so it did not spread to the great Satan, but those who knew the anecdote sometimes compared the saintess to the tree of knowledge of good and evil that deceived Adam in the Garden of Eden.

Therefore, the possibility that the priest was not attracted to the saintess’ outward appearance was quite slim.

I also confirmed in advance that he was not lacking in sexual desire.

Beltane remembered clearly.

The fact that sometimes, whenever he stretched high in the sky, the priest glanced alludedly at his chest.

He seemed to think that he had not been seen, but Beltane’s body, which could not be covered even with a solemn habit, was specialized in catching men’s attention.

Because of this, Beltane himself naturally developed a skill in capturing men’s sinister gaze.

If he is of a race that has no interest in women with small breasts, then he uses ‘this’.

Looking down at his secret weapon, which he couldn’t fully support with one arm, Beltane once again solidified his determined will.

There was not much resistance.

Unlike when other men looked at their breasts, his gaze was strangely burdensome, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

I had never learned how to seduce men, and it was the past days when I didn’t feel the need to learn.

Beltane, who had entered the theory into his head while selecting the rumors to bury in the audience room, was now surrounded by unfounded confidence.

It was then.

Quaang!

”Kyaaak!”

The door to the audience room, where Beltane was leaning, was suddenly thrown wide open, and Beltane, pushed by the momentum and naturally rolling to the floor, suddenly leaked out a high-pitched scream.

Immediately after that, Beltane’s breath stopped for a moment at the shocking sight unfolding before his eyes.

”Sir, saintess?”

A Rage’s priest wrapped around his body with a mysterious white rope.

And the saintess trudged out of the throne room holding onto the back of his neck as if dragging a large teddy bear.

”Sister! Please stop the saintess!”

In the consciousness awakened by the urgent voice of the priest, the voice resounded desperately like an echo in a cave, overflowing with an indescribable determined will.

”I’m going to get out of here.”

A sudden declaration of runaway by a saintess with the conferment ceremony on the verge of death.

It was out of the question to have Beltane’s mouth wide open.