82 – superiority

The energy of sleep had already faded a long time ago, but the hero still couldn’t get out completely from the afterglow of a dream that once swept his thoughts.

As if invisible ropes were tied around both of his wrists, his hazy figure gazing at the sky with his arms neatly drawn to his chest gave the image of a drug addict a flicker. was

”bruise·····.”

Those languid words she suddenly uttered didn’t come from her consciousness.

In the process of chasing the scenery beyond a vague dream, the result of the lips that were inadvertently warmed up. So-called crumbs of consciousness.

It seemed clear that if a person drunk in a dream existed in this world, he would look just like her now.

”Oh, it was a dream…”

In fact, this wasn’t the first time she’d had a dream of overlapping herself with a priest.

No matter how great a person is carrying the enormous feat of bringing about peace in this world, after all, she is also a girl of that age who can’t help it.

It was impossible in the first place to completely control the primal desire to be in touch with the person you love.

However, most of the dreams she had had were extremely pure, such as holding him in her arms all day, rubbing her face against his cheeks, or lying on his knees and talking casually.

because of guilt.

Because she thought it was unreasonable that she, who had uprooted everything he owned, would monopolize his love.

If he was a horny man with a great interest in women, he would have been willing to accept his desire with his own body.

Having been firmly deceived by his lie that a priest had sworn chastity to God, and that sexual desire did not exist, she had to completely give up her evil desires in the end.

However, the priest’s ecstatic kiss poured oil on the embers of desire that had been extinguished.

The moment the priest kissed the back of his hand, the hero remembered.

He confessed to being a horny man and that he had been sexually attracted to her.

In reality, he was overcome by the hero’s threat-like entreaty, and he only reluctantly recited the answer she was likely to want.

To the hero who had no way of knowing such circumstances, the priest’s words were accepted as a kind of tacit agreement.

I want to make love with the priest.

The priest is also lusting after my body.

So maybe there’s no need to bother anymore?

agreement of interests. The destination that men and women who want to possess each other will soon reach.

A future that had been refrained from even imagining because it was such a shameless family suddenly flickered like a flash in the warrior’s mind.

marriage. And····.

gulp.

An insidious sound suddenly resounded in the quiet room.

Before long, the hero carefully stroked his left hand, just as a mother-to-be gently strokes her belly.

It was because I was unconsciously searching for it.

Proof that you are his, proof that he is yours.

wedding ring.

”····”

However, the feeling of emptiness felt from the tip of the cutting edge only made it clear that she was foolishly chasing after a dream that had turned into foam.

”Hueup····. ha····.”

The one chosen as the replacement was the back of my own hand, where the priest’s lips had fallen once. It was the scent of saliva that melted into the skin.

”Sueup····. ha····. The priest who recklessly appeared in my dream… The priest made a mistake…”

It was a lame excuse. It was an absurd sophistry.

However, at this moment, the hero was blindly believing that this was the only way to calm the intense heat that boiled like lava inside his body.

Even though she wondered how people who shook hands with her occasionally made a fuss about not washing their hands for the rest of their lives.

Now, I could feel that feeling deeply.

It’s only natural to feel that you want to possess the scent that someone dear to you has carved into you forever.

he wasn’t bad he wasn’t wrong

If anyone was at fault, it must have been the man who carelessly spilled this thick, thick pheromone on his body.

”Hey, did you hear that? I don’t know, Priest Rage’s!”

It was then.

The hero who tried to slowly bring his lips to the back of his hand heard someone’s voice coming from outside the room, and immediately after that, he suddenly flinched like a numb thief.

‘Gee, now! What the hell was I going to do!’

Although his face, which had been advancing little by little toward the back of his hand, bounced backwards in an instant, damp lingering feelings dripped down from that urgent action.

This was also proof that the light of reason had returned to her vision, which had been darkened by her wrong instincts.

”Priest Rage and Sister Beltane! They said the two of them applied for an outing together!”

Those excited voices belonged to servants who were talking in the hallway.

If it was an ordinary person, he would not have understood the message, and his voice would be small enough that he would not even notice who was in the hallway.

Her hearing, which far transcends human categories, did not miss a single phrase of their conversation.

A priest going out alone with a woman! Absolutely cannot be overlooked!

If it was the usual warrior, it was clear that he would have spurred out the door with a similar cry.

However, for some reason, at this moment, the hero was maintaining a calm that was not much different from usual.

‘Why? If it was like before, just the fact that the priest was alone with a woman made my heart flutter! It’s okay now! What’s more, that person was once the one who tried to separate me from the priest! On the contrary, it makes me wonder why I had made such a fuss over such a private matter! Hut! I can’t believe this!’

The gaze of the hero who had gained some kind of realization suddenly turned to the back of his hand.

An item that the priest personally engraved on the back of her hand with his own will. So-called proof of affection.

The hero was able to insinuate that the leisure that filled the hero’s thoughts right now was welling up from this very place.

”okay! Realized! This is the dignity of the royal family that I have heard only in words! That’s what adult leisure is all about!”

The probability that he, who was ascetic enough to be called a model of the priesthood, would have done such an act to others was quite remarkable.

Even within a warrior party made up of only the most beautiful women in the system, there has never been a record of a priest showing his lust.

This was also the reason why the warrior had no choice but to believe the priest’s words that priests did not have sexual desire.

That’s why, the hero was convinced that the only woman in this vast world who had been handed over to him the high-level skinship of kissing the back of the hand would be himself.

It was clear that he would not have done it even to the saintess.

Even if he did, it was the result of the saintess suppressing him with her position and power. It would be difficult to see that it was done voluntarily.

Because.

The back of his hand, filled with his affection, is now his own possession. No, it would be safe to say that it was an exclusive property.

”hehehehe····.”

As if holding an expensive treasure in his hand, the hero suddenly grabbed his left hand carefully and fell onto the bed with a condescending smile.

Too bad.

Her legs gently tapping the bed sheet from time to time represented the thrill she must be feeling right now.

The hostility towards the saintess who had been tormenting him all along had disappeared as if snow had melted before he knew it.

no. Rather, in the place where the hostility was burned away, a faint sympathy was sprouting.

It was clear that she had never even seen such a beautiful gift from the priest, such a sticky expression of affection from his sincerity.

Furthermore, the relationship between the saintess and the priest would end as soon as the blessing ceremony ended, isn’t it a truly superficial relationship?

It was clear that he would continue to share his will and deepen his relationship with him, and he might be able to receive a greater gift than this in the distant future.

She is destined to watch their affection from afar.

pitifully.

Even though her heart was taken away by his demonic charm, the saintess who could not share even the remnants of that affection felt so pitiful for the hero.

”I was foolish! Giving to those who have not has is an implicit practice that must be practiced in a society where we live together! Not to mention, the saintess is 2 years younger than me, immature! To think that he really tried to argue with such a saintess! I realized once again how small my bowl is.”

There wasn’t even a hint of malice in those sparkling eyes.

The feelings that make up the hero’s thoughts right now are fierce confidence and a bit of sympathy. And only a whitish sense of superiority.

”It would be good to use this as a starting point to ask the saintess for reconciliation! But first of all! Since you’ve been in the room for a long time, you need to go get some fresh air! yes! I guess I need to go for a little walk!”

The back of the warrior who brushed off all her thoughts in this way seemed to have beautiful and transparent wings fluttering on her back, representing her hopeful mindset.