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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Trouble was brewing.
The Saintess, who was supposed to participate in the church’s announcement, was missing.
The announcement was delayed, and despite a thorough search, she couldn’t be found. Time ticked by.
Whispers spread through the waiting crowd. Some dismissed the earlier rumors as nonsense, while others speculated that the church had fabricated the story to enhance its own prestige.
Discontent simmered within the usually serene church walls. The Pope stepped forward to address the growing unrest.
“The Saintess is currently attending to other matters, offering salvation elsewhere. I ask for your patience, brothers and sisters.”
His plea, coming from the Pope himself, silenced most of the dissenters. Few dared to openly challenge him.
But there were exceptions.
“Hmm… Is there a problem?”
The crowd parted like the Red Sea before Moses, revealing a man whose presence commanded attention. Even prominent nobles and notorious figures stepped aside respectfully.
He was that important.
“Greetings, Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
“There’s no need for formalities. I’m here on personal business.”
Crown Prince Philian, Kiana’s older brother, the most likely successor to the throne, had arrived.
“Personal business, Your Highness?”
“Rumors of a new Saint have reached even the common folk. As the future emperor, how could I not investigate?”
He smiled, but his smile held a hint of something unsettling.
Rumors surrounded the Crown Prince. Some praised his dedication to the empire’s stability, while others whispered of his involvement in the underworld.
Regardless of the rumors, I disliked him. It was just a gut feeling.
He noticed me staring and returned my gaze.
“Hmm? Pope, who is this man?”
“Ah, a new brother who recently joined our order.”
“Hmm… As I recall—”
“Brother? Would you mind fetching the Saintess? Please.”
The Pope appeared beside me, his expression hidden from the crowd, but his eyes conveyed a desperate plea.
‘Please… do something… bring her back quickly!’
‘…Understood.’
I could almost hear his frantic thoughts. We exchanged a silent understanding, then went our separate ways—he to appease the impatient crowd, and I to find the missing Saintess.
As I walked away, the familiar red status window flickered into existence before my eyes.
≪ Quest Generated ≫
≪ Requester: Sun ≫
≪ Objective: Rescue Her imprisoned representative within the church. ≫
≪ Reward: ??? ≫
That damn bitch.
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‘You wretched woman! Just do your job!’
‘Heh heh… young, but beautiful…’
‘Ugh, disgusting… truly.’
Meanwhile, Hildegarde, the Saintess everyone was searching for, was trapped in a nightmare.
Memories of her childhood in the orphanage, the abuse she’d endured, resurfaced, tormenting her sleep.
The nightmare always ended the same way.
‘Aaaagh! M-Monster…!’
‘H-Help me!!!’
‘W-Wait… you know me, right?! Huh?! Ugh… aaargh!!’
Her whimpers subsided as the nightmare faded. She slowly sat up, her small body trembling.
‘Ugh… wh-where am I…?’
“You’re awake, Saintess… hic.”
She instinctively reached out towards the voice, but her hand met cold iron. Chains bound her wrists.
She tried to channel her holy power, to break free, but…
‘Huh?! Why isn’t my holy power…?’
“Something wrong?”
She looked towards the voice and saw a portly figure emerge from the darkness.
“…Bishop Rignil…?”
“Haha, we meet again, Saintess.”
“Y-You did this?”
He chuckled, a low, guttural sound, then erupted into maniacal laughter, clutching his stomach.
Finally, wiping tears from his eyes, he spoke.
“Hehehe… Saintess, you don’t seem to grasp the situation. This isn’t the time for questions…”
“…Why are you doing this?”
“Allow me to explain.”
Another figure emerged from the shadows behind Rignil. She recognized him, too.
“Brother… Antonio?”
“Oh… you remember me… Such grace, such beauty… truly befitting the Saintess.”
“Cut the flattery…”
She wasn’t a fool. She knew they were responsible for her imprisonment. But she didn’t understand their motive.
If they wanted her holy power, they would have already taken it. If they wanted to control her, they wouldn’t have simply chained her up.
Antonio seemed to read her thoughts.
“Are you wondering why we’ve left you here, Saintess?”
“…”
“Well, it’s simple! We plan to attack the church today.”
His casual tone, like a child discussing a new game, shocked both Hildegarde and Rignil.
“Wh-What?!”
“Huh?!”
“Hmm? Did I forget to mention that?”
Rignil’s face flushed with panic, while Hildegarde struggled to process his words. Antonio just smiled, his expression radiating an unsettling innocence.
“Y-You! You didn’t say anything about—!”
“Ah, don’t worry. We’re not planning to destroy the church.”
“Oh, really… Ahem… Hmm?!”
“We brought the Saintess here because we need her holy power. And, well, her absence makes infiltrating the church much easier.”
“Ah… I see.”
Rignil seemed relieved, but Hildegarde remained confused. If they needed her holy power, why hadn’t they already drained it? And her absence wouldn’t significantly weaken the church’s defenses. The Pope and the other bishops were still there.
As she pondered this, Rignil swallowed nervously, and Antonio watched him with amusement.
He clapped his hands together, as if suddenly remembering something.
“Ah, that’s right. I promised to hand the Saintess over to you.”
“Ah, ahem, yes.”
“I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy yourselves. But please try to be quick. I have… plans for her afterwards.”
“Heh heh, thank you…”
Antonio turned towards Hildegarde, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light. He no longer looked human, but like a predator drooling over its prey.
“…Do you know what will happen if you lay a hand on me?”
“Don’t worry, Saintess. By the end of the day, I’ll be Pope.”
“…Stay away from me.”
“What can you do, Saintess? You can’t even use your holy power.”
Rignil advanced, his eyes filled with lust.
She tried to resist, to escape, but she was powerless, a young girl chained and helpless.
He stood before her, his hot breath reeking on her face.
She’d encountered men before, but never one who looked at her with such naked desire. She reacted like any girl her age would.
“…”
“Why so quiet, Saintess? Hehehe…”
“…Don’t.”
“And if I don’t?”
He grabbed her shoulders, his large hands squeezing her delicate frame, his touch sending shivers of disgust down her spine.
She closed her eyes tightly, lowering her head, biting her lip until it bled.
“Hehehe… You smell wonderful, Saintess…”
“…Ugh… hic…”
He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, his warm, foul breath making her skin crawl. A choked sob escaped her lips.
He chuckled, enjoying her reaction, and continued his exploration, his hands roaming her body, occasionally licking her skin.
Finally, satisfied, he pulled back, wiping saliva from his chin, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Hildegarde’s face was streaked with tears of humiliation and disgust.
“Now… shall we begin…?”
“D-Don’t… please…”
“…I didn’t quite hear you?”
“Please… don’t… I’m sorry… sob…”
She pleaded, her voice trembling, hoping to appease him, but he just stroked his chin, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
“No.”
“W-What?”
“Do you really think any man would pass up the chance to have his way with your beautiful body? Hehehehe.”
“N-No…”
“…Just accept it, Saintess!”
He ripped open her habit, exposing her chest, his own trousers bulging obscenely.
She pleaded, she begged, but he wouldn’t stop. The darkness obscured her face, but he didn’t care. He was too consumed by lust.
Finally, her chest and lower body were completely exposed.
“Hehehe… This will feel good…”
“N-No! Goddess! Father!”
“Do you think She can hear you?! Hahaha!”
He lowered his trousers and lunged towards her, his mind filled with lewd thoughts.
Suddenly, the door burst open, flooding the room with light.
A dark silhouette stood framed in the doorway.
Both Rignil and Hildegarde froze, their attention fixed on the figure.
After a moment of silence, the figure spoke.
“…God is here, you son of a bitch.”
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Hmm… I hope it’s just me but shouldn’t there be a trigger warning here for SA depictions?
Anyways here’s to hoping Rignil gets his dick chopped off as excruciatingly painful and brutal as possible. Then his fingers, then limbs until he begs for death himself.