Proof of Being a Saintess
Proof of Being a Saintess
This game is an erotic fantasy adult game mixed with degradation and conditioning.
So, naturally, I just pushed through the story, watching the Hero have sex with other female characters, feeling the vicarious satisfaction of having defiled women.
Starting with the grand storyline of defeating the Demon King for the King and bringing stability to the world, it was a story of recruiting the Saintess, taking Linda, Agnes, and Flora as companions, conditioning them, degrading them, and moving forward.
So, I naturally thought that the first companion Saintess was officially recognized as a Saintess in this country.
But when I faced the fact that it wasn't true, I couldn't figure out what expression to make.
Of course, I hadn't done anything other than the first clear, so I couldn't say I knew this game well.
I skipped the dialogue and was busy clicking the mouse, only wanting to see the sex scenes.
However, the King of the Holy Kingdom knew about the first companion Saintess I took in, Veronica, but the Cathedral did not.
To say that information transfer was slow simply because this Cathedral was so high up in the hierarchy, I felt the reaction was too lukewarm to the fact that a child who received God's power appeared in a country that worships God.
Could it be that there were genuinely few people who recognized a Saintess, and that the gazes on the street were only directed at me, all because they didn't properly recognize the existence of a Saintess?
Yes, it was strange from the beginning.
It was strange, but I didn't feel it was strange.
When I realized something was happening in a place I didn't know, in the Holy Kingdom, the starting point I hadn't paid attention to, I could only furrow my glabellum and stare blankly at my surroundings.
Veronica knows nothing. That's why I should have noticed it first.
I only thought about the previous clear's content, what the foreshadowing was during that time, and tried to proceed a little differently from the ending I had reached before.
But as if to tell me that wasn't enough, all these situations felt like they were mocking me.
If I hadn't gotten angry about Veronica's situation and returned here, would the Holy Kingdom's Cathedral still not know that a Saintess had appeared?
Many thoughts flashed through my mind, and anxious thoughts lingered in this place, leaving only a feeling of nervousness, so I hastily asked the monk guiding us, even before meeting the Bishop.
"Excuse me, but who is the highest authority right now?"
At my urgent-sounding voice, the monk who was leading the way, as if trying to recall something for a moment, raised his head slightly and hummed in thought.
And after that, he carefully calculated and answered me.
"...Pope-nim, King-nim, Bishop-nim, in that order. So, with Pope-nim currently absent, King-nim is the highest authority. Is something the matter?"
"No, it's nothing."
First of all, the King knows about the Saintess's existence, but the Cathedral does not.
If so, the King, who holds the position of highest authority by proxy, took advantage of the Pope's absence to commit this act and deliberately silenced any talk of a Saintess appearing.
A Saintess appeared. But the King knew, and the King made it difficult for anyone to know, meaning the surrounding nuns knew, but couldn't report it to the Cathedral. But why go to such lengths?
Is an immortal body something to covet that much?
First, what I could know was that the King had issued a gag order, and additionally, what I could know was that his power extended even to the convent.
I wasn't sure if the King's power in the Holy Kingdom was strong enough to reach a convent, but for now, the circumstances so far indicated that.
At the moment my thoughts were getting complicated, the monk approached a large building and knocked on its door.
"This is the place. Now, if you wait, the remaining Bishop-nim will come out."
The monk, who said that last, returned to his place, and I, who had to wait in front of the door until the Bishop came out, groaned and looked at the luxuriously lacquered door.
I knew nothing about Veronica.
Since I didn't even know what situation she was in, I was simply frustrated.
If she were just a character in a game, I wouldn't have been this frustrated, because I would have just accepted it as 'Oh, this was the setting.'
But the current Veronica was a Possessor like me, and knowing that fact, my heart kept going out to her.
I wanted to cut away the malice surrounding her, that's what I thought.
It wasn't a sense of justice that I should exercise justice because I had power, nor was it mere pity to help her because she was in a pitiful situation.
It was nothing else but a principle of action stemming from the sense of kinship that she came from the same place as me.
Even if someone else here was cursed, even if they took the wrong path and met a gang rape ending, even if they were caught by bandits and met a Meat Toilet Ending, I was confident I wouldn't bat an eye.
Because, of course, they would just be game characters.
But Veronica was different.
So, letting out a trembling breath, I could only look at Veronica.
What on earth did she do wrong to be possessed into such a place, as such a character?
It was pitiful. Although I wasn't in a position to criticize anyone, I am the Hero, after all. Whatever I did, no one could say anything to me.
But she wasn't.
"...What's wrong?"
Veronica's voice seemed to try and awaken my mind, which was lost in thought.
So, I blinked a few times, let out a groan, and then opened my mouth to answer.
"Nothing?"
"What the..."
What should I say to her?
How do you feel about this situation? How do you accept this situation where the Holy Kingdom's Cathedral doesn't even know that a Saintess has appeared?
No, even if I said such things, it would only provoke her anxiety.
If she knew the King could exert that much power, her fear would undoubtedly amplify.
Thus, to her grumbling, I couldn't say anything and could only let out a deep sigh.
After a brief moment, the door opened.
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"...A Saintess-nim?"
The old man, whose hair had turned white with age, looked at me, his blue eyes shining.
Since Kylon was beside me, I could bear the burden to some extent, but seeing the Bishop's face gradually sharpen, I felt overwhelmed.
In the end, I just bowed my head deeply and answered.
"...Yes, yes."
"I don't understand what you're saying. We have not received any such news."
What on earth was he talking about?
Then my abduction was just the King's arbitrary decision?
"I don't know where you received it from, but seeing you wear those white Saintess's Robes, it might not be a story that can be dismissed as a complete lie. Especially since you are by Hero-nim's side. So..."
It was a day that made me think a lot for no reason, and it was such a space.
In this Cathedral, where I felt I might belong because I was here, and the Bishop, who was close to being in charge, tilted his head as if finding it strange and did not withdraw his suspicious gaze.
And in the end, I heard words I didn't want to hear.
"Would you show me proof that you are a Saintess-nim?"
"...Ah."
The first to react to those words was none other than Kylon. I knew that his sigh contained many emotions. I even felt it keenly.
Within that sigh, which couldn't hide his embarrassment, perhaps there was the thought that because he had pierced my hymen, I wouldn't be able to prove I was a Saintess, and it might become difficult to get to the truth.
Of course, I didn't truly know Kylon's inner thoughts and couldn't feel them, but I could be sure that his sigh at this moment carried such a meaning.
But he couldn't say it out loud.
"I told him to pierce the Saintess's hymen." If he said that, he, Hero or not, would be branded a heretic and face judgment.
But Kylon, that bastard, for some reason, was mumbling, trying to say something.
In the end, I, who felt I had to stop him first, turned my head and looked at the Bishop.
Although he was an old man with an aged appearance, his aura, having risen to Bishop, was no joke.
Therefore, jokes and anything half-hearted, I felt, would not be accepted, creating a sense of pressure.
"Proof that I am a Saintess?"
"Yes. Proof that you are a Saintess. Although I know that cloth is ours, I have heard nothing about your existence, so I must ask this of you, even if it is rude."
It wasn't that I couldn't understand, and therefore, his request didn't feel particularly rude.
So I nodded.
"Yes, if it's proof of a Saintess... I can show you over there."
When I said that, Kylon, who had been blank-faced, stared intently at me.
Judging by his fierce eyes, it seemed like he was scolding me, asking what on earth I was thinking, but also, deep down, it was as if he was asking if there really was another way.
Therefore, I gave him a crescent-eyed smile and then carefully stood up.
"Please stay here for a moment, Hero-nim."
"Ah, no..."
Because it was something Kylon shouldn't see, I firmly told him to stay put, and Kylon, unable to properly refute my words, was left speechless.
Since he knew this was a Cathedral to begin with, and also a space where the Bishop resided, he didn't act recklessly.
Escorting the elderly Bishop-nim and leaving Kylon behind, I entered the room and looked around.
Perhaps it was a room for prayer, with a large wooden cross and long cushions lined up so one could kneel for a long time, that caught my eye.
Since we had come to a completely different room and Kylon wouldn't be able to see, I felt a little relieved and opened my mouth.
"Just a moment."
I lifted my skirt and pulled out the dagger from my thigh.
"......"
Perhaps he hadn't expected me to bring the dagger right in front of him, he clearly looked tense, but I had no intention of stabbing him or anything of the sort.
Therefore, I carefully rolled up my sleeve and placed the blade against it.
And after that, I steeled myself, bit my lip tightly, and put strength into the hand holding the dagger.