Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Conclusion of the Second Epilogue
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One day during the week of special tutoring sessions.
Arthin had fallen asleep exhausted that night, so the three women gathered secretly in the Gold Class salon for a clandestine meeting.
"The elixir for Arthin should be ready by tomorrow!"
"Mine too—the instructor from my family should arrive next week."
Violet wore an excited expression, Shaomei looked delighted, and Agnes, though she didn't show it outwardly, was spending the meeting happily, watching the two with a joyful heart these days.
"This special tutoring was such a great idea, Imperial Princess! Spending six full hours every day with Arthin Big Brother!"
"Yeah, I wasn't thrilled at first, but now I'm so happy to be with Arthin every day."
"It's all thanks to you two following my plan so well. Arthin's participating in the tutoring without any complaints too."
In truth, the "special tutoring" didn't have much for Arthin to actually learn from the three. The most substantial lesson was just martial arts training with Shaomei.
Imperial swordsmanship, etiquette, magic, knowledge—Arthin had delved into them exhaustively across countless regressions, so they were mere differences in detail, nothing he needed to immerse himself in daily.
But what started as punishment he dreaded turned into one-on-one dates with the three women from day one, and even Arthin, inwardly tense at first, came to embrace the tutoring happily.
"And Shaomei deserves the most credit—she's the one handling the real training."
"Right? We're just cozying up, but Shaomei's busy actually teaching martial arts and building his body."
At those words, Shaomei flashed a sly little grin, as if to say not to worry.
"I told you, haven't I? I haven't forgiven Big Brother yet? Dates and working him to the bone—it's like having your pheasant and your egg too, in Republican Federation terms."
Shaomei had been nursing a bruised ego from recent events anyway.
Back at Rose Hall, Arthin had used imperial swordsmanship honed in fights with Lilit or Sirka, kingdom battle techniques, magic, and holy arts, but hadn't properly used the martial arts she'd taught him.
"I'm the strongest one here, Shaomei! But this regression, Big Brother the self-proclaimed martial artist doesn't use martial arts? It's scraping at my pride!"
So when Agnes secretly sent a telepathic message about this special tutoring, Shaomei was the first to agree vehemently.
Her beastkin nature made her love outward activities, so she enjoyed sweaty training dates as much as intimate ones.
"Now Big Brother won't have time to look at other girls for a while! And with Unicore busy learning demonic energy control, it's perfect, right?"
"Al'Miraz loves joining our dates occasionally too! Last time, the three of us even drew pictures together~"
'...Spending precious alone time with her familiar again—Violet, what on earth...'
Agnes felt a complicated mix of emotions watching Violet boast excitedly about her dates with Arthin.
In truth, she knew Violet was the one most wronged or deserving of anger in this whole situation.
Shaomei had tried to force herself on Arthin the moment she regained her memories to claim him exclusively, and Agnes herself had confessed first, securing her place as his first woman and lover.
But Violet? Among the women entangled with Arthin now, she was the only one sharing the purest love.
Especially with Unicore becoming his lover under Arthin's influence—Violet, the sole one who hadn't advanced with him, had become the hardest for Agnes to handle.
Even more troubling, after the Rose Hall incident, Violet had regained her confidence and shone brighter than before, making her feelings hard to read.
And now, she was devoting those precious six hours to another harem member... Agnes seriously wondered if the title of Saintess suited Violet better.
"And at the end, another kiss with me... Kyaa! It was so good!"
See? Even now, as Violet gushed over the kiss, Shaomei's face was hardening as she listened.
'Shaomei and I have even made love during our date times with Arthin...'
On one hand, Agnes felt a twinge of envy toward Violet like that. There had been a time when she'd dreamed of such pure love with Arthin too.
No, even now, her heart still raced when they just held hands—it was undeniable. But she also clearly knew she couldn't return to those Violet-like days.
'...That pounding really wasn't an illusion.'
On the night of her first sexual experience, Agnes vividly remembered the new emotion she'd felt that day.
While she lay passed out from exhaustion, secretly watching Arthin and Shaomei in passionate sex—she'd felt a forbidden thrill rising in her chest, a dark sense of depravity.
For Agnes, who had lived her whole life upholding the Northern Church's ideals of chastity and virtue, it was an emotion laced with overwhelming pleasure.
Since then, to recapture even a fraction of it, she'd deliberately involved Shaomei for a threesome, but something was missing.
Yet when she heard that, while she'd been persuading people for Arthin's sake, he'd been reveling in a mad sex party—she'd felt a small thrill in that dark depravity.
'...I need to snap out of it. I can't drag Arthin into my perverted hobbies!'
Perhaps permitting the harem stemmed from such selfishness—Agnes began cautioning herself.
If her personal kinks started dictating Arthin's life, she might crave ever stronger stimuli.
"Ah, but Arthin said he won't expand the harem anymore, so you two should be satisfied with this ending, right?"
"I hate that wretched Sion, but... if we cap it at four wives and four concubines, this is the best we can do."
Having heard about Unicore, the three decided to accept her as a concubine in the harem. Violet, empathizing from a similar position, had pushed it tearfully, which helped most.
Left alone, who knew how big the harem would grow—Shaomei saw this as the best compromise.
But Agnes had to douse the harmonious mood.
"No, the situation isn't that optimistic. It's time for us to prepare our hearts too."
"...Prepare our hearts? What do you mean?"
At Violet's question, Agnes pulled a letter from her bosom.
Truthfully, gathering this meeting was mostly to share this letter.
"What... is this, Imperial Princess?"
"Looks familiar... White seal... Wait, no way?"
"Yes, exactly. As expected, Violet noticed."
For Shaomei, who hadn't caught on yet, Agnes pointed to the white seal on the envelope.
The emblem stamped there was the cross symbolizing the Northern Church.
"Even in the Student Council, only Marianne, the President, and I know this, but... lately, a massive purge has swept through the Northern Church."
"...A purge? You don't mean..."
Northern Church. Purge. Cross emblem.
By now, Shaomei's face had gone deathly pale as she grasped it, and Violet, who'd realized early, already looked grim.
"A heretic extermination within the church, centered on Saintess Olga Virtus. Yes, they've executed all the hidden heretics of the Black Sun sect who tried to execute Arthin in the 3rd regression."
Agnes continued explaining as she drew a single sheet from the envelope.
The letter held no long tale—just two simple lines.
『The housecleaning took a bit longer than expected, but now I should be able to come meet Arthin.
-To my dear bitches, from the Saintess-』
"Olga Virtus, that saintess—she's coming to the academy."
The words were a shocking bombshell, poised to upend the stable harem centered on the three women.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "S-spare me! I'm the next Archbishop! If you let me live! I'll give you immense treasures..!!"
Slash!
The plump man wailing for mercy fell silent only after his pristine priestly robes were dyed red by the blade of the man coldly looking down at him.
"But the wicked and sinners shall perish together, and those who betray the Goddess shall meet ruin."
Murder in the Papal Palace—the holy seat of the Northern Church—was an unforgivable sin, yet the man who'd just beheaded a bishop there recited a short prayer without a flicker of emotion.
Defiling his hands with blood for the Goddess—that was the duty of the Black Knights, one of the two pillars upholding the Northern Church, and his own mission.
"My, as expected of Sir Sergei. You've thoroughly dealt with that filthy heretic pig who fled."
At the compassionate woman's voice from behind, the Black Knight sheathed his sword and knelt on one knee in reverence.
"Please call me Chelepski. I fear sullying your lips with my name, Saintess."
"Don't belittle yourself so, Sir Sergei. You serve the Goddess truly—how could you not be blessed?"
Clack, clack.
The woman who raised the kneeling Black Knight, Sergei Chelepski, traced a holy sign on his forehead, and only then could Sergei relax his gaunt, skull-like face, stiff with tension.
"This world overflows with filthy heretics and those wickedly ensnared by the Demon King. Our church is deeply grateful for the devoted duties of faithful souls like you, Sir Sergei."
"You overpraise me. The heretic leaders you mentioned are nearly all dealt with now—no need for concern."
"The Archbishop Boris Tatargir, their chief, remains, doesn't he? He fled to the barrier, so he'll die miserably or become a Demon King's minion."
"My failing. I shall etch this sin into my body with seven penances."
*Penances*—self-flagellation eating into his own flesh—the heavy-hipped Goddess wouldn't care about such things, the woman thought, but showed nothing outwardly.
She'd long lost her faith, yet to them, she remained the great visionary purging the church's darkness, the Goddess's reincarnation and avatar in this shadowed world—the Saintess.
"Even the Goddess wouldn't wish such pain on you, Sir Sergei. Instead, I have a personal request."
"A request from you, Saintess? What might it be?"
At her words, Sergei Chelepski responded as if ready to rip out his heart.
Seeing his fervor, the Saintess inwardly celebrated her well-trained hunting dog and smiled benevolently.
"You've taught at the academy before, haven't you, Sir Sergei? Once this purge ends, you'll return there?"
"Yes. I guide the young students."
"I'm thinking of going to the academy too. Could you escort me on your way, Sir Sergei?"
"...You're going to the academy, Saintess? Why? You already understand the Goddess's teachings better than anyone in the church."
*Ha*—recalling the exalted Goddess's words, useless when needed, the Saintess sneered inwardly.
"Because I must meet someone. To save this dark, trying era, I need to meet two heroes."
"Heroes—you mean those you mentioned a month ago?"
The Saintess nodded.
"The Goddess's proxy, the only one who can slay the Demon King. Hero Kaiyen Silversword."
That filthy, ugly homosexual bastard who'd thwarted her at every turn.
"And the one blessed by the Goddess. And... the one the Goddess said shall be my mate."
And the one man—the only one who'd taught her love.
"Arthin Ludwig. I intend to meet them in person."
Backlit by moonlight, the Saintess stood in the blood-soaked corridor, murmuring his name.
Arthin Ludwig, my love. My one true love. The sole person more precious than all the world.
"Before other vile souls corrupt them further, I must lead them."
Thinking of Arthin, adrift for now, the Saintess slowly opened her eyes.
As the Saintess smiled, Sergei knelt once more on the bloodied floor.
That day, with the internal cleansing complete, the Northern Church's de facto leader became Olga Virtus—the Saintess not yet sixteen.