Chapter 137
Chapter 137
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: Saintess & Witch
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Everyone has that one person they absolutely refuse to lose to. Every single action they take is unpleasant to watch, and no matter what they say or do, you just can't bring yourself to like them.
For Olga Virtus, that person was Violet Purplecrow.
Unlike Olga, who had been sold to the church by her own parents from the moment she was born, Violet had been raised in happiness, surrounded by the blessings of her grandmother, relatives, and parents.
Violet might whine to Arthin about how burdensome her imposing presence was, wagging her tail like a spoiled child, but to Olga—who had always been burdened with the heavy duty of being the goddess's proxy—it was nothing more than the complaints of someone drowning in good fortune.
And that wasn't all. Violet possessed so much that Olga lacked.
Friends she could open her heart to, a family that truly worried for her in times of danger, the empathy and affinity to share in others' sorrows and joys.
Olga hated Violet.
She hated how Violet could live her days so fully just by being a girl her age.
How she received praise from everyone just for trying hard now and then.
How everyone comforted her even when she made mistakes.
How she spent happy times always by Arthin's side, driving Olga mad—
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ ...Yes, if it had only been that, it wouldn't have mattered.
After all, Violet was an evil witch who made pacts with demons, while Olga was the great saintess exalted by the church. They lived in different worlds—she could just dismiss it like that.
But the moment Arthin became part of Violet's world, Olga's jealousy toward her only grew stronger.
Olga had barely mustered the courage to exchange letters with him, yet Violet was always by his side, chatting, laughing, and making joyful memories.
Even in her most agonizing moments, Olga couldn't show weakness to anyone, but Violet could throw herself into Arthin's arms, cry, and find solace when she was hurting.
...After Arthin burned to death, while Olga lay in listless despair, Violet had used demonic power to incinerate all the corrupt priests, boldly avenging him—and Olga envied that dignified figure so fiercely.
Why did Violet, who already had so much, still crave more?
There were plenty of men in the world she could love, but for Olga, the only one who could share her world was Arthin.
Watching Violet covet even the last thing Olga had—Arthin—despite possessing everything she lacked, Olga felt envy so intense it bordered on madness.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Arthin, are you okay? You're not hurt anywhere?"
It was the same even now.
Despite Olga's thorough preparations against Violet's magic, including barriers, Violet had slipped through space itself, rendering her efforts futile and interrupting them.
And worse, those eyes weren't even glaring at Olga.
After ruining Olga's precious time of happiness with Arthin, this detestable Purplecrow was gazing at him—Olga's sole sanctuary—with eyes brimming with greedy affection, nothing more.
"N-No! I'm fine. More importantly, can you undo this...?"
"Thank goodness...! Don't worry, I'll free you right now!"
Violet sighed in relief that nothing had happened yet and moved to release Arthin.
But when Olga blocked her path as she approached, Violet's expression slowly hardened once more.
"...Would you mind stepping aside? Your perverted little plan ends here."
For the ever-friendly Violet, there was one person who always grated on her nerves: Olga.
But unlike Olga, who glared at her with murderous intent, Violet hadn't drawn even a sliver of her magic power.
"We're in the same harem now anyway, so we can't keep hating each other forever. Right, Saintess Olga?"
"...Same harem? Did you just say 'same harem'?"
Violet hadn't come to defeat or subdue Olga in the first place.
She had simply used the surveillance spell that Almiras had secretly placed on Arthin as per Agnes's plan to check on him. When she saw Olga anesthetizing him for an impregnation attempt, she had intervened using the bond with Unicorn and Circa, whom she had soul-contracted to save him.
"Now that Arthin's accepted you, you're basically part of our harem. Still, what you tried to do today will come with a heavy penalty."
Violet wasn't thrilled about welcoming Olga into the harem, but she knew the saintess's feelings for Arthin were genuine.
And since Arthin had accepted those feelings, she certainly qualified to join.
"...Part of the harem... Heh heh..."
Hearing that, Olga let out an involuntary hollow laugh. All her careful planning and effort, reduced to just another member of the harem.
"...Who do you think you are? I'm not just some harem member!"
"Kyaak!"
Violet yelped in surprise as Olga suddenly shoved her, tumbling to the floor. In a space with nowhere to run, who shoves someone like that?
"Gaaah! Wait! Calm down, Olga!"
"I'm going to be Arthin's special existence! I won't settle for being just another ordinary bitch!"
But the sight that greeted Violet as she looked up was even more baffling.
Olga had climbed back onto the bed. This time, she was holding her most precious Arthin hostage in a bizarre standoff.
"If not...! Then I'll die with Arthin!"
"Hngh, guh! It hurts! R-Really gonna die...!"
The method of the hostage crisis was utterly grotesque.
Olga gripped Arthin's exposed manhood as if to squeeze it dry, declaring that if her demands weren't met, she'd burst his little Arthin and kill herself too.
"C-Calm down! Do that, and you won't be Arthin's lover—you'll be a terrorist!"
"Shut up! Come any closer, and I'll really wring it out!"
"...Euuugh...!"
As Arthin's face drained white with pain, Violet couldn't help but step back.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "C-Calm down, Olga Virtus. You don't want the worst outcome either, do you?"
"Shut your mouth! You just stand there and watch me get impregnated with Arthin's seed!"
"N-No insertion! Hold on!"
Violet couldn't rashly approach, nor could she back away too far.
If she put distance between them, the saintess would mount Arthin and try to impregnate herself right then. But getting closer meant subjecting Arthin to the horrific agony of his manhood rupturing.
"What do you want? You're not the type to act so recklessly without a plan."
First things first: calm Olga down. Violet asked about her demands while racking her brain for a way to persuade her.
"What I want? Just one thing. To be the first woman impregnated by Arthin's seed!"
But Olga's resolve seemed ironclad. Her voluptuous form in lingerie gently enveloped Arthin's body to maintain his erection, poised for insertion at any moment—a truly threatening sight.
"You've all done lewd things with Arthin already—what's the problem? If you really see me as part of the harem, go back to the dorm and wait your turn!"
"I-I...! Haven't done that with Arthin yet!"
At those words, Olga—seething with jealousy and rage—frowned despite herself. True enough, Violet was the only lover who had passed the virginity test and been granted a visit with Arthin.
"...Are you an idiot? Why haven't you consummated with Arthin yet? What, are you some pre-marital purity fanatic despite being a witch?"
"Th-That's not it! I just...!"
Violet shouted desperately but trailed off. Admitting in front of Olga and Arthin that she was holding out for the most romantic first night would take tremendous courage.
"I-I have my own plans too! You of all people should understand that, Olga!"
"...Plans, huh. Yeah, I had them. Do you know how many people I killed for them?"
"Wait, what? Killed who?"
Arthin, who had been silently watching Olga's unprecedented rampage, paled in shock.
The saintess who cherished even demonkin hybrids and advocated for peace had killed people?
"Oh dear, caught me. It's fine— you'd have found out soon anyway."
Seeing Arthin's expression, Olga grimaced briefly before shaking her head. Having wiped out every heretic in the church, no matter how tight-lipped her subordinates, the truth would leak in at most half a year.
"The heretics who tortured and burned you to death, the corrupt priests who played informant for those heretics in exchange for wealth and honor—I killed them all. To avenge you against the trash that hurt you!"
Her voice, as she cried out, was laced with raw fury.
It was only natural. Before regressing, she had never killed a single soul—a pure 21-year-old woman skilled only in politics and schemes, utterly unaccustomed to taking lives or spilling blood.
Yet upon hearing the report of the power thief and recalling memories of Arthin, the first thing that pure-hearted Olga did was something she couldn't in the previous regression.
A sin forged in blood must be repaid in blood.
"Understand? Yeah, you would. Purplecrow? You, who burned those heretics alive with the power of hell's archdemon and banished them—you know exactly how I felt doing it!"
"...That was..."
"While you played house at the academy, I was cleaning up trash for Arthin! And now you tell me it's too late, so settle for being the fourth or fifth? You think I can accept that?"
Violet had no retort to Olga's outburst. She herself had felt inferior or envious of the other lovers countless times.
...In fact, she was the only one in the harem who hadn't consummated with Arthin. Even Unicorn, the unicorn, hadn't.
"Violet, let me make you a proposal. You'll like it, I'm sure."
"...A proposal? What sudden proposal?"
At Violet's question, Olga tapped Arthin's shaft lightly.
"Right here, right now—you and I both receive Arthin's seed at the same time."
"..What?"
"Isn't it the perfect chance to show those girls who cut in line? You know how much Arthin loves young girls."
The one who blurted "What?!" midway wasn't Violet—it was Arthin.
Kidnapped by the Olga he'd promised love to and forced into impregnation sex, and now she was suggesting the same to Violet, who came to rescue him?
"Th-There's no way Violet would accept that, right? Right, Violet?"
"..."
"...Violet?"
Arthin called her name desperately, laced with hope, but Violet didn't respond.
"....Pregnancy? Me? Arthin's child?"
She simply murmured softly, lost in thought, staring piercingly at Arthin's little Arthin.
To Arthin, that didn't seem like a positive reaction at all.