Chapter 221
Chapter 221
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 221
Chapter Title: Crusade Army
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"Saint...! Please stop singing!"
"Oh, you came out right away."
"The Saint's singing voice led me outside!"
I'd been repeating Teacher Seolun's compass song about ten times when Elise burst out in a panic. It must've carried inside despite the soundproofing—or lack thereof.
"Why? You said it was fine last time."
"That was only because your great achievements granted you immunity!"
Elise tried to cover my mouth.
No, it's a divine masterpiece—why do so many people hate it?
Don't they know true K-POP originated in Jongno and Myeongdong?
Hard to swallow.
Winia especially recoils from it.
Claudy just chuckles and listens these days...
"I see. Well, anyway, good to see you. How've you been?"
"...We met the day before yesterday."
"That's plenty of time to miss you."
Anyway, the reason I'd come looking for Elise was to tell her about the heretics occupying the village. It'd be nice to chat over a meal, but it wasn't mealtime yet.
I'm not even hungry.
Shouldn't have eaten with Kobson if I knew.
Damn it.
"Anyway. I came because there's something I need to tell you today."
"Something to tell me?"
"Yeah. You know, news about the heretics..."
"Please wait a moment. This doesn't seem like something to discuss outside."
The moment I mentioned heretics, Elise's blank expression sharpened into that of a hunter. The air grew razor-edged. Her hand drifted subtly to her waist—instinctively reaching for her mace, no doubt.
"Let's talk inside."
"Uh, sure."
Elise grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
And so we entered Elise's quarters.
"Please, have a seat."
The room was as tiny as before, but so sparsely furnished it felt deceptively spacious. Normally cluttered with this and that, but all I saw was a holy scripture, her removed armor, and nothing else besides the casual clothes she'd bought last time.
Austere life.
"So, the story."
I sat on the bed, and Elise took the chair.
"Elise. You know about Ezath?"
"You mean the evil god?"
"Oh, yeah?"
Something she learned at church?
She knew it like it was the most obvious thing.
I could picture morning services where the priest gathers all the church staff for lessons on evil gods and heretics—like military indoctrination sessions.
"Ezath is a wicked evil god. Incredibly selfish, cunning, and cruel, or so the tales go. The Church has declared its followers heretics and launched multiple purges, but devotees still lurk somewhere in the world."
Elise began explaining.
She probably knows more than most.
"But a god like that—do a lot of people worship it? Seems like it'd just bring purge squads down on you. I'd pick something else over that risk."
"You're right. However."
The atmosphere turned utterly solemn.
"Ezath is famous for lavishly blessing its apostles and faithful. There are plenty in this world craving such vile power. Mostly criminals and those skulking in society's shadows—they serve it to gain strength."
"...I see."
Makes sense for bandits' god.
But blessings?
"What kind of blessings?"
"For example, something like the divine power I wield. It's an evil god, but a god nonetheless—one that can bestow corresponding might as blessings."
"Like getting stronger?"
"Similar. And it grants access to unholy spells."
"Got it."
So the bandits' leader, claiming apostleship, must be empowered by these blessings. Probably some nasty side effects, though. If it were free power for mere faith, everyone would sign up.
I asked, and Elise answered.
"Of course, such power comes with severe drawbacks. Loss of reason, grotesque mutations, blindness, and more. The Church has documented over a hundred side effects."
Over a hundred? Holy hell.
Not even sketchy diet pills have that many.
"It's more curse than blessing, really. Even the cults of eternal life turn humans into ghouls with their baptisms—same principle."
"Oh, that clicks."
Slum dwellers gain semi-immortality as undead ghouls, but at the cost of their souls.
No free lunch in this world.
"The last recorded apostle was said to be monstrous in form... But what was it you wanted to talk about?"
"Yeah. About Ezath."
I straightened up.
"This morning... well, not this morning. I heard a rumor earlier and confirmed it again today. Some lunatic claiming to be Ezath's apostle has shown up."
"...What? An evil god's apostle?"
Elise's eyes widened in shock.
I have no idea how big a deal it is, but it hit her hard.
"Not sure on details, but apparently this self-proclaimed apostle and his heretic bandits smashed Baron Dodens' army nearby and occupied a village. Rumor has it they're forming a purge force."
"Impossible...!"
"Came to tell you."
Snapping out of shock, Elise bolted up and started donning light armor over her habit.
"E-Elise?"
"Emergency! Heretics assaulting a civilian village—unacceptable! We must suppress them immediately!"
"W-Wait. Calm down. It's not a hundred percent confirmed— just a rumor from Kobson."
"If rumors are spreading, it's likely true!"
Enraged, Elise thrashed about wildly—near seizure levels. Panicking, I grabbed her to restrain her.
"Saint! This is the uncontrollable impulse I'm talking about! Let go!"
"Ughhh!!!"
Her divinely enhanced body overpowered my weight class. As she bucked like a bull, my body floated weightless, flapping like paper.
"Calm down!!! You can't win against heretics without composure!!!"
"I can't! Burning rage consumes me! Glory to the God of Order...!!!"
"Kyaaah!!!"
That was when it happened.
—Whooosh.
Propelled by Elise's flailing force, an unreal shoulder throw executed itself. I felt my body flip and soar; I glimpsed Elise's startled eyes.
The world seemed to freeze for a moment—
—Boom!!
"Guhk!"
I crashed onto the bed and sprawled on the floor!
I instinctively tried to scream, but no sound came...!
Pain, pain!
Huh?
...No pain?
Luckily cushioned by the bedding, no real impact...
Oh.
Elise was pinned beneath me.
"..."
"..."
—Silence.
Elise's shocked face flushed deeper.
She turned her head aside and spoke.
"...S-Saint. You're heavy."
"S-Sorry...!"
I stiffly climbed off her.
"...It's fine."
"..."
Elise stood, brushed off the dust.
Then came the ultimate awkward silence.
Elise broke it first.
"...I got too worked up. Sorry."
"N-No, my bad..."
"..."
"..."
—Silence again.
"A-Anyway, yeah. They're forming a purge force or whatever, so if something happens, best to join then. That's my plan, at least."
"...Y-Yes, that seems wise. Even if just you and I went, retaking the village would be impossible."
"H-Haha. R-Right."
"Heh, heh... Yes."
Absolutely impossible.
Enemy strong enough to rout an army.
"Hahaha..."
"Heheheh..."
Awkward laughter.
"Ha, haha."
"Heh, hehe..."
"Divine."
"Friend."
In the awkwardness, I extended my arm. Elise promptly mirrored, forming the cross. Damn it. The earlier incident felt so embarrassing my back burned. Itchy sweat prickling.
What the hell did I do to Elise!
"W-Well, I'll head out... See you later."
"...Understood."
I stepped outside.
With that incident, Elise should have plenty to occupy her for a while. But if the church sends crusaders, won't the Radiant Cross Society in Krasheim dispatch some too?
Her reaction suggests yes.
They definitely will.
No way zealots ignore heretics.
"..."
The breeze hit, but my back still burned.
That absurd situation actually happened...!
—Shake!
I shook my head fiercely to shake off the shame and headed home.
First, tell Claudy and Winia about the evil god.
—Creak.
Door open—no one home.
"Where to? Both out?"
They'd been heading out lately for something; must've left while I was gone. But only Claudy's shoes were missing. Winia's were still there.
Listening closely, I heard water running—Winia showering, probably. I disarmed, sat relaxed in the chair, and out came a damp Winia.
"Oh? Darky's back?"
Towel-wrapped.
Water pooled unbeaded in her cleavage.
"Uh... yeah, just got here. Claudy?"
"Sis stepped out for a bit."
Winia lifted the towel slightly to dry her hair ends.
Then she looked at me and grinned mischievously.
"Darky, just the two of us after so long?"
"Yeah, guess so?"
—Fling.
Suddenly tossing the towel, Winia approached.
Her massive tits and cute pink bush exposed.
"Darky, wanna get naked?"
"H-Hey. You and Claudy said... that thing. Only when together."
"What thing?"
"You know, the steamy one. Only when all three."
"Who cares about that?"
"No, you can't just—!"
"Can't what? And saying that with it standing at attention? Zero credibility."
Winia closed in, tugging at my lounge shorts. Already swollen stiff from her bursting breasts and pursed pussy. It sprang free, slapping her cheek.
—Smack.
"Kyaa."
"..."
Winia stared mesmerized, like enchanted.
"Darky. Want me to suck it? That's fine, right?"
"...Yeah."
"Hehe. If Darky asks nicely, how can I refuse?"
Winia promptly took it in her mouth and started fellating.
Home and straight to a blowjob...!
"Ngh... Winiaaa... Love youuu...!"
"Mmph... Yeah. Love you too, Darky. Want it faster?"
"No. This is perfect."
With that, she sucked endlessly.
Ah, but I have stuff to say.
"Ah... Hey, Winia... Got something to tell you..."
"Mmmph... Hmph... Yeah? I'm listening—spill."
"So, there's this evil god called a heretic god?"
I told her bobbing head.
"Heretics worshipping it occupied a nearby village."
"Wondered what... Yeah, I heard the rumor. Why? Darky interested? Sounds lucrative."
"Kinda... If we go as a group, doable."
"Fair."
"Winia. Almost..."
As I warned I was close, Winia stopped sucking and gripped it with her hand.
"Can you do it on my tits?"
"Wanna cum on my big ol' titties, Darky?"
Titties—such vulgar talk.
"Desperately."
"Darky's such a total perv."
"Don't say that."
"Hehe. Fine, do what you want."
Winia thrust out her breasts; I unloaded there. Thick ropes drenched her chest, dripping down.
"Darky. I sucked you off—your turn now?"
"Sure."
And so I spent time with Winia. Though she said that, she stuck to no full sex, demanding oral in return.
Not demanding, though.
I love it.
Like she'd done for me, I lavished her with licks until she was satisfied.