Chapter 496
Chapter 496
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 496
Chapter Title: Junior Priest Kim Katt
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In the end, I spent some utterly debauched days surrounded by my wives.
Claudy, Winia, Karin, and even Risha—all of them insisted on breastfeeding me, pinning me down for hours every day and leaving me unable to move. I couldn't even train; they tormented me until Risha's potions ran dry.
To think all four of them felt that way about me!
Anyway, my four wives nursed me while endlessly satisfying my lust, showering me with affection.
"Urgh."
It felt like I'd emptied my balls completely, but every morning when I woke up, it stood right back up, ready to pierce the ceiling.
I'm losing my mind.
Claudy, Winia, Karin, and Risha—all of them ignited my desire with their lewd bodies. Even now, their naked forms sleeping right beside me felt overwhelmingly stimulating.
Hearing their soft breathing sounds made me feel like I was going insane.
Should I wake Karin at times like this?
"..."
She looked so peacefully asleep that I couldn't bring myself to disturb her. What a beautiful woman. I quietly slipped out of bed.
Anyway, today I had to head to the Brass Celestial Society to collect the reward.
Over those three days, we did go out for meals, shopping, and errands, but that was only a tiny fraction. Most of the time was spent suckling at their breasts.
Time really flies.
No need to rush, so I took it easy. I gave Alraune some flower cards, washed up with cold water on the first floor, then went back up and gently stroked Claudy and Winia's waists to wake them.
"Claudy, Winia. Time to go to the church."
We're picking up rewards, so they should come along.
Three shares, no less.
"Urgh... No way, darky... I can't go..."
"Katt... Come back safe..."
"What, can't get up?"
I guess keeping them up until dawn did a number on them. From their mumbling, it sounded like they wanted me to go alone and grab everything.
"But then at least... Nah. Sleep well. I'll handle it."
Winia would settle for the reward money, and Claudy didn't care much about the reward itself. She was just focused on me getting some shiny new armor.
Fine, then. Time to snag that gleaming armor and head back.
"Hubby, you're heading out now...?"
"Don't stray... Come back early..."
"Yeah. Be right back."
Karin and Risha mumbled their goodbyes from under the covers, voices thick with sleep.
Damn. Gotta request seconds when I get back.
"I'll be quick, so get ready."
"Urgh..."
Anyway, figuring I'd be suiting up in armor before returning, I left the house in light gear—just combat pants, a shirt, and my sword.
"Heh heh heh."
I couldn't stop grinning the whole walk.
Man, I have no idea what I'm getting, but this is wild.
This was at least enough merit for a full armor set. They were even selling gear with tickets, and Andromalius's arm was clearly a top-tier ticket jackpot.
I arrived at the church in that ridiculously good mood.
The priest guarding the entrance greeted me warmly. I returned the greeting cheerfully, and following his lead inside, other churchgoers recognized me and bowed their heads.
So many people to greet.
As we exchanged hellos, I asked about the injured holy knights. They were undergoing intensive treatment and recuperating.
Truly glad to hear it.
I headed straight to the reception room to wait, and soon the senior pastor appeared, just like always.
"Oh! You've arrived! We've been waiting!"
"Heh heh heh, good to see you, Pastor."
"Feeling rested? Follow me!"
His beaming face grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
I could tell just from his expression—this was gonna be good.
He looked exactly like Santa Claus with a killer gift set ready.
"Where are the other sisters?"
"Ah, they were too tired to come, so I'm here as their representative."
"I see. Hm... Then for the three shares of reward..."
"They entrusted that to me as well."
"Understood."
As we walked with the pastor, he explained.
"Since you left, we've been furiously reviewing reports and holding discussions. We've already sent word to headquarters."
He described the past three days' events. They'd debated how best to reward us, future plans, coordinating troops with the lord—nothing too crucial.
What I really wanted to know was about Andromalius.
"Where's this headquarters?"
"In the royal capital."
"Ah... So replies might take a while?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Please be patient. We'll inform you the moment we hear back."
A round trip to the capital would take time. They'd let me know when they remembered. Might as well wait leisurely.
We headed up to the third floor.
The pastor opened a door, and applause rang out.
👏👏👏👏👏👏
Inside, a few priests and Barkerel were clapping and smiling. He looked better—good to see.
"Brother, you did great!"
"Whoa, Brother Barkerel. Feeling better?"
"Right as rain!"
They'd gathered to celebrate me with this event. I grinned back, clapping and expressing thanks while sneakily scanning the room.
"Whoa."
The room held various armors and sets, weapons, and ornate accessories, all neatly arrayed for inspection.
A chill ran down my spine.
I nearly screamed.
From the setup, they planned to give me one of these as a reward...!
They'd prepared this just for me!
✦ SWOOSH ✦
The senior pastor raised his hand, and the applause stopped.
"After much discussion, we've decided on a fitting reward... No need to say it—your face says it all. Glad you're pleased already."
"Heh, heh heh heh... Heh heh! What is it? I'm dying to know!"
"Hahaha. Can't you see?"
Like Santa, he gestured to the displayed items.
Holy knight armor!!! Awesome-looking swords and hammers! Scales with holy water! Holy shit, jackpot! This is insane!!! What do I even do!!!
"That brass-shining Celestial Holy Knight armor would suit you perfectly, brother."
"Th-that... No way!"
"Yes. We can gift you the Celestial Holy Knight armor!"
"JAAAACKPOT!!!"
"But."
For a moment, my mind went blank. Wearing that armor would make even the toughest bastards think twice...!
Wait.
But?
"Celestial Holy Knight armor is specially made for our Brass Celestial Society. Naturally, it can't be taken outside."
"Huh?"
"However, we still want to give you armor. So..."
The pastor pulled a document from his sleeve.
"Will you receive baptism and formally join our faith? Then you'd qualify. We'd appoint you a holy knight on the spot and gift the armor. Of course, upon joining, we'd handle your education in doctrine and daily life, and you'd serve the world eternally with us."
Ah.
This was it.
Holy knight armor was top-grade, a church symbol and relic.
They couldn't give it to outsiders. Regulations and doctrine forbade it—like leaking army weapons to civilians. Impossible.
So they'd decided to make me a holy knight to give me the armor.
Becoming a holy knight was the ultimate honor.
The church guaranteed your life, and you'd gain stable social status. The constant brutal fighting was the downside.
I'd get intense combat training, boosting my skills.
But it's the army.
No matter how glorious or holy, the army's the army.
My military service? Two years max.
Holy knight armor.
Tempting as hell, but not worth re-enlisting and being tied down forever.
Joining the church meant lifestyle restrictions.
My wives wouldn't want that either.
Honestly, with my daily debauchery, I wasn't church material, even politely.
"Will you accept baptism?"
"Brother, I, Holy Knight Barkerel, sense infinite justice in you. If you become a holy knight, I'll support you fully. We're already comrades and brothers. You'd adapt easily."
The pastor and Barkerel spoke solemnly, faces grave.
Grateful words, but no thanks to becoming a holy knight.
Time to politely decline.
"I'm deeply thankful, but... I can't abandon my ancestral faith. You've thought so much of me and made this offer—truly grateful. So, I'm truly sorry."
I refused as courteously as possible.
"..."
The pastor and Barkerel looked crestfallen.
Seeing grown men on the verge of tears tugged at my heart.
"...A great pity. So steadfast—impressive. We tried tempting you with material goods, but you won't budge. Regrettable."
"...You don't need to be a holy knight to be my brother. Yes, can't abandon your ancestral faith. It's fine! You'll keep slaying demons anyway!"
Even after my refusal, they said this.
"Pastor... Brother Barkerel...!"
Turning down such good people!
But the army was a hard pass.
Above all, my wives wouldn't approve.
"That said, we won't withhold your reward. Please accept this as our next-best option."
Next-best?
The priests closed the box with the Celestial Holy Knight armor. The pastor pointed to the gear beside it.
"Combat Priest gear set."
"Combat Priest?"
Combat Priest gear set?
"In case you refused to join, we agreed to grant you Junior Priest status. No baptism or conversion needed."
"Junior Priest position... you mean?"
"Exactly. It's an honorary title for those who've served the church and world. Naturally, as non-formal members, we can't command Junior Priests."
Just an honorary title from the church, no conversion required.
Wait.
With Junior Priest status, I'd likely get free access to church facilities. Not many useful ones, but free healing for sure.
Jackpot.
"Even as a Junior Priest, you qualify for priestly gear, so we can gift the Combat Priest set."
"Gasp...!"
Junior Priest!
Recognizing me as an honorary church priest!
That's why I could take the gear set!
This was beyond jackpot—ultimate jackpot!
"Thank you!!!! Truly, thank you!!!!"
"Hahaha. Then you're now a Junior Priest of our church. We'll prepare documents and certification later. Thrilled!"
"Now we're practically fellow church members! Haw haw haw!"
The pastor and Barkerel pounded my shoulders in joy.
"Now, let me explain the Combat Priest gear set."
He picked up pieces and helped me equip them one by one. I numbly let him.
"In total war, priests fight on the front lines. This gear is top quality—unmatched by market wares."
He removed my sword belt and fitted the Quilted Armor.
The fit was exquisite. Easy to move in too.
"Demons are mighty, heretics cruel, monsters' fangs and claws vicious. This regulation gear protects front-line priests with superior durability and performance. You'll love it."
As described, the Combat Priest set was premium. Trembling, I let them outfit me fully under their care.
Quilted Armor, breastplate, pauldrons, gauntlets, greaves.
All black-based with brass edging—luxurious yet badass.
And highly practical.
Breastplate and pauldrons had no snags for combat, and the gauntlets protected fingers perfectly while feeling natural.
Quilted Armor was incredibly comfortable.
My old one felt like cheap rags. It could take sword strikes without tearing.
Not Celestial Holy Knight level, but rare even to see in the city.
No more gear worries.
"Jaaaackpot..."
Tears welled up.
Fully geared, euphoria surged.
"Haw haw haw! The model Combat Priest!"
"Suits you perfectly, Junior Priest brother."
"Thank you!!!!!!!!"
And reward gold on top!