Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Dragonkin Knight, Red Dragon Frederike (1)
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While offering prayers to the gods in the prayer hall, the bishop turned his head at the presence he felt behind him.
"It's still so quiet here."
"Long time no see."
A female knight with fiery red hair burst through the door.
No one in the church dared to block her confident stride.
"What brings you here?"
"To the prayer hall? To pray, obviously."
The female knight sat beside the bishop, clasped her hands, and began to pray.
And atop her head protruded something that shouldn't have been there.
A large horn resembling that of a dragon.
"What're you staring at?"
"It's just always so fascinating."
"This horn?"
"Yes."
"It's like a stigma that comes with being Dragonkin. Unavoidable."
When she opened her mouth, sharp fangs like a beast's were revealed.
Dragonkin.
Beings half-human, half-dragon, said to be descendants of the dragons thought extinct long ago.
They possessed talents, physical prowess, and mana sensitivity far superior to humans, granting them considerable power.
A race respected across the continent—aside from the barrier of their status preventing them from rising above knighthood.
The woman who had come to the prayer hall, Frederike, was a descendant of the Red Dragon, the most notoriously temperamental among Dragonkin.
Her blazing red hair and exceptionally thick horns proved it.
"How's the saintess selection going?"
"Several candidates are still in the midst of their trials."
"I hope they hurry. The current saintess seems about to lose all her power."
"Meaning there's little time left."
"Exactly."
The bishop shut his mouth.
The various candidates would return soon.
Even the reported missing Amy—Rebecca would bring her back.
Once she did, he could handle it on his own authority.
"I'll resolve it quickly."
"Wait."
Pretending his eyes were closed, the bishop stole a glance at Frederike's body.
Her sensuous figure was unbelievable for a knight, and the vitality radiating from her healthy curves captivated the aging bishop's gaze.
If only he could make that plump ass his own.
Maybe pressure her in the name of the gods?
They said Dragonkin pussies were incomparable to humans.
Unable to resist his desires, the bishop's hand stealthily reached for Frederike's ass.
"Want your hand cut off?"
"My apologies."
"If you want to touch my body, get stronger first. Don't slink around expressing your filthy lusts."
Finishing her prayer, Frederike dropped a gold coin into the offering box and rose without a second glance.
"Hurry it along as much as you can."
"Understood."
"Lady Rebecca, it's been a while."
"Oh my, where have you been lately? We haven't seen you in ages."
"Why the face mask...?"
Many people in Mir City recognized Rebecca as she entered and called out to her.
"You're quite popular. Must have earned deep trust."
"Just fools deceived by the mask I wore in my ignorant days."
"Hmm~. Is that so?"
Amy, walking beside her, snorted derisively.
"Still, she was a pious hypocrite. Few holy knights are loved by the citizens like that."
"......"
The two entered the church without drawing any suspicion.
The guards let them pass without issue.
"The bishop is waiting."
"Got it. Thanks for your hard work."
Passing the stern guards without suspicion, the two headed to the prayer hall where the bishop was praying.
Opening the door revealed the bishop kneeling before the church's symbol of the burning sun emblem, deep in prayer.
He hadn't even turned around.
"You're back?"
"Yes. Mission accomplished."
"Good work. No information leaks?"
"None."
"Fortunate. But... your party seems rather small."
The bishop rose and turned.
His wrinkled eyes betrayed his age, his deep furrowed brow his stubbornness, his firmly shut mouth his resolve. His gaze, like that of an ancient tree, fixed on the two women.
"Roina and the other two died during the rescue of candidate Amy."
"Hm... Unexpected. Was the mission that grueling?"
"Yes."
"And the mask?"
"I suffered a severe facial scar during the mission."
"Even a holy knight of your caliber struggled? Surprising."
He showed no further interest.
A knight's injury was no big deal to the bishop.
His eyes shifted to Amy beside her.
"You've changed quite a bit in appearance, sister Amy."
"Yes. I was exposed to demonic energy while being tortured by monsters in the dungeon..."
"Exposed to demonic energy, you say. Did you preserve your purity?"
"Yes."
Amy lied without batting an eye.
"Actions speak louder than words."
Lust began to cloud the bishop's eyes.
"You want me to spread my legs right here?"
"We've always done it that way to prove purity."
"......"
Amy smiled faintly at the bishop's shameless words.
"Same as ever."
"It's necessary to prove one's faith in the gods."
"Does seeing a woman's naked body prove faith?"
"You've grown talkative, sister Amy. Could it be you've been defiled? Lost your purity and your faith?"
"Does it seem that way?"
"You know how many saintess candidates I've seen. I can see it—the evidence of corruption lodged within you."
"I'm still pure and devout, yet you doubt me."
The bishop's eyes gleamed as he stared at her with feigned calm.
His hand slipped slyly into Amy's robe.
Amy simply met his gaze, making no move.
Rebecca felt an instinctive revulsion at the bishop hiding his sleazy desires.
She was seized by the impulse to draw her sword and sever his head right then.
Ah, how could anyone be this filthy.
Dirty hypocrites.
Thinking of them made her honest Demon King seem a thousand times better.
'I miss you, Demon King.'
Even if she wanted to kill him on the spot, she had to hold back.
She needed to find out how much they knew about Amy's disappearance.
She planned to sever every line that could reach them.
That's why they'd come this far.
"Who issued the order to investigate candidate Amy's disappearance?"
"Do you need to know why, Rebecca?"
"Don't I need to pick a side now too?"
"......"
At those words, a glint entered the bishop's eyes.
The corner of his mouth, which had been hiding its lust with feigned calm, curled up.
"Changed your mind at last?"
"I need to climb higher as well. To become a holy knight."
"Finally wise, Rebecca."
The bishop lightly squeezed Rebecca's breast with the hand that had been headed toward Amy.
His lewd fingering elicited no sensation whatsoever.
A disgusting feeling, like cockroaches crawling over her skin.
She grimaced without realizing it.
"You'll hate it at first. But once you accept the gods, your heart will change."
"Is there higher still?"
"Curious? Hehehe, so eager. I'll tell you."
The bishop chuckled lewdly, gripping her breast tightly.
His laugh resembled that of a back-alley thug, and Rebecca found it utterly lacking in dignity.
"It was all my sole decision. The report came straight to me, but no need to worry—I reported it to my connected cardinal..."
But the bishop couldn't finish his sentence.
"Guhhh...!!"
Rebecca's kick severed the bishop's arm in an instant, sending it flying into the air.
At the same time, Amy reached out and clamped the screaming bishop's mouth shut.
"Don't touch with those dirty hands? Disgust is contagious, after all."
"Mmmph!!"
"What am I doing? Purifying a filthy hypocrite."
"Mmph!! Mmm!"
It was a voice she didn't want to hear.
She wanted to punch a hole through his yap right then to silence him forever.
Behead him.
Behead him.
The moment she confirmed he had no lines connected upward, there was no mercy left for him.
Purification in the Demon King's name.
Rebecca removed her mask.
Etched clearly on her cheek was the devil's symbol, the inverted pentagram.
"Gaaaaah!!!"
The bishop's eyes bulged at the sight of the demonic symbol.
But powerless rage is so fleeting.
His horrified scream didn't reach Rebecca.
"Lady Amy, shall I eliminate him now?"
"No."
Amy shook her head.
"Just killing him would be a blessing. This scum needs far worse retribution."
Even Rebecca could sense the intense fury on Amy's smiling face—fury too much for her to bear.
"How dare a hypocrite like you lay your filthy hands on the body blessed by the Demon King. Unforgivable."
Amy's red pupils glowed, her whites beginning to turn black.
"Mmmphgh!!!"
The bishop writhed in agony at the sight, but his old, frail, lust-filled body couldn't shake off Amy.
"Be honest with those desires of yours—your rough, filthy appetites and lusts."
Demonic energy flowed from Amy's hand, enveloping the bishop.
"You'll hate it at first. But once you accept the Demon King, your heart will change."
Amy threw the bishop's own words back at him verbatim.
His desperately thrashing old body began to rot rapidly.
His whites turned red, bones twisted. Flesh decayed, liver-spotted skin clinging to bone.
Crack!
Even as his bones twisted, his shattered mind couldn't muster a scream.
Kieek!
The bishop let out a bizarre screech, his teeth sharpening into monstrous fangs.
His eyes bloodshot red, back hunched, skin fully rotted—he had become a ghoul.
"Grrrk!"
Unlike an ordinary ghoul, beyond the sharp, grotesque fangs and claws, his emaciated body sported a disproportionately massive cock dangling obscenely.
As if all the rotted flesh had converged there.
"Fulfill your desires completely."
Desolation and Lewdification, mixed with various curses she'd learned from Yulia—creating a ghoulification curse.
The bishop would now live out his remaining few days consumed by lust before being hunted down.
Why?
Because she'd make it so.
"Kyaaah!!"
Amy screamed and collapsed.
Rebecca donned her mask again and drew her sword.
"Lady Amy, what happened?!"
Bang!
Guards armed with spears burst through the door.
In their eyes, there was no bishop—only a horrific ghoul.
The bishop's mitre atop the ghoul's head revealed its identity.
"N-no way?"
"The bishop turned into a ghoul. D-demons did this. Sob!"
Watching Amy act so calmly, Rebecca thought to herself.
What an incredible woman.
Never antagonize her.
A chill ran down her spine.
"I'll protect the saintess candidate. You chase it."
"Yes, understood! Lady Rebecca!"
"After it!"
The spear-wielding guards pursued the ghoul.
Crash!
The ghoul shattered a window and fled.
The soldiers vanished in pursuit of the ghoul.
"Idiots. Judging by appearances without seeing the truth inside."
"The limit of hypocrites."
The two women sneered at the departed and melted into the shadows.
And shortly after.
The bishop's office burned to the ground in a sudden blaze.
In time, those who witnessed the bishop-turned-ghoul spread rumors that he had defied the gods' teachings and received divine punishment.
"Not heading to the knight barracks?"
Amy asked as they left Mir City.
"......Not yet. I can't convert them all on my own."
Rebecca adjusted her mask and gazed with lingering reluctance at the bustling knight barracks.
But that reluctance wasn't for the past.
It was pity that they hadn't yet tasted the same happiness as her.
'Huuuup.'
The Demon King's scent still lingered.
Thinking of returning home made her lower body wet.
Such were the two women being watched.
'Who are they?'
The red-haired woman with horns atop her head, Frederike, tailed the two emitting an eerie aura.
It took quite a while to heal the wound from the max-level rabbit.
Almost ten days lost.
Even the Demon King's superhuman regenerative powers struggled with it.
That deep a wound.
"Demon King, here."
Yulia wiped my body here and there with a handkerchief.
Even when I said I could wash myself, she freaked out and stopped me.
'If the wound festers, it'll be disastrous. We must preserve your jade body, Demon King.'
Watching her diligently tend to me in silence only intensified my growing lust.
Ah.
Fuck, I want to rail her so bad.
Is it because of the Demon King's body?
Or from not getting any action these past few days focused on treatment?
Just seeing Yulia wipe me down had my cock rock-hard and throbbing.
"Phew, Yulia."
"No. You're still too weak, Demon King."
Damn bitch.
Everything's great, but she really doesn't get my feelings.
The message saying I'd die without mixing with Yulia still haunted me.
About 300 days left now.
Two months already gone.
Ten months to fuck Yulia or kick the bucket.
"Feeling desire for me again?"
"With the ultimate succubus around? Weird if I didn't."
I stroked her waist with my unbroken left arm.
My shoulder still ached, but way better than when it was snapped.
"But I prioritize your body above all. Pouncing on me now would kill you."
"Really?"
"Shall we test it?"
Yulia's face looked sad as her panties peeked out.
As if I'd actually die if I pushed further.
"Fine. No need."
Not desperate enough to gamble my life.
Huh? Ten whole months left?
Sometimes you need that positive spin.
And right then.
"Demon Kiiiiing!"
Ariana came charging in, [Charm♡] floating above her head.