Fallen Saintess! (3)
The moment I stepped into the room, I felt it—just as Klea had said, someone had broken in. But... all I could pick up was a vague presence near the bed... whereas Klea...
“You'd better not do anything stupid, Bivora. Or should I cut off that hand first?”
She seemed to know exactly what Bivora was doing right now. Even with her eyes closed, Klea wore a chilling smile directed beyond the bed, as if she could see it crystal clear. Her detection skills were impressive, sure, but she'd been blind before, so it was good that she could "see" now. Still...
“Finally crawling out, huh? Why not drop that pointless stealth already?”
“...Impressive, Sister Klea.”
A rippling distortion appeared by the bedside, and Bivora emerged from hiding. I'd just vaguely sensed he was around there, but Klea—eyes closed—had pierced right through his stealth. Wasn't Klea's Demon Eye a bit too overpowered? I'd thought it was on par with mine, or maybe a notch below... but for her to surpass her own master's? I'd been pretty proud of my own Demon Eye, but now it felt oddly underwhelming. Kinda deflating.
“...Just the three of you?”
“Why bring more for catching a rat worn out from security spells?”
“Hah... underestimating me, are you...”
Bivora looked roughed up since his escape—clothes torn in places, hair a mess. He scoffed in disbelief, but his sweaty face and ragged state screamed anything but relaxed. My Demon Eye showed his Esser reserves were rock bottom, too... Still, better stay cautious.
“...To think you'd detect me even in stealth, tracking my every move... I never imagined your senses were this sharp...”
“Hee hee hee... senses?”
One step forward. Klea approached Bivora with a laugh. Bivora looked too drained to even use skills properly... but getting that close? I moved to stop him, but Klea smiled reassuringly at me, nodded, then turned back to Bivora.
“Well... my detection is sharper than most... but even that couldn't fully pierce your stealth.”
“...What?”
“Right now, I can see your Esser and your twitching fingers plain as day.”
“...Impossible. No detection skill, no matter how good—”
“That's why I said it's not detection.”
Her high heels clicked as she took another step toward Bivora.
“......! Wh-what...!”
And then Klea did it—like she had nothing to hide, she showed Bivora her eyes.
“I told you, I can see you. Whatever you're trying, it's useless in front of my eyes.”
“...What the hell are those eyes...? Same as that monster beside you...”
At that, a fireball shot from behind Klea and exploded against Bivora's gut.
“Gah!!”
Distracted by Klea's eyes, Bivora couldn't dodge. The blast hurled him back, singeing his clothes with a small hole that exposed his scorched stomach. No flames, but it hurt.
“Insulting Master? You wanna die? Not that I planned to let you live anyway...”
“Hee hee. Better watch your mouth. Lizbet and I don't let slights against Master slide.”
“Urgh...! M-master...? You call him...?”
“Yes. That's right.”
With that, Lizbet and Klea pressed against my sides in perfect sync, mashing their tits into me like it was rehearsed. Klea handed off the horse bit, freeing my hands, and I grabbed my bitches' tits in response.
“Ahhn♡ Master♡”
“Hee hee...♡ I'm Lizbet here. And I'm... Master's devoted female slave to this superior stud♡”
“...You crazy bitches...”
Bivora stared in stunned disbelief, then shakily rose to his feet.
“To think... you'd turn into such lunatics... I heard you were Bishop Baul's lover...”
“Pfft... ahahaha! Baul? That disgusting male's lover? Me?”
“Foolish♡ Once a bitch knows Master, why pick some inferior human?♡”
Bivora's face twisted from shock to disgust, glaring daggers like we'd ruined his day. Rage boiled over.
“Disgusting... A woman like you, a saintess?”
“Hee hee. A mere human like you couldn't understand. Especially an inferior human male.”
“I don't get what makes you so smug... but I won't let a filthy whore like you become saintess.”
“Ahahat♡ Says the one trying to buy Clarice the saintess spot with prostitution cash♡”
Lizbet cackled mockingly, and Bivora ground his teeth hard enough I could see it from here, fists trembling as he edged forward.
“......I'll shove my blade through your throat. Everything you blabbed today... you'll regret it all.”
“Kukuku...♡ You? Think you can?”
“...Fuck... just watch. I will...!”
Provoked, Bivora's face crumpled as his body faded into transparency again. I lunged for the horse bit from Klea to stop his escape, but she wouldn't let go. I shot her a questioning look, and she just smiled like relax. Stepping forward, she pointed at the wall by the window.
“Lizbet. Over there.”
“Got it. Hya!”
“Gaaah!!!!”
Lizbet thrust her hand toward the spot Klea indicated, grabbing thin air like it was solid, then flung it aside. A thud echoed as the wall cracked, followed by Bivora's scream. His dagger clattered free; stealth broken, he writhed on the floor. Klea and Lizbet advanced slowly, heels clicking ominously.
I should stop them... but something told me it'd be fine. No words came out. Why? Bivora was high-level adventurer... even low on Esser, he could be dangerous. So why no sense of crisis?
“Cough, cough! Guh, wh-what the... graaaah!!!”
Bivora hacked from the impact. Klea approached, stared a moment, then stomped her near-stiletto heel into Bivora's thigh. It sank deep, blood welling up.
“Gaaaaah!! F-fuck!! Kyaaah!!”
“Aha♡ Such a sweet scream♡ Scream louder for me!”
Klea ground her heel into the wound, laughing wildly. Hoo... that looks brutal... those heels are sharp...
“Kyaaaaah! You psycho bitch!!!”
“Ahahat! This is fun! Crushing trash humans like you!”
Her demon eyes gleamed as she grinned like I'd never seen. Mommy... Klea's scary... But why did this terrifying Klea fill me with satisfaction...?
“Hee hee...♡ Bivora. Don't you get why I chatted you up? Why just us three?”
Klea yanked her heel free and squatted before Bivora, smiling innocently despite the fresh blood.
Bivora groaned up at her. Klea revealed her closed demon eyes.
“Because I never planned to let you leave alive. Why miss a chance to squash a weakened rat?”
“Urgh...! A s-saintess... committing murder...?”
“Kukukuku...♡”
She brushed back her shining golden hair, smiling sweetly.
“The moment you harmed Master, your death was sealed. Harming him is the gravest sin.”
No guilt or hesitation in her expression.
“No knights? Time was short, sure... but mostly, I wanted to kill you myself.”
“I-impossible... A saintess—no, a priestess of the Goddess... how...!”
“Nothing compares to Master.”
Klea held out her hand; Lizbet placed Bivora's fallen dagger in it.
“Klea, you don't have to—”
“Hee hee. Don't worry, Master. No, really... I want to handle this trash♡”
Sure, I'd love to beat Bivora bloody myself... but getting my bitch's hands dirty? Eh...
“G-graaaaaah!!!”
“! You little—!”
As I eyed Klea with the dagger, Bivora thrashed and shoved at her. I kicked Bivora aside flat. Didn't like blood on my bitch's hands, but shoving her? Hell no.
“Ahh...♡ Thank you, Master♡ Time to slit this trash's throat♡”
Klea grabbed Bivora's hair—sent sprawling by my kick—and yanked his head up. Uh... is this okay to let slide? My head said step in... but her vibe felt so right, words stuck.
“Hee hee... You said you'd shove your blade in my throat? Too bad—that won't happen. Hee hee...♡”
“...Fuck... no one'll accept a bitch like you as saintess... Even if not me... someone's blade'll—”
“Pfft. Save it for hell, trash.”
Cutting him off, Klea plunged the dagger into Bivora's throat. Blood sprayed from mouth and neck as he collapsed, blade embedded.
“Guhk... glk... C-Clar... sorry... ugh...”
He mumbled at the ceiling, then went limp with a twitch. Hands fell slack. Motionless.
Lizbet and Klea watched him die with eerie smiles. Klea knelt beside the body, clasped hands, eyes shut.
“Hee hee...♡ Goddess. One inferior human male heads to Your side. Guide his soul to the burning pits of hell...♡”
Her bloodied prayer whispered softly into my ears.