Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Saintess, Eve Seraphia (2)
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'What the hell is that woman?'
Sharing my vision with the tentacle slime scout, my tentacle monster instincts reacted immediately to the scene. A surge of excitement welled up from deep inside me.
Out of the five people there, four were beneath my notice. Men could never pique my interest.
Just that one woman.
The woman they called the Saintess was stunningly beautiful.
But what was surprising was that her beauty wasn't the main source of my excitement.
'What is that...'
Those breasts.
Her breasts were a work of art. Overwhelming was the only word for them.
Men love breasts. Just lumps of fat, yet guys go wild for them.
I was no different—one of those who believed bigger was better, as long as it didn't ruin the aesthetics.
Gazing at those sensual breasts washed away my worries and turmoil, even healing my mind.
Breasts even larger than Amy's or Elrine's! And hips to match—full, childbearing perfection!
A lewd body that any man would inevitably get hard for, truly befitting the title of Saintess.
'A pouch of holy power, huh.'
Why do all the Saintesses in media have such voluptuous figures? I didn't know the reason, but it felt right—a woman with such definitive assets as a Saintess beat a flat-chested one any day.
That was the epitome of a body optimized for pregnancy. I couldn't help but nod in agreement.
'But why is a Saintess here?'
Once I'd finished appraising her body, a perfectly reasonable question arose.
I knew about Saintesses.
A Saintess was a woman who wielded holy power.
She lived alone in a sacred sanctuary—an inviolable holy domain—and once a month, she emerged to heal the wounded and spread compassion. That was a Saintess.
The holy power of a Saintess had no limits, and depending on her skill, she could heal wounds, save the sick, and even cure curses.
It made sense, really—the goddess they served was Stella, creator of this world.
A Saintess, able to wield even a fraction of her power, was basically a cheat code in this world.
Of course, there were restrictions.
To prevent the overpowered holy power from upsetting the world's balance, the goddess had imposed limits.
A Saintess had to pray continuously for 28 days to gather holy power. That power could only be used for healing. And it all vanished after a single day.
A Saintess spent 28 days locked in a massive, empty building, praying alone. When the 28 days ended and she could wield her power, she'd step out briefly to heal those who came to her.
After healing, she'd take just one day of rest before shutting herself away again to pray nonstop.
Saintesses were untouchable, inviolable figures, revered and trusted by all. But honestly, they didn't live happy lives.
They had no freedom and couldn't wander the world at will.
The conditions to be chosen as a Saintess required a woman of pure virginity with a kind and gentle heart, so no one had ever openly complained about the lifestyle—except for one.
Anyway, why was one here?
I racked my brain.
In the previous game, there had been exactly 105 Saintesses across the continent.
Originally 108, but two had died of old age, and one had renounced her holy power to flee for freedom.
Maybe to restore the number to 108, the goddess had selected three new ones. It was possible.
In the previous game, there hadn't been a single sanctuary anywhere nearby.
I looked toward Amy.
- Amy.
"Yes!"
If I didn't know something, I just had to ask.
Amy had the most knowledge among my women. And Saintesses were famous—almost everyone on the continent knew of them.
- Do you know anything about Saintesses? How many there are, and if there's one nearby.
"Oh, Saintesses?"
- Yeah, Saintesses.
She nodded as she answered.
"Hehe, of course I do! If you're asking how many, there are 108 Saintesses in total."
108.
So three had been added recently, as expected.
- And? Any nearby?
"Nearby... Ah! Yes, there is. About half a year ago, I heard a new Saintess was chosen and set up a sanctuary in the forest around here. I don't remember her name, but yeah, there probably is one!"
Then the woman facing off against the Giant Eyes was indeed a Saintess.
No wonder I didn't know— she'd only become one half a year ago.
I'd had countless conversations with Amy and my other women so far. I'd asked a lot about the Lily Guild in particular, and from that, I'd pieced together some facts.
One was that I was in the time period after the 'true ending' of the previous game.
And by cross-referencing the Lily Guild's achievements timeline with what my women told me about past events, I'd figured it was about a year after that true ending.
So a new Saintess half a year ago? No surprise I was clueless.
'Hmm. Anyway, I want her.'
That Saintess was right up my alley. I let my gaze linger greedily on her body, feeling my cock throb massively.
I wanted to ravish her lewd form right then, to plunge into thick, primal mating as male and female.
"But Lord Tentacle, why the sudden interest in the Saintess?"
As my cock twitched, Amy tilted her head curiously.
- There's a Saintess in this forest right now. A bit further ahead, and we'll run into her. She's facing off against a Giant Eye.
"Oh, really?"
Amy blinked in surprise, then muttered to herself.
"If she's out here, it must be her one day of freedom."
I replied to her.
- Seems like it. More importantly, Amy, do you know much about the Saintess in this forest?
Amy scratched her head at my question.
"Ehehe, actually, I don't know much about this forest's Saintess. I only heard she was newly chosen half a year ago. I wasn't that interested. Sorry."
- No need to apologize.
I stroked Amy's head, and she grinned happily.
Fair enough. Nevis Forest wasn't in Phrygia Alliance territory anyway, so Amy had no reason to know the details.
"Oh, and new Saintesses are still in their training period, so they're not famous yet since they can't handle holy power well."
That checked out too.
Saintesses typically started performing properly about 20 years after beginning to wield holy power.
Before that, even 28 days of prayer could barely heal one or two minor wounds.
That's why veteran Saintesses' sanctuaries were swarmed with guards and pilgrims, while rookies' were often dusty ghost towns.
This one was a rookie too, then.
Six months in, she might struggle to heal even a light bruise.
The five armored people who looked like her escorts.
They seemed weak for Saintess guards, but it fit for a newbie.
The elderly knight, Jerpha, had average physical stats around 30, but the rest hovered in the low teens.
Soldiers? Squire apprentices maybe. Far below proper knights.
Jerpha could probably take six Giant Eyes alone, but protecting the Saintess while doing it? High difficulty.
Not like Amy, who could unleash devastating AoE magic.
I pondered briefly, then sent telepathy to Elrine, Piona, Amy, Rosa, and Yuri.
- Let's detour for a sec and head somewhere else. The Saintess is in danger. If we go straight, we'll hit it right on.
"""Yes!"""
I made sure they all heard my telepathic words. Piona, Rosa, Amy, and Elrine—who'd overheard my chat with Amy and knew about the Saintess—immediately veered off with enthusiastic replies.
"Saintess..."
Yuri responded to my order but murmured the word low, her expression oddly complex.
I shrank my body as small as possible and slipped into Yuri's pocket. A basic tentacle pat on her head perked her ears up, and she smiled happily again.
As my level rose, the range for freely resizing my body had expanded.
At minimum now, I could shrink to fist-sized.
This small, I couldn't hide the dungeon cores, gold bars, and jewels from the rune warehouse anymore, but they'd already been stashed in my women's bags, so no issue.
When leaving the warehouse, the women had grabbed not just clothes and underwear, but bags and anything useful too.
They weren't naked anymore—back to looking like proper armed adventurers, like when we first met.
I directed the women on the route, and they bolted toward the spot I'd described.
They were so fast, civilian Elrine rode on Yuri's back.
Tatadak—
Soon, the women were close enough to sense the Saintess and monsters.
"Huh? But Lord Tentacle."
- Yeah?
Amy asked curiously.
"Should we save the male escorts with the Saintess too?"
Male escorts?
Amy was referring to the men besides Jerpha, who was getting pushed back by the Giant Eye.
The other women seemed curious too, waiting for my answer.
Male escorts, huh.
No need to save them, but no need to kill them either.
It went against my tentacle monster instincts to claim women as subordinates and slaughter men, but since it was a 'Saintess,' there was a more elegant way. I had an idea.
- Save them for now. But why ask?
"Hehe, I figured you'd say kill all the men and just save the Saintess. I thought you'd teach her the joys of being a female."
The joys of being a female.
- I will teach her those joys. Just a different method.
I replied. But what was truly surprising...
- Still, Amy. You're okay with killing men?
Eventually, when we set up the dungeon, they'd have to kill other humans.
But I hadn't expected her to casually ask if she should let men die already.
"It's an order from you, Lord Tentacle. Of course I have to obey!"
Her innocent reply made me marvel once more at the power of Yin Gate of Love and Submission.
She already prioritized my commands above all. Her entire thought process had been rewired around me. Truly terrifying potency.
- For now, save the men too. But prioritize the Saintess not getting hurt.
"Got it!"
Amy answered, and the other women nodded along with our conversation.
We arrived at the Saintess's location moments later.
Slash—!
The instant we arrived, Yuri and Piona charged in, severing the Giant Eyes' necks in a flash.