Chapter 553: A Predicted Meeting
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 553: A Predicted Meeting
I’d pulled Milena into a sudden embrace, but I wasn't so far gone that I'd actually fuck a nun in a church.
At most, I had her sit on my lap while we talked, accepting the snacks she offered while subtly caressing her breasts and thighs.
To be honest, it was a bit of a shame. She might not have been on the Tower Lord's level, but Milena was still quite a beauty.
But as a nun sworn to chastity, she didn't seem to want to go any further.
Of course, that didn't last. Eventually, Milena was the one to pull me in by the neck and crash her lips against mine.
And I didn't stop there.
Squelch, squelch—♡
“Hngh, heuh, nghh…!!♡ W-We shouldn't be doing this… Hnngh?!!♡”
Whether it was the potent effect of my pheromones and skills, I don't know, but when I ripped her stockings and started fingering her, Milena began leaking juices, panting out breathless moans.
With her guard completely down, I took the opportunity to get off once from a handjob, once from a blowjob, once from a titjob, and a final time from some dry humping.
Apparently, anything short of actual penetration was okay with her.
Bang—
A little over an hour after our arranged time, Bishop Makarius burst through the door in a hurry.
“My apologies. The quantity was too large to process all at once, so the paperwork took longer than expected.”
“Not at all. Thanks to Miss Milena, I hardly noticed the time passing.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Hearing my words, Bishop Makarius breathed a sigh of relief and gave a pleased smile to Milena, who was sitting beside me.
We were pressed so close together anyone would have thought we were lovers.
But the bishop saw nothing strange about it, thanks to the Bible that lay open on the table.
“Yes. I’ve actually been personally interested in the Lord’s teachings, and Sister Milena explained them in a way that was easy to understand. I was particularly impressed by the passage, ‘Love is patient, love is kind; it bears all things and endures all things.’”
“Is that really so? Haha, that’s wonderful news.”
Of course, it was a lie.
I didn't particularly dislike religion, but I didn't believe in it, either.
“If you wish, Sir Baronet, I can submit a recommendation for you to receive an honorary priesthood.”
“I’ll consider it favorably.”
Squeeze—
“Ngh…”
Smiling amiably, I secretly squeezed Milena’s ass, hidden from the bishop’s view.
As my fingers dug into her crack and brushed against her pussy, her body twitched.
“Hm? Milena, your face is a little red. Are you feeling unwell?”
“I-I’m fine…”
“Hmm…”
Perhaps sensing something was off from the slight tremor in Milena’s voice, Bishop Makarius tilted his head, looking at us with suspicion.
Not wanting to get caught, I decided to take the lead.
“Bishop. Is that what I requested?”
“Hm? Ah, yes. It is.”
I pointed to a large box held by a young priest who had entered the room with the bishop.
The priest gave a brief nod and carefully placed the box on the table.
It was filled with Holy Water.
“As requested on the note, five high-grade, fifteen mid-to-high-grade, and thirty mid-grade, for a total of fifty vials.”
“Is this all the high-grade Holy Water you have?”
I had specifically written that he should get me as much high-grade Holy Water as possible.
I’d expected at least ten vials.
As I let my disappointment show, Bishop Makarius hesitated for a moment, glancing at me nervously before continuing.
“…High-grade Holy Water takes quite some time to produce, so we don't have much in stock. Furthermore, regulations require the diocese to keep a certain amount in reserve for emergencies. We were barely able to release even five vials.”
“Hmm… If that’s the case, it can’t be helped.”
I groped Milena’s ass with a disappointed look on my face.
“Then please charge it to this card.”
“Thank you. Shall we load the goods into your vehicle?”
“Yes.”
After one last firm squeeze of Milena’s ass, I stood up and handed over my card and car keys.
Perhaps because I was charging billions at once, the priest who took the card was as polite as a luxury store clerk.
If I had my way, I would have asked Milena to deliver it. It would have been perfect to go straight to a hotel.
But she said it would be difficult as she had other duties assigned to her.
A wave of deep disappointment washed over me, but the silver lining was that it wasn't an outright rejection.
As proof, right up until the moment the reception room door closed, Milena’s eyes were following only me.
*
When Bishop Makarius excused himself for some urgent business, I took the opportunity to take the box of Holy Water from the priest.
“I can carry it for you, are you sure you’ll be alright?”
“Yes. It’s not that heavy anyway. Besides, it would be rude to keep a busy man like yourself any longer.”
“But…”
The priest, from whom I’d practically snatched the box, hesitated for a moment.
But after I insisted I was fine, he finally nodded in acceptance.
The priest gave a short bow and left. Once I was alone, I put the box into my inventory.
At first, I’d planned to look around a bit since I was already here. Like a tourist.
But I’d had a change of heart.
The thought of running into that bastard Igor and ruining my mood made me decide to return to the mansion as quickly as possible.
I wasn't worried about running into him, since I was on the opposite side of the cathedral from where he was.
‘…My mistake for being so complacent.’
As I was leisurely heading for the main gate, a very familiar face blocked my path.
It was also a face no one in the world would fail to recognize.
“What a coincidence. I never expected to meet the hero of England in a place like this.”
Igor Vladimirovich Krasov.
The president of Russia.
Just like on TV, his cunning, greedy face was enough to make anyone feel uneasy.
That was exactly how I felt right now.
“…Your Excellency.”
I felt my expression about to sour, but I forced my emotions down and gave a perfunctory bow.
For the record, my dislike for him wasn't simply because he was a dictator.
I wasn't a Russian citizen, after all.
‘It'd be weirder to actually like a crazy old man who hits on another man's woman.’
I was shocked when I learned he had hit on the Tower Lord dozens of times.
In fact, just a few days ago, when she had to stop by the Magic Tower for some urgent business, he had shamelessly shown up and demanded she attend an official event as his partner.
He was probably planning to attend today’s service with her.
Of course, there were plenty of other reasons to dislike him.
‘Since his inauguration, the economic growth rate has been less than 3% annually, with inflation and exchange rates soaring by the day, yet his approval rating somehow always exceeds 90%.’
It was enough to make you laugh in disbelief.
Did I need any other reason to hate a man who was incompetent, greedy, and selfish?
And despite all that, he must have been eating well, because he was still hale and hearty at over ninety years old.
For the record, the only reason Russia’s economy was maintaining even a 2% growth rate was entirely thanks to Valentina and the White Magic Tower she led.
“Insolent!”
Thump—
At that moment, a massive man reminiscent of a brown bear stepped forward, radiating a powerful aura.
He looked to be two heads taller than me.
“How dare a mere quasi-noble fail to show proper respect to His Excellency! Is the British Royal Family slighting Russia?!”
He had a brutish face that looked like it had already killed a few people, but for some reason, he seemed familiar.
‘…Ah, I remember.’
He was a famous S-rank hunter from Russia, with the grand epithet ‘Destroyer of the Frontline.’
I couldn't recall his name, but I knew he was considered quite strong.
His name hadn't been in the news for a while; turns out he was babysitting some old geezer.
I smirked and turned my gaze to Igor.
“Your Excellency. It seems you need to pay more attention to managing your pets. I know it’s trendy to keep bears in Russia, but… shouldn't a creature that barks and bites at people indiscriminately be kept on a leash?”
“?!!”
Hearing my taunt, the man’s face instantly turned beet red. His clenched fists trembled.
He looked ready to throw a punch at any second.
But I ignored him, continuing with a blatant sneer.
“To think you keep an animal that can't even control its own bowels by your side. I'm deeply concerned it might tarnish the honor of the great dicta—... I mean, President.”
“You dare!!!”
WHOOSH—!!!
At that moment, the man, unable to contain his anger, swung his fist at me.
A fist churning with ominous magic power, it looked like even a glancing blow would cause serious injury.
But his fist never reached me.
“Ugh, ngh…!!! W-What is this…?!!”
Disbelief spread across his face, as if he couldn't believe his full-power strike had been stopped by a single finger.
It goes without saying, but not all S-rank hunters are actually strong.
Since there’s no rank above it, the disparity in power between individuals is bound to be extreme.
In that sense, the very idea that the man before me was grouped in the same rank as the Duke of Rutland was laughable.
“Your Excellency.”
I looked at Igor, my face cold and hard.
“When an animal doesn't know its place and acts out, it usually ends up being euthanized.”
“…”
“And now, Your Excellency, you owe me one. After all, it would have been quite a loss if your expensive bodyguard had been injured.”
“…I see. I will be sure not to forget this.”
Igor’s face twisted into a vicious scowl.
He made no attempt to hide his vile nature, radiating unconcealed killing intent.
“Haha, that’s a relief. They say memory is the first thing to go with age, but Your Excellency is clearly on a different level from ordinary men.”
I, on the other hand, responded with an amiable smile.
Grit—
It was enough to make him grind his teeth.
“Well, I’m in a hurry, so if you’ll excuse me. Ah, and given your advanced age, you might want to refrain from grinding your teeth. It’s bad for your dental health. An old man I used to know couldn't break that habit and suffered quite a bit in his later years. Well, he’s dead now.”
Flick—
I pushed him back with a casual flick of my finger.
That alone was enough to send the man stumbling backward.
His face was a mask of pure rage, but having realized the gap in our power, he didn't dare to attack again. It was a pathetic sight.
I then gave a perfunctory bow, turned, and started walking toward the main gate.
Just then, a harsh voice came from behind me.
“If you believe the Tower Lord can protect you, you are gravely mistaken.”
It was a blatant warning, highly inappropriate to direct at a noble from another country, but I didn't pay it much mind.
After all, I was the one who crossed the line first.
“I believe it is you who is mistaken, Your Excellency. I’m not someone who needs protecting. Unlike some people, I don’t hide behind others.”
Hearing my words, Igor’s expression was strangely peculiar.
“Hehehe, just as expected of a genius mage. So bold. And so rude.”
Instead of the raw killing intent from before, he let out a foolish laugh, his eyes gleaming with the light of a madman.
“It seems you and I will be seeing each other again very soon.”
“I, too, am already looking forward to our reunion, Your Excellency.”
This was sincere.
I’d killed the governor of Gyeonggi Province; what was to stop me from killing the president of another country?
“Then I’ll see you soon. I hope it’s on a more pleasant occasion next time.”
With those final words, I left the cathedral.