Week 1 Epilogue: Erden Pavel
Erden didn’t care that dirt was staining her priestess robes. She dropped down beside the collapsed elder and took his wrinkled hand. It felt like a dry twig that might crumble at the slightest pressure, carrying neither strength nor warmth.
“Run away… Sister… The plague has broken out. The plague…”
The old man’s face was blackened with death, the whites of his eyes stained a sickly yellow. Erden gripped his trembling hand tightly and traced a holy cross on his forehead. The moment she withdrew her fingers, soft light settled over his body. His labored, gasping breaths smoothed into peaceful rhythm, as though the struggle had never been real.
It’s not sister. It’s saintess. She muttered the correction to herself, then glared at the priests standing in formation behind her.
“…Send in the purifiers and monks at once. Were you not supposed to move the instant this began? Must I spell out everything?”
“Forgive us…!”
The cleric behind her, overwhelmed by the intense divine power Erden had just released, hurriedly drew a cross and whispered the name of God. He rushed toward the cluster of people without another word.
Erden gazed down at the village, now thick with the stench of death energy and the sickening smell of roasting flesh.
“Cultists. Even so, to think they would dare set up so close to Valter…”
She let out a long sigh. Kneeling where she stood, she murmured in the divine tongue. A blinding radiance poured down over the village, far stronger than sunlight, and exploded.
—Kieeeeeek!!!
—The saintess! The saintess! The saintess has come!!
Black shapes burst from a corner of the village, shrieking in agony. They melted beneath the overwhelming trace of divine power no ordinary human could produce, spat curses at Erden, and vanished without leaving so much as a shadow.
“…How boring. Every last one of them.”
Was that all? Erden watched the group in pure white robes hurry into the village. The cultists would have evaporated under that holy light, not even ash remaining. The others would now deal with the foul sorcery the cultists had left behind and tend to the victims.
“Aah, Marei… I already miss you. So his adoptive mother is Labella de Pawen…”
People trapped inside buildings began to emerge. Tents were raised everywhere to treat the wounded. Under normal circumstances, anything tainted by death energy would have been burned without hesitation. But the saintess chosen by God had purified the place herself; no such tragedy would occur.
Erden turned her head toward Valter in the distance. What was Marei doing right now? He had said he was going to school. He must have arrived by now. Was he adjusting well? Perhaps he had already toppled a female student or a female teacher.
Hehe… Have I truly gone mad?
Just thinking of Marei made the smile on her lips impossible to suppress. A saintess carrying a man in her heart. And a boy at that. It was so pathetic she could only laugh. Yet even though she recognized how wretched it was, she felt happy. Had she ever been this joyful before?
Erden stared blankly at the sky. She was not praying to God. She was simply continuing her thoughts of Marei. He had mentioned a mother. That woman must have been shaped by him as well. What a wicked child he was…
Erden slowly stroked her pussy over her robes—no, her hidden entrance. When Marei touched her there, pleasure had made her gush instantly. Now it felt merely dull, the sensation overwhelmingly flat.
“Ah~, I want to see Marei.”
Marei de Pawen. His face, his voice, his smile. And that enormous cock. The images rose vividly before her eyes. And if it was de Pawen, then surely he was connected to the empire’s… Erden shook the thought away. That damned dragon bastard.
A coarse curse slipped from her lips.
“I hope Marei… is thinking of me too.”
Even for a minute. No, even for a single second.
Erden kept the words trapped in her throat. For some reason, her pride stung.
It seemed the situation had been brought under control. The priests on the hill bowed toward her in greeting. Erden raised her hand lightly in response.
“So many people revere me like this… I am such a magnificent being… Do you understand that yet?”
Bad boy. Look what you’ve turned me into.
As her fantasies of Marei continued, heat slowly rose through Erden’s body. No one would dare climb the hill until she descended, so she lifted her skirt and began to caress her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes.
“As expected, it’s no good unless it’s Marei… Mmh… It’s not enough…”
After thrusting her fingers a few times, a small gush of arousal left her. Yet there was no satisfaction. It felt lacking. She could endure the hunger of lust itself. What she could not endure was the emptiness. The hollow feeling.
Erden recalled the sticky, heated nights she had spent with Marei.
“Filling sister’s insides with cum, over and over, again and again… If it had been here, would I have become pregnant…?”
She stroked her pussy slowly. Waves of pleasure brushed past but failed to even wet her ankles.
“If it were Marei… like this… Mmh… Yes, aah, there, right there, sister’s… mmh…”
If it were Marei—the boy who had made her his prisoner, who had turned her into little more than a sex slave—just imagining his touch felt dozens of times better than her own fingers. The act that had brought only emptiness began to burn hot.
“Aah, Marei, ravish your sister, mmh, Marei, I love you, I love you more than anyone, aah, Marei… Hic…!”
Erden’s body slowly collapsed backward. Still it was not enough. It felt like nothing more than dousing an urgent flame. The pleasure Marei gave her was like a crushing wave that threatened to shatter her entire body. Doing it alone was no more than dipping her ankles in a shallow stream. Even when she pretended it was Marei’s hand, it only barely filled her thighs.
“Haa, haa, Marei… You wicked boy… Turning a saintess into this…”
Erden closed her widely spread legs once more. The saintess’s sacred robes, worth more than the same weight in mithril, would erase every trace of moisture within seconds. She created holy water with her divine power, gently washed her hand drenched in arousal, and rose to her feet.
“At this rate I won’t even be able to masturbate anymore…!”
She kicked the ground hard. Dust swirled violently from the tip of her shoe.
He truly was a wicked boy. Or perhaps a good one. Even when dispatched because of her masturbation addiction, she would pour out divine power, erect a barrier no one could enter, and spend her time that way. Yet no one dared complain. More accurately, they could not even form a complaint.
“I should finish this quickly and make some clothes for Marei. Hehe…”
The divine authority she displayed inspired only reverence. Everyone was too busy worshiping the miracle of a human scattering power beyond mortal limits. And because she created her own isolated space and forbade entry with divine power, rumors had begun to spread that she suffered from the recoil of using such enormous strength. None of it mattered.
Seeing the priests running toward her, Erden raised her voice.
“I will assist in healing the sick. What is the current situation?”
“It must be difficult for you, Saintess. Please rest. We can handle everything.”
“I am fine now. I did not overexert myself. Lead me to the patients at once.”
The priests drew crosses at the sight of her and called upon God. They prayed fervently, awed by the power that made her seem like a true incarnation of the divine and by her devoted compassion in coming to the field despite the recoil of using such strength.
What could Marei be doing right now?
Erden paid them no attention. Inside her head there was only her little master. As divine power radiated from her, the sick rose to their feet. The clerics who had exhausted their own power stared in astonishment at the abundant holy energy now filling them.
Erden glanced at those who had called for her, confirmed there were no more wounded, and without another word moved straight to her monastery.
“Marei’s mother… or should I say mom?”
Labella de Pawen. Erden recalled the dragon’s granddaughter she had seen in her memories. A dragonian whose eye color and hair color were complete opposites. She was the benefactor who had summoned Marei to Valter, the mother of the boy she loved most in the world, yet…
“She’s definitely doing it with mom… in the morning… and before bed… without stopping, right? Because Marei is such a wicked son?”
Whether it was a saintess’s intuition or some nameless sense, it told her that she too was a prisoner of that young boy.
Erden lay down in the sunlit courtyard and slowly removed her clothes. She remembered the satisfaction she had felt crawling around this very area while Marei tugged on her leash.
Should she buy a collar with Marei’s name engraved on it and wear it everywhere? Just the thought made her pussy grow wet.
“I want to become Marei’s mom too… Aah, Marei…”
With her clothes half removed, Erden slowly caressed her pussy. It was not enough. Every time she thought of the name Marei, her hips twitched, so she slid a finger into her ass as well.
“Would it be all right to go see him…? At school…”
Erden shook her head. For the sake of the boy she loved, she would strip naked and walk the streets if necessary, but that was not the path he needed. What if she went to his school? Almost no one would recognize her, but if someone who did recognize her tried to harm Marei?
The terrifying image made Erden sit up abruptly. Her half-worn clothes slipped away completely, revealing her dazzling naked body. She paid it no mind and checked the protective spell she had secretly cast for Marei. It was still intact. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was foolish to worry when the principal of Marei’s school was there, but when it came to Marei she no longer cared whether she was being a fool.
“Then visiting his house should be fine… Aah, Marei, Marei…”
That green lizard’s granddaughter would surely have beautiful green hair. Sometimes when Marei took her ass while calling her “mom,” her pride had crumpled entirely, yet Erden had only lifted her hips higher and shaken her waist harder, desperate to feel his pleasure for even one more second.
“Would she look like me…? Hehe, it doesn’t matter… Hic…”
The first one had struck her especially hard. Erden understood that. She simply understood. It frustrated her. The finger inside her ass became two, and her waist trembled more violently than before.
“…If I killed her, Marei would be sad, wouldn’t he…? Yes, Marei is a good boy… Aah…”
Erden’s hips rose high. Her pussy poured arousal without pause. Marei, Marei. Repeating his name while touching herself made it feel as if he were right in front of her. Yes, it was still lacking, but this was something. Erden bit her lip hard.
“Then I’ll do better, work harder, keep going, cry like a cat, show my belly, spread whenever you tell me to. I’ll become your perfect slave… I’ll be your first… Aah… Ah… Uht…!!”
Erden’s hips collapsed to the ground. What if she could not be first? The thought filled her with strange fear. But even those worries faded when she imagined Marei.
“Any number is fine… Just let me stay beside you… Marei… Marei…”
She had reached climax, yet it did not feel like one. It only left her aching, as if she had been teased. Erden slowly pushed her fingers inside herself again. For some reason, tears threatened to spill.
The title of saintess felt suffocating. She had lived thinking it was tolerable, but now only frustration surged out. What would it feel like to live with Marei? How would that perverted little brat handle her?
An excited breath escaped Erden’s lips.
Trash cultists were everywhere. If she carelessly revealed her location, the chance that Marei would be endangered rose sharply. She could perfectly block prying eyes within this area, but anything farther was impossible. That damned dragon would notice the moment she lingered near the school.
“I could serve him so much better… Aah, Marei… Just wait a little longer. I will… I will…”
The fingers in her ass began to thrust faster and faster. Thirsty. Not enough. The thoughts filled her mind, but there was nothing she could do for now. She was second at the moment, but she would soon become first. Even if she could not, if he would only let her stay by his side, violate her, fill her with cum, and stroke her hair, then nothing else mattered.
Erden let out a small sigh.
“I’ll make it so I can do it here too…”
She looked at her dripping pussy, then up at the sky. A small laugh escaped her.
“Ah, I miss Marei.”
Her murmur echoed through the empty garden of the monastery.