Chapter 131
Chapter 131
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 131
Chapter Title: Saintess Violet (1)
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At that moment, as always, Saintess Violet—who served the Goddess—was kneeling gracefully before the statue of the Goddess, her eyes quietly closed in prayer.
Due to her image as the Saintess, the public easily assumed she spent her entire day in the chapel, praying to the Goddess for the peace of the continent from dawn till dusk.
But she was the Saintess, the Goddess's proxy, the leader of the priests and Holy Knights who served the Goddess.
Of course, she wished she could pray to her beloved Goddess all day long, just like everyone else. However, she had mountains of work to handle: reviewing and approving reports from churches dedicated to the Goddess scattered across every region, along with all sorts of other documents.
As such, in a position unbecoming of her status as Saintess, the time she could dedicate to prayer each day was a mere three hours—split into one hour each at morning, noon, and evening.
Of course, when her workload was light or when Christia—the leader of the Crusaders who served her most closely and held the second-highest position in the Goddess Church after the Saintess herself as Holy Knight Captain—took over some of her duties, that prayer time could extend by another thirty minutes to an hour.
For the Saintess, who took pride in the fact that her prayers could bring peace to the continent, this extra time was more precious and tempting than tasting the sweetest honey.
Of course, today was not one of those days.
Even as a faint melancholy settled in her heart, she prayed to the Goddess, wishing for the safe return of the eight Holy Knights who had departed for the black mountain ridges, and beseeching Her to watch over them even just a little.
Meanwhile, Christia—the silver-haired Female Knight who stood steadfastly by Violet's side as always—couldn't help but smile contentedly at the holy aura emanating from the Saintess, an auspicious energy that was beginning to envelop not just the chapel but the entire church.
Just brushing against it filled her chest with abundance, making her want to hum a tune, but as Holy Knight Captain, she couldn't afford to be reckless during the Saintess's prayer time.
So Christia simply gazed quietly at Violet, who was steadfastly continuing her prayers despite nearly facing great peril just recently.
'As always, she's so graceful and beautiful.'
It might not be her place to say so, as she was one of the two flowers of the Goddess alongside Saintess Violet in the eyes of men, but Christia was oblivious to such rumors and had no interest in them anyway.
Her sole concern was the well-being of the Saintess, Violet.
And as if the heavens were moved by Christia's heartfelt devotion, the sun—previously shrouded by clouds—suddenly peeked out cautiously.
Soon after, it began showering gentle sunlight through the rainbow-hued stained glass near the head of the Goddess statue, carved in the shape of a halo to represent Her divine light.
To anyone else, it might have been just a fleeting change in the weather as the sun briefly emerged from the clouds. But to Christia, who served the Saintess, the brilliant radiance pouring down on Violet looked exactly like the Goddess bestowing a ray of grace upon Her chosen one.
Christia inwardly praised her, thinking, As expected of the Saintess, in this picture-perfect scene that deserved endless admiration. She vowed to fulfill her own duties to the best of her ability.
She was about to direct her silent resolve first to the Goddess statue, then to Violet.
"…?"
Suddenly, as Christia stared at the back of Violet's head, covered by her light purple hair, she tilted her head in puzzlement.
'Was the Saintess always this beautiful?'
It wasn't that she had been unattractive before.
If her usual beauty could be described not as flashy but as the pure loveliness of a violet basking in warm sunlight across vast fields…
Then what was this now? It felt like gazing at a shyly trembling rapeseed flower.
Why rapeseed flower, of all things? Christia couldn't explain.
It was just an image that had suddenly flitted through her mind.
'Come to think of it, I've felt a slight sense of incongruity with the Saintess's appearance lately.'
Christia's eyes drifted to the plump buttocks hidden just beneath Violet's light purple hair, as she knelt demurely.
'They were definitely more spacious before… hmm…'
Even after years of wearing it since ascending to the role of Saintess, Violet's ceremonial dress—an open gown modeled after the Goddess's robes—had never quite fit her properly.
Whenever she knelt like this in prayer, the fabric would puff out loosely around her hips, softly concealing her cute little rear.
Of course, being semi-transparent like the veil on her head, the hem of the dress occasionally revealed glimpses of the Saintess's pristine white panties teetering on the edge of visibility.
But what about now?
'Her buttocks… ahem… the outline of her hips is so pronounced that even the silhouette of her underwear is clearer… no, it's definitely clearer.'
Having guarded the Saintess's side without fail every single day, Christia was certain this wasn't just her imagination.
How could the once-round drape of her clothing become this form-fitting overnight? Even just looking at her buttocks now proved it.
The silhouette was visible, yes, but…
Where had the image of those cute, plump, milky-white cheeks she'd glimpsed in the bath gone? Now they hinted at the allure of a mature woman?
…Not that she wasn't mature already.
But Christia had observed Violet for years.
Moreover, such minor habits were hard to notice and correct without someone pointing them out.
Yet if it had changed now, that meant some event had shifted her mindset, prompting her body to adapt accordingly…
Then, a memory from a few days ago flashed through Christia's mind.
'Yes, including the day the brothers departed to serve by His side, and when she endured such ordeals from that ferocious beast.'
How could she forget?
That jet-black corruption trying to prey on the Saintess right before her eyes—that massive incident.
She had been ordered to keep silent about it until they identified the man wielding that corruption and the woman corrupted by him, as it could sow chaos across the continent.
Yes, if there had been a trigger, it must have been then.
'She nearly succumbed to that outrageous evil aura, yet rose above it instead. She's resolved to confront evil head-on.'
Christia had thought Violet would remain a fragile fledgling needing her protection forever, but contrary to her expectations, Violet had already grown bold enough to face the world's harsh storms with her own wings.
Christia held back tears of emotion and nodded secretly to herself. Yes, that was it. The Saintess was a full adult, boldly standing against that wicked force. All she needed to do was fulfill her own role.
'Yes, for that—for wherever the Saintess treads, be it a thousand-fathom depth or a pit of fire—I will follow.'
The occasional strange, beastly cries echoing from near the Saintess's bedroom? Any intent to inquire if she knew anything about them had long been erased from her mind.
As Christia resolved to pray to the Goddess alongside Violet and began slowly kneeling—
Suddenly, the chapel doors burst open with a bang, and a fierce gust of wind surged into the sacred space brimming with holy energy.
It wasn't just a passing breeze; the sunlight illuminating the stained glass had already been swallowed by dark clouds, vanishing from sight.
Candles lit throughout the chapel for prayer began extinguishing one by one, unable to withstand the wind.
"Saintess!"
"Stay put!"
"!"
Christia, about to draw the shield from her back to guard Violet, froze at the firm voice.
"This is a revelation. For some reason, She is urgently calling for me right now. Telling me to… look at something…"
"She, You mean?!"
The Goddess had bestowed a revelation upon the Saintess? But did it really need to manifest with such an eerie wind?
'No, perhaps this is Her way of impressing upon us little lambs the urgency of the situation.'
A deliberate warning that what She wants us to see is this dangerous…!
Even so, preparing for any contingency, Christia swiftly moved behind Violet. She raised her kite shield—white with a red cross emblem—from her back and drew her sword from the sheath embedded within it.
"If You need aid, just say the word."
"Yes! Hoo…"
'What in the world does She wish to show me?'
As Violet squeezed her eyes shut with a soft groan, sunlight once more faintly pierced through the clouds beyond the stained glass halo around the Goddess statue.
This time, it wasn't mere whimsical weather—it was a true miracle wrought by the Goddess Herself.
Under normal circumstances, Christia would have dropped to her knees here and prayed in gratitude, but given the circumstances, she could only worry.
She didn't know what the Goddess wanted to reveal, but there was nothing she could do.
Only pray for Violet's safety.
Thus, under Christia's protection, as Violet surrendered to the energy sent by the Goddess—
📜 DIVINE REVELATION 📜 —Come, behold Me as much as you desire! My form! Engrave the sight of Me sharing love with Master deep into those eyes of yours... Kuhuuung... Th-that's... an order...♥ "?!?!?!?!?!?!"