Chapter 136
Chapter 136
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 136
Chapter Title: Christia - In the Bathroom (1)
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On the continent, churches worshiping the Goddess had branches in every region, each with its own local chapter.
But if asked to name the one with the greatest scale and influence,
the priests and believers worshiping the Goddess would say without hesitation that it was this church right next to the capital—the one where the Saintess resides, the proxy of the Goddess whom those serving her worship and revere next only to the Goddess herself.
There was a historical reason too: it was the very first church, built even before the Goddess Church was adopted as the state religion. But faith isn't something offered just because a church is decked out in flashy decorations
or because its buildings are as grand as the royal palace.
Of course, it was only natural to devote oneself wholly to a being worthy of such unwavering faith—the living proof of the Goddess's existence, the place where generations of Saintesses had resided. For the priests, it was a holy site more than enough to justify flipping their worlds upside down and dedicating their entire lives to it.
But that was from the priests' perspective.
If speaking to the common folk,
well, when it comes to great eats, you can't help but head to the main branch instead of some franchise.
Sure, the taste is similar, but it can't quite match the master's touch.
And it's not just the flavor—seeing the artisans you'd only glimpsed on TV somehow makes it taste even better.
For ignorant commoners like themselves, the mere fact that they could pray alongside the church's pinnacle, a Saintess, was reason enough to offer their faith here.
For all these reasons, the Goddess Church's "headquarters" (?), where the Saintess resided, was inevitably far grander in size and scale than any other branch on the continent.
As the Saintess's home, it naturally featured facilities absent from churches in other regions.
One such place was this very spot, where Violet and Christia were soaking right now: the Sacred Bathhouse!
There were bathhouses for the priests, of course, but how could the Goddess's proxy, the Saintess, use the same facilities as them? That was the reasoning behind this bathhouse, built by priests and commoners alike despite the Saintess's protests.
It was no exaggeration to say it looked like a place where a heavenly Goddess might descend for a soak—holy energies wafted through the steam rising from the hot waters.
Yet between Violet and Christia, immersed there, hung an awkward silence so thick it pained any onlooker.
Bubble bubble...
To be precise, Christia was unilaterally keeping her distance from Violet.
About thirty minutes earlier,
"Mmm..."
"Saintess?"
Christia held her position, ready for anything, as Violet finally began stirring from her long revelation—like a baby bear awakening cutely from winter hibernation.
A Saintess emerging from revelation was as defenseless as during the revelation itself, so protecting her from any mishaps was the Holy Knight Captain's duty.
But the moment Violet's eyes fluttered open, Christia suddenly realized what a state she was in—what pose she was holding.
'W-wait... this position right now...?!'
Her upper body was bare, semi-nude, and not only was her hand at Violet's chin, but it was right at her lips...!!
Christia scrambled to do something, but armor wasn't like grabbing a cola from a convenience store—you couldn't just fix it in a snap.
And even for a Holy Knight Captain whose face never changed no matter the crisis, maintaining composure after realizing what she was doing to the Saintess was impossible.
In the end, before she could do anything,
"Such a beautiful pink..."
"?!?!?!"
Violet murmured her appreciation of the pink nipple reflected in her own eyes the instant she awoke from revelation. Christia rushed to explain,
but
"Ah...?!"
the Saintess quickly realized what that floating pink berry was, her face flushing as she had nowhere to look.
Violet wanted to turn away, but with Christia gripping her chin, she was forced to stare at the Holy Knight Captain's erect nipple.
But the embarrassing situation didn't last.
"Saintess, you've sweated so much. Before afternoon duties, let's bathe first."
"Eh? B-bath...? Ahh?!"
Violet tilted her head, wondering if she'd misread Christia's return to her signature blank expression. But as the Holy Knight Captain draped her mantle over Violet's body, the Saintess finally noticed her own disheveled state and straightened her clothes.
"Ugh... I'm all soaked..."
The floor around her was a sticky mess from some mysterious puddle centered on Violet, sweat still dripping down even now,
"Eh? Ehh? M-milk from my breasts...?!"
and milky fluid oozing from her soft mounds.
Violet was a total wreck.
Christia had a million questions about what Violet had seen, but her face kept heating up, so she stood casually.
"Then I'll take my leave..."
"L-let's bathe together!"
"Pardon?"
She'd refused stubbornly after that, but at the Saintess's command, time passed, leading to now—sharing the bath with Violet.
'I'm going mad. I must be insane.'
Christia pretended to be calm despite Violet's occasional glances, but she desperately wanted to crawl into any hole and hide.
'This feels weird...'
This wasn't the first time she'd seen Violet naked.
They'd bathed together often before she became Saintess, and even after, Christia had attended her baths.
She'd seen it countless times.
Yet for some reason, unlike before, she couldn't face Violet now.
To be exact, she couldn't face Violet when she was so thoroughly drenched like this. Memories of the chapel kept surfacing.
Even if unconscious, the blasphemous act she'd committed against the Saintess, her sin, kept replaying in her mind.
Resolved to confess to the Goddess before afternoon duties, Christia submerged half her face in the bath and bubbled out her breath.
But then, perhaps to break the excruciating silence,
"Ch-Christia?"
"Yes, Saintess."
Violet, half-submerged like Christia, spoke cautiously, and got an immediate reply.
"Um, well..."
"Please speak freely. Is something wrong after receiving that revelation from Her?"
"...Yes."
"Then that's a relief... Pardon?"
Splash!!
Christia shot up at Violet's words, her bouncy giant breasts sloshing bathwater everywhere like a ladle scooping it out.
"Where?! Is something wrong somewhere?! What did She show you—what happened?!"
"Kyaa!?"
Violet stared blankly at the spectacle for a moment, then splashed backward as Christia's face loomed close—but the distance only shrank.
"I'll call a physician right away! For today's security, no one enters the church—"
"It's not that I'm sick somewhere!"
Slap!
Only after Violet yelled, having glimpsed the sincerity in Christia's eyes, did the Holy Knight Captain step back. Violet clutched her chest, breathing hard, shocked by her own shout.
"I'll explain the revelation details later, but um..."
Gulp!
What if she really was unwell? Those wide, sparkling eyes full of Christia's face—hiding pain Christia couldn't imagine?!
The Saintess's well-being was the church's. If she had a serious illness, then she... she...?!
"...My pussy feels weird."
"...Pardon?"