Chapter 141
Chapter 141
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 141
Chapter Title: Sleepless Night (2)
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While the Saintess was struggling alone, Christia stood guard in front of her bedroom door until the very moment it closed, watching her retire for the night.
Even after that, she patrolled the church grounds several more times to confirm everything was secure before finally returning to her own room and changing into comfortable sleepwear.
"Hmmm..."
Now all she had to do was lie back on the bed and prepare for tomorrow's new day, but for some reason, Christia wasn't slipping under the covers. Instead, she sat there cross-legged with her arms folded, letting out a groan.
The moonlight, briefly hidden behind clouds, began to slowly scatter its glow across the world again with a gentle breeze. Her bedroom was no exception.
The soft blue moonlight filtering through the window gradually illuminated her darkened room and the bed where she sat.
"..."
Finally, it reached the object Christia had been staring at intently—a strange piece of fabric laid out plainly on her bed. At that moment, she parted her tightly closed lips.
"I cannot fathom in the slightest what meaning the Goddess intended when she bestowed this upon me, a mere lowly servant..."
A few hours earlier, after bathing with the Saintess, Christia had gone to the chapel to confess her sins and pray.
Suddenly, a dazzling burst of light poured down from the halo of the Goddess statue, directed straight at her.
Christia was at a loss, overwhelmed by this light made of pure divine power, far denser than even Violet's holy energy.
She might be hailed as a Master-level knight, one step below the living legend Eleonora Croft, but that was just among humans.
To the church, to the Goddess, Christia was merely a Holy Knight serving the Goddess and the Saintess.
No matter how much humans praised her as the undefeated Holy Knight Captain or the Goddess's Sword, she was still just a human—a lowly servant of the Goddess.
For such a being—for her, who wasn't even the Saintess but just a single Holy Knight—to receive such an overwhelming grace?!
The Goddess had answered the prayer of a mere human like her!
And that was just moments ago, when she was confessing an unforgivable sin!
Even scanning the entire holy scriptures or church history, there was no record anywhere of the Goddess responding to a single Holy Knight's prayer. Truly unprecedented!
She was witnessing and feeling a miracle that would go down in continental history.
Of course, she couldn't be sure if the Goddess had truly responded to her words—a mere sword—or to her, a sinner deserving immediate punishment.
She couldn't even discern the purpose of this immense divine power flooding her.
Was it perhaps to punish her for her heaven-defying sin?
If it was to punish her, a sinner who dared defile the Goddess's proxy, she would gladly accept. Murmuring that she entrusted everything to Her, Christia squeezed her eyes shut and prayed once more.
But contrary to her expectations, as the light began to fade and fragments of divine power scattered like grains of sand, Christia cautiously opened her eyes.
And there it was.
Something now rested on the small altar before the Goddess statue—something that hadn't been there moments before.
"What is... that...?"
As Christia puzzled over it, she sensed Holy Knights rushing toward the chapel from their patrols, drawn by the massive wave of divine power.
She decided to bar their entry, wait for the Goddess's proxy—the Saintess—to arrive, and have her reveal the object's identity and the reason the Goddess bestowed it.
This was an unprecedented event in Goddess Church history, no exaggeration. Even as the Captain leading the Holy Knights, she lacked the authority to handle it alone.
She hurried to the altar to safeguard it—
But then, amid the divine fragments dissipating like heat haze, a woman's voice whispered directly into her ear.
—This is my guidance to you, guidance for you alone... Hehe, our little secret... between us...
"!!"
Reflexively whipping her head toward the voice, Christia looked up at the statue and saw her.
A woman ascending slowly toward the heavens, using the fading sunlight as steps.
A woman with a halo above her head, just like the statue she beheld.
"L-lowly servant... I shall... uphold Your will...!"
Christia always maintained her composure in any situation, but calmly accepting this unbelievable miracle right before her eyes was like asking a lamb who had received and witnessed its Lord to stay calm—it was impossible.
Yet she managed to hold onto her reason somewhat because she was a devout believer and had trained herself more rigorously than any other Holy Knight.
As her Lord vanished completely into the light, the Holy Knights burst through the chapel doors.
Realizing then that the miracle was real, Christia swiftly tucked the fabric from the altar into her bosom, pretending nothing had happened and brushing off her subordinates.
Time passed, and now, under the moonlight illuminating her bed, Christia spread out the fabric the Goddess had bestowed—and panicked all over again.
"Th-this! This is...?!"
It was panties. Not women's triangular ones, nor the dizzyingly sensual lace she might wear to seduce someone she fancied. Not even the skimpy string kind worn by whores in brothels, barely worthy of the name.
This was—
"Aren't these men's panties?!"
Stripe pattern!
Seemingly just lines, but varying thickness and spacing allowed endless variations—narrow gaps for classic style, wide for casual. The undisputed truth of boxer shorts!
Forgetting all composure, Christia yelped as the fabric fluttered vigorously in her grip. Its identity: striking striped boxer shorts.
"Why, why give something like this to me? Why bestow men's underwear upon me?!"
The omniscient Goddess surely knew that beneath her armor, she was undeniably a woman. So why grant her men's underwear?
Was it to confront her sin?
Even if the Saintess was alluring, was this to remind her she was a woman by deliberately giving her men's panties?!
No matter that she had spread the Saintess's pure pussy and peeked at her hymen, was this—
Squeeze—
"Guh?!"
Lost in thought about the day's events, Christia shuddered at the sudden sensation from her own pussy.
"I was certain the Saintess's body had transformed into that of a woman, but I never imagined... I would end up like this too...!"
It was the fault of shoving that horny bitch's juices into her body.
Not just any, but the fresh nectar from the Saintess, who had only just awakened to sex and experienced her first heat—she'd guzzled it down full.
Like the legendary Female Knight Eleonora she'd met once, she'd thought she'd abandoned her life as a woman. But whether intentional or accident, all that effort crumbled in an instant.
"Ugh, ngh... Another surge from my pussy... The instincts as a woman I'd forgotten are all crashing back at once...!"
Thud!
Collapsing sideways in a most un-knightly manner, Christia knew it. She was in heat.
Her body, ignited by the Saintess earlier, demanded payment for ignoring it—she could feel her pussy and womb screaming.
And it came rushing back.
The scent of the Saintess's pussy nectar flooding her body—that unique violet fragrance climbing her throat, tickling her nose, reaching her brain.
"N-no... I'm the Goddess's Sword...! I can't commit the blasphemy of getting aroused again by remembering the Saintess's pussy juices...!"
That's why she'd confessed to the Goddess and begged for punishment.
To prevent this worst-case scenario of heating up to the Saintess's scent, she'd asked the Goddess to punish this body directly.
"Haa... No... I can't stop my hand... If this goes on, I'll really, truly comfort my pussy with my own hand while remembering the Saintess's scent...!"
Even as the vulgar word "pussy" slipped from her lips, a sign of her lowly sinner nature, Christia desperately prayed inwardly to the Goddess to stop this servant from sinning again.
Despite her faith, her hand inexorably descended, ripping off her black panties.
Her fully preheated pussy drooled greedily, lacking a cock but begging for her fingers.
And in this moment, the moon burst through the clouds again, its blue light spotlighting the striped boxers abandoned on the bed—right in her tear-filled golden eyes.
At the unavoidable sight, Christia finally snapped to, halting her left hand en route to her pussy.
Go ahead if you're going!
Her instinct-driven left hand seized the chance, aiming for her tightly clenched pussy.
Christia countered with her right hand—the one that had been restraining the left—snatching the boxers like lightning.
And then,
"Suuuuuuck!!"