Chapter 182
Chapter 182
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 182
Chapter Title: The Saintess's Sow Stroll Chronicle (1)
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"Where is this...?"
Violet tilted her head in confusion at the sight of herself standing in an unfamiliar place.
"I remember finishing my duties and, as always, pulling out the crystal ball to uncover the identity of that platinum-haired woman..."
Where am I? Violet glanced around curiously.
But that curiosity didn't last long. The odd sensation from her own body drew her gaze downward, and she let out a shriek at the sight of her modestly perky breasts greeting her.
"Wh-what?! Why am I not wearing anything?!"
Just as she said, she was completely naked.
Violet frantically covered her rear and her modest chest with her hands, plopping down on the spot as she repeatedly stammered "Why?" while scanning the surroundings for anyone nearby.
But that too didn't last. Her eyes fell on the pitch-black ground at her feet—utterly lifeless—and the dozens of lights illuminating it. She pinched her cheek lightly.
"Phew... it's a dream."
Thank goodness!
Letting out a cute sigh of relief, Violet shook her half-twin tails as she stood up. Now that she realized this was a dream, she began cautiously walking toward the light ahead, glancing around.
"Still, this is a pretty amazing place..."
The black ground marked with that yellow line, and these dozen or so lights shining down like they're enveloping the area where she's walking...
The church where she slept or the streets of the capital had lanterns lit for nighttime pedestrians, but none glowed as brightly as daylight like these.
What if she kept going straight and stumbled upon a wizard's mansion that granted wishes?
Or maybe the sage's house she'd only heard rumors about?
Recalling the fairy tales from her childhood, Violet proceeded step by cautious step.
But soon enough, the endless black expanse stretching on no matter how far she walked made her tremble with unease.
"Um... it's been a while since I've walked alone in a place this unfamiliar, so it's kinda refreshing... but still scary..."
It wasn't a place as familiar as the church where she could walk blindfolded. Being alone in this totally strange spot brought ominous thoughts flooding her mind.
For instance, what if this wasn't a dream but a curse trapping her in an eternal walk? Or maybe she'd already died, committed too many sins, and was walking to hell instead of the Goddess's side?
Though she was a saintess, Violet was only twenty-two this year. Legally an adult, but mentally still quite immature.
"N-no! This must be the Goddess showing me this dream for a reason! Proof? L-look over there! There's a shelter!"
A small bench appeared before her, as if rewarding her for bravely pressing on despite being on the verge of tears.
"Phew..."
Violet sighed softly in relief at the modest shelter—with its awning, and three sides enclosed by red bricks as if to ward off evil intruders.
"Guess it's not as dangerous as I was thinking."
As she caught her breath and relaxed, she began noticing things she hadn't before—like weeds rustling in the breeze or chestnuts rolling nearby.
If this were hell as divine punishment, it wouldn't have these soothing sights.
And ahead, golden grains—not quite wheat, but endlessly lined up...
And to top it off, the chirping of crickets in her ears.
Though it was a dream with no sense of touch, Violet closed her eyes gently, savoring the tiny insects' song that filled her with happiness just by listening.
Yeah, maybe she'd been rushing too much lately.
Continental peace was great, but without inner peace, she'd keep overlooking her surroundings and fixating only on what's ahead...
"Hurry up and walk!"
"O-oink...♥"
"Whoa, this bitch really sounds like a pig?!"
...?
What was that?
"...fixating only on what's ahead..."
"Oink!! Oink oink!!"
She hadn't misheard. What was that just now?
"People talking... and pig noises... I think?"
Violet, who moments ago had been basking in cricket serenity and thoughts of peace, now trembled like a cute bunny.
'What? What kind of dream is this now?!'
In this pitch-black darkness broken only by those streetlights, that chilling voice alone made her skin crawl.
No, she knew whose voice it was.
How could she forget? The culprit who made her torment her own pussy with her hands every night!
Violet bolted from the shelter, determined to uncover the man's identity this time.
But just as she was about to step out, a sudden thought flashed through her mind.
'Wh-what if they can see me?'
She thought she was dreaming, but who knew?
If he could see her, and he tried spreading that irresistible corruption like before, could she resist?
The memory was still vivid: the moment she first spotted the platinum-haired woman and the man, overwhelmed by their aura, nearly succumbing without a fight.
Without Christia to help her now, was facing him alone the right call?
"You wanted this walk so bad, so say something."
"Oink! Oink oink!"
"I said speak, not just pig noises?!"
"Looks like she's too happy to even talk."
'Eek?!'
While she hesitated, the voices approached her hiding spot. Violet huddled in the corner, trembling at the third voice mixed between the platinum-haired woman and the man.
'An accomplice...? But why does it sound familiar...?'
Unlike those two, it seemed like a first-time voice, yet oddly familiar. When had she heard it before?
'Sh-should I just peek a little...?'
The shelter had window-like openings on left and right.
Even if they saw her, a quick glance up—they probably wouldn't notice.
"Oink oink...♥"
"That happy, huh?"
Gulp!
'What the heck are they doing now!?'
Honestly, after what she'd seen before, she couldn't help being curious about their outrageous antics.
So, cautiously, Violet lifted her head to the window edge.
"A-ahh?!"
And there it was: on the black road, a platinum-haired woman crawling on all fours, the man beside her, and a barbarian woman next to them.
"Urga! The barbarian princess Urga! And what the hell is that man making her do now?!"
Urga being with them wasn't that shocking.
For some reason, her face felt familiar, but Violet gasped because Urga wasn't in her usual leather garb—instead, wearing unfamiliar clothes like the man.
'Yeah, those evil pagans among the barbarians would naturally ally with him...!'
"The night scenery here's not bad... Hurry up!"
"Oiiiink!!"
But that sight—Urga linking arms with the man, kicking the platinum-haired woman's butt!
"Did they form an alliance? Or, true to pagan form, did she offer herself to him? After Eleonora crippled their forces last time, her tribe had no choice but to seek outside power to survive."
Political marriages were common even among kingdom nobles—what's different with barbarians who see women as breeding stock?
Even for the living legend, Eleonora Croft's rival Urga—born a woman, she was doomed to be a marriage pawn.
But Violet didn't pity her.
"..."
Urga looked far too satisfied for a pawn, smiling happily as she kicked—that much was clear to an outsider like Violet.
"Oink!"
If anyone was pitiful, it was the platinum-haired woman... Or so she was about to say, when Violet blushed at the sight of the plump woman shaking her rear and breasts joyfully even as she took the kick.