Chapter 190
Chapter 190
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 190
Chapter Title: Reconstruction of the Incident
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“Huaaah… haaah…”
“S-Saintess… even so, this is…?!”
In the dead of night, two women appeared in the sacred place dedicated to the Goddess.
One woman had violet half-twin tails reminiscent of a violet flower, her eyes a lovely light purple that brimmed with purity.
The other had pristine silver twin tails, as if forged from melted silver ingots, contrasted by golden eyes that seemed to reflect all the world's impurities.
The two women differed in physical features and height, but they shared one thing: beauty so stunning that even the moon in the sky would hide its face behind the clouds in shame.
In this grand cathedral, the only ones possessing such breathtaking beauty were the Saintess Violet and her attendant, Holy Knight Captain Christia.
“Quiet. Something's just about to come to mind.”
“…If it's the Saintess's command, I could douse myself in oil and leap into a pit of fire without hesitation?!”
As the proxy of the continent's sole goddess and the Holy Knight Captain who served her most closely, they would be showered with praise, respect, and awe anywhere the Goddess's grace extended.
Yet the actions of these two women wandering the grand cathedral now seemed to reject such acclaim, slinking through the shadows like sinners shunning the moon's silvery light.
No, to be precise, they were crawling.
“Here, now I'll… get down on all fours…”
“…”
The armor Christia always wore had vanished somewhere, leaving her in a sheer negligee that revealed everything underneath as she crawled on all fours. Beside her, the Saintess Violet was just beginning to do the same.
How on earth had it come to this?
It had been several days already.
Several days of these nocturnal escapades under the cover of night.
Crawling through the church on all fours every night was no longer a one- or two-time thing.
The trigger was none other than the Violet crawling beside her on all fours and the notebook spread out beneath her head.
A few days ago, the day Christia had poked Violet's pussy… made contact with the Saintess's vaginal mucosa with her finger.
Upon waking from her dream, Violet had hurriedly scribbled everything she'd seen in it into a notebook. Normally, one might ask if it was just a nightmare or an erotic dream.
But that day, with the guidance of the unidentified blue light cluster and Violet mentioning something about the 'identity of the platinum blonde woman' from her mouth.
Christia had burst into the Saintess's office in her underwear, grabbing writing tools in a frenzy.
Unfortunately, true to the saying 'a dream of one night,' they managed to record the mysterious man's appearance somehow and even the fact that the barbarian princess was stuck to his side.
But the platinum blonde woman's name, spat out at the end, and her eyes—they just wouldn't come to mind no matter what.
The crystal orb could only capture what was 'remembered'—things the rememberer had seen, heard, felt, and perceived at the time.
It could hold the unidentified man's face, Urga, and parts of that day's events, but nothing else, especially anything related to the platinum blonde woman.
Christia asked Violet why those couldn't be captured, but Violet just blushed without answering.
According to her, during the dream, she'd witnessed something utterly embarrassing, shameful, and disgraceful, so while she could record up to that moment.
The platinum blonde woman's name and eyes were overshadowed by it, making them impossible to recall properly.
But it wasn't completely erased from her mind.
So, if they could just bring those memories back.
By using this notebook of recorded events from that time to recreate what happened that day, stimulating Violet's own memories.
To recall the final moment when the platinum blonde woman uttered her name and her eyepatch came off.
In other words, reconstructing the incident from that day.
Christia readily agreed to Violet's cautious request for cooperation.
Even if it was an erotic dream—and a disgustingly lewd one that would make even a whore run away screaming—for the greater good, as she'd sworn to dedicate herself as the sword of the Goddess and the Saintess.
Even crawling like a dog in her underwear like this, she felt no shred of shame…
“Ah, Christia? You weren't supposed to put your knees on the floor! Lift your ass high, high up… and then, um, a little like a pig, swaying your hips side to side… c-can you do that…?”
“…”
How could her face not burn?
But since it was the Saintess's request, Christia couldn't refuse and obediently lifted her ass high as instructed.
‘Even for the greater good, for the Saintess's request, to take such a disgraceful pose…?!’
“Hmm… it would've been better if your pussy was wet, but I wonder if it matters much?”
“Saintess, even for the greater good, to say something like that…?”
‘I've told her not to use such vulgar words!’
That damn platinum blonde woman had corrupted the Saintess completely.
Still, it was a relief that Violet had no impure intentions—she was purely trying to reconstruct that day's events.
She too would dedicate her body for this—
“Christia? S-sorry, but could I maybe smear something on your thighs or pussy?”
“…”
Seeing Violet's eyes sparkle as she looked at her again, Christia bowed her head and replied.
“…Would spit do?”
“Yes, according to my memory in the notes, fluid was dripping from the platinum blonde woman's thighs, so ah! Or maybe bett—”
“S-Saintess, eek…?!”
The moment she glimpsed the soft pink flesh peeking from the Saintess's mouth, Christia tried to say something, but it was too late.
By then, Violet's finger, slick with something sticky from the inside of Christia's thigh, had already touched her.
“Uh, heuup…?!”
“Ch-Christia?”
“I'm fine! J-just startled for a moment. Sorry, but give me orders like this, hng?!”
‘A-again, the Saintess's saliva?!’
Chlick, chlick. Before Christia could finish, Violet smeared more saliva from her tongue onto Christia's thigh.
‘Th-this situation is awkward, but somehow… fun…?!’
Seeing the usually steadfast Christia helpless under her fingers made Violet want to tease her a bit—maybe payback for what she'd endured(?), or for a more realistic reenactment.
Violet secretly smiled and kept smearing her saliva on Christia's thigh, slap slap!
She could control Christia!
Every touch brought out disheveled reactions she'd never see or hear from the usual Christia!
‘I absolutely can't hold back!’
Meanwhile, Christia was in agony.
These past few days of parading the church in underwear with Violet already had her wanting to shove panties up her nose to calm her body and mind.
Oblivious to this.
Lift your ass, better if your pussy's wet, and now Violet's saliva-slick finger gliding sticky over her sensitive inner thighs—how could she stay composed?
Naturally, her recently hypersensitive body began to react.
“Hng, hnguut…”
‘Huh?’
Violet, painting Christia's thigh like an artist on canvas to mimic the platinum blonde woman's, suddenly stared blankly at Christia trembling and her panties soaking wet around her pussy.
‘Huh? Why here…’
‘What do I do… this, what now…?!’
Even Violet, close to a normal person, could see it plainly, so Christia felt Violet's gaze on her pussy, the growing dampness.
And smelled her own arousal mixed with the Saintess's saliva.
“Christia? Why is it wet here…”
How to explain? Was this even explainable?
That the Saintess touched her erogenous zone, wetting her pussy—who would buy that? Christia racked her brain for an excuse.
“Ahem, well… the night air is chilly, so without realizing, I… c-couldn't hold my, u-urine… I suppose.”
Brain at full throttle.
Even if the Saintess didn't know what her pussy did, she'd guess arousal conditions.
Better to play the bedwetter!
It'd dent her image, but for the Saintess, she'd roll in dog shit. Bedwetting might even seem cute.
“Urine… pee… pee… ah, aaaah?!”
“..?”
Huh?
Contrary to her expectation of a sigh, Violet looked distressed. Christia tried to stand, but Violet's expression—like she'd remembered something—made her tilt her head. Then Violet yanked down her panties abruptly, freezing Christia like stone.
‘D-discovered…?!’
“Yes, this is it! S-soaked like this, and the platinum blonde woman had that… in her asshole too!”
“…?!”
That wasn't in the notes.
Just that the platinum blonde woman was crawling on the floor.
No such details.
But seeing Christia's soaked bare pussy now, Violet's mind flashed with the next parts, and she started scribbling in the notebook.
“And definitely, the… shelter! At the shelter, taking that platinum blonde s—woman…?!”
“Ahem, Saintess?”
Already burdensome crawling the church on all fours in just sleepwear like underwear.
Now exposing her ass and wet pussy, guilt surging, Christia cautiously called to Violet.
But seeing Violet's confident expression, Christia snapped her mouth shut.
“But for this… ah!”
A premonition of ominous words from those lips—terribly so, especially for a Holy Knight harboring such feelings for the Saintess.
‘No, no! This is for the greater good! Ruining it over my shame would betray the Goddess! To restore the Saintess's dream, her memories, even if it means spreading my own pussy…’
“Christia? C-could you maybe spread your pussy and f-finger it in front of me?”
“…”