Chapter 191
Chapter 191
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 191
Chapter Title: Reconstruction of the Incident
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As mentioned earlier, Christia was confident she could willingly hurl herself into a pit of fire, clutching an oil barrel to her body, if Violet so much as uttered the word.
It wasn't just empty words about her loyalty reaching this level.
She could physically make it happen.
She possessed the resolve and capability to burn to death with a smile, even amid the excruciating pain of her skin shriveling and the moisture evaporating from her entire body.
As the leader of the Holy Knights who had devoted everything to the Goddess and Her proxy, the Saintess, Christia saw herself as nothing more than a single sword—something that could be broken or discarded at any moment for the sake of the Goddess and the Saintess.
And so,
she was prepared to follow any command from the Goddess and Saintess to whom she had pledged her loyalty, no matter what it was.
Besides, judging by that glint in Violet's eyes, she seemed filled with conviction. She was grasping at hope right now.
"Shall we start right here?"
Christia, her earlier flustered demeanor gone, asked Violet while still prostrated on the ground.
Even though it was for the sake of continental peace, she was already committing enough sins in this sacred place—walking around with her lower half exposed.
But like someone ready to plummet into the fires of hell, Christia slowly began to spread her legs right there. Her fingers soon headed straight for her pussy.
If this could help recall those memories through her...
"Ah! S-Sorry! I'm sorry! We can't do it here!"
Just as Christia's index and middle fingers were about to part her labia, Violet shouted.
"Saintess, it's fine. Even if I face the Goddess's heavenly punishment, for the greater good..."
"No, according to what's written here, you have to drag in a platinum blonde woman crawling like a pig in that state and enter the shelter. The closest place to that spot here is..."
"..."
Christia blankly watched Violet, who had gone off to pluck reeds from the church courtyard. She felt the strength drain from her body in an instant, her face burning hot once more.
She was already plenty embarrassed, but this wasn't even the right place to do it?
Here she was, a Holy Knight, ass exposed and legs spread, her pussy on full display—and now she had to crawl like a pig in this state?
But she had no right to refuse.
Violet's eyes showed she wasn't joking around; they burned with utter sincerity.
Christia began circling her surroundings, glancing anxiously at Violet as she muttered 'W-Was it here?' and compared the notes to her position.
It wasn't that the Saintess seemed anxious.
Christia was the one imitating that platinum blonde woman right now.
Which meant she had to mimic her exactly—which meant anything could happen, and it wouldn't be strange.
"Ahem, let's move spots for now. The size of that shelter back then... Ah, Christia? I'm really sorry, but could you maybe oink a little like a pig while crawling over...?"
"Oink...?"
Right—from striding confidently on two legs like a human to crawling on all fours like a beast, and now even making actual animal noises.
Of course, she had no right to refuse this either.
"Back then it was something hotter and stickier... like hot honey? Eugh... I wonder if it matters."
"H-Honey... you say?"
She had a rough idea of the feeling. But knowing and pretending not to was another matter.
Where in the world was a woman who got off on imitating a pig?
'...No matter who it is, this time we can uncover it crystal clear.'
It was embarrassing, sure, but unlike yesterday and the day before when crawling on all fours had led nowhere, today it seemed like real progress.
A little embarrassment on her part was a small price to pay for this.
'For that, whatever the Saintess wants... m-my pussy...'
Besides,
an eye for an eye—yesterday she'd secretly spread Violet's pussy and fingered it, so today she could spread her own and show her fingering as a form of atonement.
"Eut..."
Christia felt her crotch throb again, instinctively sniffing like a pig with a 'sniff sniff'.
But for some reason, Violet froze in place with a 'thud', then looked down at Christia as if she'd forgotten something.
"...Our church doesn't have one of those, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, hooked from the back of the head to the nose and pulled back...!"
"..."
If this weren't the church and the one before her weren't the Saintess, she would've screamed 'Aaaah!' at the top of her lungs.
She'd clearly remembered something else—and it was about that platinum blonde woman again.
It was fine that Violet kept recalling details about her, but couldn't she show some moderation?
Everyone knew that woman treated going naked as a point of pride, a harlot second to none in lewdness—but she wasn't considering the position of the one recreating it!
A ring in the nose, crawling on all fours, oinking while jiggling plump ass and tits, with a faint sword scar on her belly, around 180cm tall with platinum blonde hair?
No matter who it was, she had to be a sow.
According to Violet, that scar looked oddly familiar, suggesting she'd received treatment directly from Violet in the past...
Huh?
Sword scar on the belly, absurdly huge tits, platinum blonde, around 180cm tall...?
"Christia?"
"It's nothing. Someone just popped into my head."
No way, right?
As far as Christia knew, there was only one person in the world matching or resembling that build.
'But that woman is more noble than anyone and holds more pride in herself than anyone.'
She'd fought alongside her on the battlefield once, backs to backs, and that noble Female Knight had saved her and her brothers from peril countless times. Comparing her to such a sow was proof of how rattled Christia was right now.
Christia quickly erased the silhouette of that platinum blonde Female Knight from her mind, but she couldn't shake the ominous feeling as she mulled over the clues Violet had given about the woman again and again.
'Makes sense—didn't she say there's a sword wound on her belly? From what I know, she has one too, but it was from the barbarian Urga...'
Yeah, that's right.
According to Violet, Urga had been next to that platinum blonde and the black-haired, black-eyed man. If her guess was right and the platinum blonde was that person,
one of them shouldn't be among the living anymore, right?
Christia nodded vigorously, as if it was wrong even to let such a disgraceful imagination feature someone she respected second only to the Goddess and Saintess.
'I once heard there are exactly three people in the world who look just like you. That woman must be one of those cases.'
If so, that platinum blonde deserved even more shame. Doing such lewd acts with an appearance identical to that noblewoman—flapping her pussy around, craving cock, wallowing in filth.
Thinking that way only made her angrier.
Vowing over and over to punish that platinum blonde who had played such a huge role in reducing her to this state,
"Christia..."
"Yes, more than that..."
While lost in thought, Violet had reached the destination and called her. Christia quickly erased all thoughts of the platinum blonde and subtly lifted her head.
"A-Ah...!?"
But she froze again soon after.
"S-Sorry! But this was the only place in here that really matched the spot from the memory...!"
"If it helps you, Saintess, I... don't mind at all...!?"
Even so, isn't this the confessional booth?
Christia desperately swallowed the rest of her words to avoid troubling Violet and quickly crawled into the booth.
Of course, hiding her burning face from her without her noticing.
'F-For the greater good. For continental peace, one like me falling into hell is nothing...!!'
Christia sniffed again, as if that phantom panty was right there, fully resolved now. She smashed through the partition screen,
and in front of Violet—who was starting to breathe heavily with excitement—she climbed atop it.
Then, precisely like a silver-haired Female Knight mounting a torch stand, as she squatted there and spread her legs, Violet's breathing grew even rougher.
The notebook related to the dream she'd had that day lay discarded on the floor, having served its purpose.
"Y-Yes... that's it. That's how it was. After that, the platinum blonde woman drank that man's u-urine and semen straight from his mouth...!"
"...I'll spread it."
As if she already knew without being told, Christia reached between her wide-spread legs.
And the moment the Holy Knight's fingers pried open her pussy slit, dripping clear nectar,
Violet, entranced, took one of the reeds she'd plucked earlier, bent it like a straw, and poked not at Christia's twitching vaginal opening but her urethra.
"Hnguuuh...!"
"There was a transparent tube here. A long, transparent tube connected to her anus..."
Thrust. Christia began fingering her pussy.
That's surely what the platinum blonde woman would have done.
Before she knew it, a similar reed straw was inserted into her anus like in her urethra. Christia's body, hypersensitive from the cold night air, trembled at the signal it was ready to release its fluids.
"Just a bit more... just a little more...!?"
Violet felt it too.
The moment just before she woke from the dream, when the platinum blonde woman's identity was revealed,
"I'm... going... Now I'm... going...!"
Shiiiiiit-!!
Unlike the woman Violet had seen, but in a similar pose, Christia squirted urine through the tiny straw and climaxed.
"Don't... watch... Don't look at me like this...!!"
"The end... the end is coming...!"
She tried to hold back as much as possible, but she couldn't. A Holy Knight masturbating in her underwear in the church—at that, in the confessional booth with legs spread.
Guilt, depravity, regret, pleasure—every emotion swirled in a vortex.
No matter how clear-headed Christia usually was, she couldn't endure it.
She had to cum; there was no other way.
Violet watched Christia's golden eyes gradually dye with pleasure and slowly reached for her own crotch. Her panties were already pushed aside, her cute little pussy as soaked as her breasts, waiting for her.
It felt ominous.
Beyond this lay some tremendous truth, one better left unknown, waiting for her.
But for her mission, Violet ever so slightly pushed a finger into her vaginal opening.
"Wall-eyed...! The name of the platinum blonde sow is..."
And the moment she finally voiced that name,
"Ah?"
Violet suddenly felt the souls of the eight Holy Knights connected to her—the ones who'd headed to the northern Black Mountains—severing one by one. With a dazed look, she collapsed to her knees.
"Saintess?!"
"Impossible... It can't be, it can't be...!?"
Christia, equally shocked by the name that had escaped Violet's lips, hurriedly supported her,
but Violet wasn't seeing Christia. She was seeing that platinum blonde Female Knight.
In a space made of pristine white barrier, slaughtering Holy Knights like cattle and pigs, her eyes brimming with lust as semen dripped from between her legs—the moment she locked eyes with the naked Female Knight,
"Is there... no hope...?"
Violet blacked out and collapsed.