Chapter 192
Chapter 192
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 192
Chapter Title: Face-to-Face
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Due to the tremendous shock, Violet ended up lying in bed for a full three days.
"Why didn't I realize...?"
"..."
"I should have noticed sooner..."
Just as Christia had associated the platinum-haired woman with Eleonora upon hearing a rough description of her build, Violet herself had also harbored suspicions about the woman's identity to some extent.
It was because she was so distinctive.
Not only her overwhelming breasts larger than her own head, but also her beautiful platinum hair and the typical knightly tone she used when dealing with and commanding her subordinates.
But above all, the decisive clue to the platinum-haired woman's identity was the sword scar engraved on her abdomen.
How could she have forgotten? It wasn't anyone else—Violet herself had personally treated it, and she had felt so guilty about the faint scar that remained that she hadn't slept properly for several nights.
Even though her eyes and name were obscured by some unknown power, there were plenty of clues to her identity.
Yet because she hadn't noticed, because she hadn't realized that the beautiful and noble female knight had fallen, because she hadn't recognized that she was no longer a light of justice but had sunk into depravity for the sake of lust...
The Holy Knights who had escorted her had met their ends at her hands in a tragedy.
"There's no need for you to blame yourself, Saintess."
"But... but...!"
It was nothing but a one-sided slaughter, with no trace of a knight's honor.
Like a slaughterhouse worker butchering cows and pigs, the sow with merciless eyes devoid of any mercy cut down the Holy Knights one after another.
That was why Christia couldn't hide her bewilderment upon hearing Eleonora's name from Violet's lips.
No matter how much she had fallen, they were comrades who had fought together on the battlefield several times before—yet she cut them down without the slightest hesitation.
That noble female knight had become a sow who lived solely for her Master and his cock, selling off her pride and very identity for the sake of lust.
With a weary face, Christia cautiously asked Violet, who lay weakly in bed.
"Will you report this to the kingdom?"
"I... suppose I should..."
Even if she did, they wouldn't believe it anyway.
Violet swallowed the rest of her words, but Christia nodded in agreement as if sharing the sentiment.
"The princess will be quite shocked..."
"Yes. I heard that she sponsored Eleonora's entry into the knight academy despite having no background, and they were inseparable friends who became knights together..."
That must be why she had asked for their cooperation.
Her friend, the continent's strongest female knight, had completely gone missing, after all.
Of course, Christia didn't think for a moment that reporting it would make the kingdom believe them.
They had only fought back-to-back a few times, and even they had taken days to fully accept the truth.
How much more so for the kingdom's princess and queen, who had spent their lives laughing and crying alongside Eleonora?
That noble female knight...
Now naked without a stitch of clothing, semen dripping from between her legs, legs spread wide without a care if her pussy was visible, wielding the royal greatsword that was likewise covered in semen.
Who in the world would believe such a thing?
The continent's strongest female knight becoming someone's sex slave, a sow?
Even the nosy gossips who loved meddling in others' affairs would wave it off as ridiculous nonsense and brand anyone who spoke of it a liar.
Especially at the point of mentioning her swinging a semen-covered greatsword—they'd already be dismissed as the liar of the century.
Eleonora would never allow that greatsword, bestowed upon her by the royal family—a symbol of her loyalty and her pride as a knight—to be defiled, no matter how her body was sullied.
No matter what happened.
That was the kind of female knight Eleonora was.
Even Christia had often lamented how wonderful it would be if she had pledged her loyalty to the Saintess instead of the royal family.
Eleonora was the object of admiration for all female knights and a role model for every knight.
For such a woman, hailed as humanity's guardian, to now be their enemy...
"We'll request the kingdom's cooperation. If we attack the orcs' base at the Black Mountainside again..."
"No, I think we should handle this ourselves."
"Pardon?!"
Christia, who rarely lost her composure no matter the situation, reacted with shock as if asking what she meant by the Saintess's words.
No matter that Christia had experienced battles on land, sea, and even in the air—the opponent was who they were. The strongest female knight and her rival, Urga, were together.
And finally, that man whose face they only knew, but whose identity remained a mystery...
Of course, she didn't think they'd lose, just that victory wasn't guaranteed—but to face such a grave situation without cooperating with the kingdom?
"Is it because you think they won't believe your words, Saintess?"
"That's part of it, but not the only reason."
"..."
Unable to grasp Violet's intentions, Christia let out a groan before bowing her head as if accepting her will.
"I'll prepare the Crusaders right away."
"No, just the two of us."
"Pardon?!"
The second shock of the day.
It wasn't like Christia, who had calmly carried out any order Violet gave without fail—but in a way, it showed just how bewildered and shocked she was.
"No matter how many we bring against them, it'll end the same. It'll just be a one-sided massacre, like hornets swarming a beehive."
"But going just the two of you—Saintess and me—is far too dangerous! Their power is beyond imagination. It would be better to request the kingdom's aid and charge the Black Mountainside all at once!"
"I thought that at first too. But to them, numbers mean nothing. The scene I saw... there was something off about how our brothers were slaughtered."
Something off?
Since only Violet had witnessed the horror firsthand, Christia looked at her, demanding more details.
"It was like they were trapped somewhere. The sounds of weapons clashing kept coming, so melee was definitely happening, but our brothers were confined in an unknown white barrier, falling two at a time without any help."
"You mean you fought Lady Eleonora in a space completely cut off from the outside?"
Like gladiators in an arena?
Come to think of it, it did sound strange—Christia nodded as well.
The Holy Knights were skilled, but not at the Master level.
But they were close enough to that realm.
Normally, when facing an overwhelming foe like Eleonora, they'd surround and swarm her en masse, even if it was a bit cowardly.
Yet instead of swarming and attacking together...
They were picked off one by one?
And the Holy Knights just took it?
Absurd.
"If that's the case, it makes some sense. If the enemy has some means to ignore our numbers and create their own battlefield..."
With numerical advantage nullified, even fighting Eleonora in rotations would just lead to meaningless sacrifices, deaths like dogs.
Moreover, the enemy wasn't stupid—they'd prepare countermeasures after a few attacks, figuring out their movements.
The more they rushed in a group, the easier it would be for the enemy to read them.
No benefit, just dragged around and racking up continuous losses.
And there was something else that bothered her.
If they were picked off individually, Violet should have felt their soul threads—connected to her—snapping one by one.
Why, why had she only realized long after they had gone to the Goddess's side?
No, not realized—perhaps the signals were delayed.
Picked off one by one, yet why did they snap not sequentially, but all at once, without even a second's delay?
It involved meddling with soul connections.
Her own soul wavelengths, linked as Saintess, had been controlled.
As if waiting for this moment, holding back until Violet uncovered the platinum-haired woman's identity, then—bam.
That was why Violet was suggesting they go as a small elite force, just her and Christia.
"But that's all the more reason to request the kingdom's help, isn't it? The kingdom has many Master-level knights, and I hear the princess and queen are the same. If we repel the enemy with a small elite force, it'll make them even more..."
"If just the two of us go—you and me—the risk is certainly greater, and the chance of dying on this journey is not just likely but very real. But at least we can warn this continent about the severity of the situation."
"...!"
If they won, great.
But if the Saintess serving the Goddess and a Holy Knight fell at the same time?
No—given how they'd corrupted Eleonora, if they extended their claws to them, they'd likely vanish without a trace just like her.
If the Saintess and Holy Knight Captain disappeared in sequence after Eleonora...
Even the kingdom, which wouldn't believe them (she was certain of it), would wake up to the alertness and gravity, rebuilding cooperation with the church's Crusaders once more.
Win, and they win.
Lose, and it becomes a noble sacrifice for the continent's peace.
As if resolved by Violet's words, Christia stood from her seat.
"Then before we set out, first to the princess..."
"Ah, yes! The crystal orb is already prepared."
"When did you...? More than that, have you already made up your mind, Saintess...?"
She had even changed at some point—not into pajamas, but an open-style Saintess dress.
Christia shrugged as she watched the crystal orb begin to glow red and slowly illuminate the princess's knight in the projection, as if contact had already begun.
-Ah, ah... Can you hear me?
"Yes, yes! Loud and clear!"
How many times had it been, yet she was still so clumsy with crystal orb communication?
As if the serious atmosphere moments ago was a lie, Christia smiled faintly.
-By any chance, about what we mentioned last time...
"Yes, yes! We, we found Lady Eleonora's whereabouts—
-Really?! Where is Eleonora, where is she?! Is she safe?!"
"Uh, um? Ah, th-that's...?!"
I was going to explain gradually!
Violet started flustering at the realization she had to say something she couldn't bear to voice. But they had to depart for the Black Mountainside soon.
Even if it meant harsh words from the princess, it couldn't be helped— just as Christia opened her mouth,
Fwaaaaaah—!!
"Eh?"
"Saintess!!"
-What's happening! What's wrong, it's... so bright!
Suddenly, a glow surged from the center of the Saintess's bedroom.
Violet was bewildered by the light spreading like a coating over her bedroom, just like the white barrier she had seen.
"D-Don't tell me they came first?! How did they even find this place!?"
-Saintess!? What's going on?!
The crystal orb tumbled outside the barrier, swept by the light, and Christia immediately drew the shield from her back, blocking in front of Violet.
And then,
Squelch, squelch!
"Bro, I'm getting... motion sick... ugh..."
"Don't lie with that again! Behave and let me impregnate you!"
"This place... hehe...♥"
Fierce reactions came from the crystal orb pushed outside the barrier, but both Violet and Christia were speechless, merely breaking out in cold sweat.