The Saintess Takes a Stroll

In the underground training hall of the Empire's capital, Stein, a woman was venting her frustration. Before her stood Pope Freeman.

"Try swinging it once more."

"I can't... I just can't..."

"That won't do. Get up."

"But I was just a maid! How could I become the Hero overnight? There must be some mistake!"

The woman's cheeks trembled incessantly. Her ragged breathing made it clear that her refusal wasn't just an excuse. Yet, Freeman's demeanor remained unchanged.

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"Miss Lily, there are no mistakes in the Holy Sword's selection. Regardless of what you were before, the fact that you've been chosen by the Holy Sword makes you the Hero now."

"But..."

Lily struggled to accept the life that had been thrust upon her in a single day. Until yesterday, she had been a mere maid in the Imperial Palace—a life far removed from combat or training.

She wanted to resent the world. If she could quit being the Hero, she would have, but unfortunately, that wasn't an option.

The only way for a Hero of this era to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠relinquish their title was through complete death as a human.

What am I supposed to do...?

Right now, Lily was being crammed with all sorts of martial arts and magic, like an intensive crash course, just to attain ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the bare minimum combat prowess expected of a Hero. Most of it revolved around drawing out the Holy Sword's power. Time was not on her side.

In just a few days, she would have to march onto the battlefield to face the Demon Army. An unprepared Hero was little more than a meat shield, but that didn't matter to the Empire.

What mattered was the justification—the fact that they had "produced" a Hero and provided support.

"Grip the sword again."

Lily took hold of the sword. Her wrist ached sharply.

"I can't do it..."

"If you are the Hero, you must."

In the end, Lily swung the sword once more. And so, time passed.

Today marked the third day Lily had been confined to the underground training hall. Unlike before, no sobs escaped her lips.

Had she been more talented than expected? She had managed to draw out a sliver of the Holy Sword's power.

"The Goddess declares, 'Thou shalt smite thine enemies!'"

A faint light burst forth like a slash. A gash was left on the training hall's wall. Considering the wall was made of exceptionally hard stone, it was a remarkable achievement.

"Magnificent."

Freeman smiled. At this rate, she might not be completely outmatched against ordinary demons.

Even a fraction of the Holy Sword's power was enough to contend with lower-ranking demons.

"Hero Lily."

At some point, even the way she was addressed had changed. She had truly become a Hero.

"Starting today, you must form a Hero Party."

From the Church's perspective, the most they could do was assign a priest to accompany her.

"Can I really do this...?"

"It is the duty of the Hero."

Lily's face stiffened once again.

***

Two days had passed since I took over the Church. I strolled through its halls with familiarity.

'It's changed a lot.'

Once, the Church had been united by unwavering devotion to the Goddess, but now it was different. Craftsmen dispatched by the Demon Army had remodeled it into something resembling a village for demons.

The lives of the residents who had originally lived around the Church hadn't changed much. The only difference was that they now worshipped the Demon King instead of the Goddess.

Today's purpose was simply a stroll. But every time I walked through the back alleys, I could feel their gazes.

"Getting stared at is getting annoying."

At first, I considered cutting them all down, but then I decided to enjoy the attention instead. As the Grand General of the Demon Army, being the center of attention was something worth savoring.

"Hey, sex slave."

"Uuuh?"

But there was another reason the stares felt particularly intense today. Beatrice was following me at a slow pace. Her priestess robes were so revealing that the shape of her breasts was clearly visible, and the lower half barely covered anything—just a pair of extremely thin panties.

A collar was fastened around her neck, embroidered with the words "Sex Slave." I had commissioned it from the demon craftsmen—a special item that wouldn't break easily or become tainted.

"Walk faster."

"Ugh!"

When I tugged the leash, Beatrice glared at me in frustration. The gag in her mouth prevented her from speaking her mind.

For me, there was no other choice. I had already claimed her as my sex slave, but I still lacked a surefire way to completely break her. My current level was too low to use something like a subjugation spell.

'At the very least, I need to raise my Magic Power stat.'

Once my Magic Power reached a certain threshold, I'd gain access to new spells. Or perhaps I could learn to draw out Tyrfing's power instead.

"Anyway, it's not something I can do right now."

"Is that the Saintess next to you?"

The Succubus Queen, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Army, approached me and asked. I shook my head.

"No, she's a sex slave."

"So she's the Saintess, right?"

"No, she's a sex slave."

"So you're saying you made the Saintess your sex slave?"

"She was born a sex slave."

"Stop talking nonsense."

I shrugged. Unfortunately, the Succubus Queen couldn't even understand this simple conversation. Clearly, she wasn't the brains of the Demon Army—her intellect wasn't exactly impressive.

'Big breasts, small brain—some truths never change.'

I glanced down at Beatrice at my feet. She was much the same.

Suddenly, the Saintess stopped moving. She stood perfectly still in place.

"What is it, sex slave? Got something to say?"

"......"

Beatrice only curled up further in silence. Frustrated, I undid her gag. A string of drool stretched down from her mouth.

"Tell me what the problem is."

"......I need to use the bathroom."

Only then did I understand the reason for Beatrice's behavior. She was crossing her legs and trembling slightly. Clearly, she needed to pee.

"The bathroom? You can just go over there."

I pointed to a secluded corner of the church. Beatrice's face flushed bright red.

"How can I pee there?!"

"Why not? If you're a Saintess, you should mark your territory in the church."

"......You fucking psycho."

"Yeah, I'm crazy, so go mark your territory over there. If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you don't, I won't move an inch."

I stood rooted to the spot like a stone statue. The Saintess tried pulling me for a moment, but it was useless.

Eventually, tears welled up in her eyes. Saying it like this made me sound like a total pervert, but seeing her cry turned me on.

"Not going to mark your territory?"

"......Fine."

The Saintess glanced around before slowly crawling toward the wall. Just as she was about to position herself against it—

Hiss!

"What now?!"

"If we're out for a walk, you should squat like a bitch on all fours."

"Are you actually insane?! I don't even know how your mind works...!"

"Not gonna go?"

"You fucking degenerate...!"

"You know me so well."

Gritting her teeth, the Saintess got down on all fours. Slowly, she lifted one leg against the wall. From the side, the split between her legs was clearly visible. It was hot.

I idly stroked my cock.

'I wanna fuck her.'

Sssssssss—!

The Saintess shuddered as warm liquid sprayed against the wall. It must have been pretty cold outside, as steam rose in little puffs.

"Your pee's darker than yesterday's."

"Stop comparing...!"

"But you look healthy."

"......I said stop!"

Originally, it was the owner's duty to monitor the health of their sex slave.

"I'll wipe you."

"I don't need it."

"Tsk, tsk!"

Ignoring Beatrice's protests, I pulled a tissue from my pocket. Since I was going to fuck her later, I needed to clean her thoroughly.

Haaah...

A sound—whether a sigh or a moan—escaped her.

"What, did you do more than just pee? You're wet again."

Every time the tissue passed over her slit, it grew damp. It was definitely arousal dripping from inside her.

"N-Nooo... Ughh!"

"Looks pretty wet to me. Did you go into heat again, like the slut you are? Should've just said you wanted it."

I quietly pulled the Saintess' waist toward me. Perfect—she was already on all fours. I planned to take her roughly from behind.

"S-Stop! I'm at my limit! It's swollen and hurts!"

She curled up, trying to avoid my cock. Unacceptable.

"Swollen and hurts? From what?"

"You fucking psycho! You've been fucking me nonstop for three days straight!"

"Ah..."

Come to think of it, that might be true.

Wait, has it already been three days?

"So I can't do it here? Should I take you from behind instead?"

My hand slowly moved toward her asshole. Just a slight rub, and her reaction was intense.

"Are you actually insane?! How can you even think of doing it there?!"

"I heard some Saintesses choose to preserve their purity by doing it there."

"What kind of bullshit is that?! That hole isn't meant for—!"

Disgust filled the Saintess' eyes. I decided to save that for later development.

"So, what'll it be? Here?"

"J-Just... my pussy..."

"But it hurts, right?"

"......Just one last time. No more after today."

I nodded and spread her buttocks apart. Despite her saying this would be the last time, she was already dripping wet, slick with arousal.

"Even if you want more, I won't give it to you."

"...H-hyaaah!"