Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Lingering Shame
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“Loyalty!”
“Captain, you've arrived?”
Today, just like always, Yuris headed to work without properly looking at the faces of her subordinate knights who greeted her.
The subordinate knights gazing at her, their eyes shining brightly.
Their gazes were filled with respect and admiration.
She lacked the courage to meet those sparkling eyes head-on.
“Uh, y-yeah... Did everyone rest well?”
“Yes, ma'am!”
“The recent expedition was so easy, we weren't even tired!”
“Haha, I'm totally refreshed!”
“I-I see. Well, then, I'll be off.”
She fled to her office as if escaping.
The video she had seen yesterday was still vividly etched in her mind.
Captured by General Philipp of Fillipod, becoming his wife and being defiled in front of her subordinates.
The looks from her subordinates as she fawned over General Philipp while dressed in clothes that left her body completely exposed.
Those were looks of disappointment, lust, and contempt.
- To think the Goddess of Victory would show such a sight...
- I believed in you, Captain... I believed...
- Why...
Not like the respectful gazes directed at her now.
“Haa, haa.”
She no longer had the confidence to face her subordinates directly.
Just seeing their faces made hers flush red and her lower belly heat up.
To the point where her breath caught in her throat.
“Fuu.”
Returning to her office, Yuris took a deep breath and patted her chest.
“I'm going crazy...”
Even closing her eyes brought back the image of herself being toyed with by Max while looking at her subordinates.
It hadn't actually happened.
It was merely something that occurred within an illusion.
Yet the scene from the illusion lingered in her mind more clearly than reality itself.
“To leave such a strong afterimage even now.”
She hadn't known Max's illusion magic was this powerful.
Yuris had witnessed countless spells across numerous battlefields, equal to her record of victories.
The Blaster School's powerful offensive magic.
The Life Magic School's healing spells that mended torn wounds.
She had grown tired of seeing the Meister School's myriad magic circles and magical tools.
And beyond the three great schools, various magics from exceptionally talented factions like the Goldmoon School.
She had even experienced illusion magic from other illusion mages who used it in practice.
But.
This was the first time a magic had shaken her soul like Max's illusion magic.
No matter how many times she saw it, it stuck in her mind.
Just imagining that moment made her lower belly rumble.
The sight of herself being toyed with in front of her subordinates and loving it.
Her shocked subordinates and comrades.
Max looking down on it all.
Yuris began to delve into even deeper, darker fantasies beyond mere teasing.
Fantasies of being ravished right in front of her subordinates.
Not just teasing, but being taken even more violently.
Her clothes torn completely away, her symbolic sword broken, her large breasts heaving as she showed her subordinates how she broke and shattered.
Showing them that she, the Goddess of Victory, was nothing more than a mere whore.
What expressions would her subordinates make then?
What expression would she wear while watching them?
Just imagining it made her head burn hot.
'I want to go again.'
Leaning her back against the door, Yuris undid her belt and slipped her hand into her panties after pulling down her pants.
Her already soaked lower region was gushing with female juices.
From the moment she arrived at the knight order and saw the subordinate knights guarding the entrance.
From the moment she realized they looked exactly like those in her illusion.
Her mind had been filled with the scene of her submission to Max.
*Squelch, squelch.*
“Hnng...”
Yuris let out a desperate moan, her body trembling.
The electrifying sensation in her lower region felt so intense it might draw out a scream, so she brought her fingers to her mouth and bit down.
“Mmph!”
*Stab!*
Biting her finger brought back that moment of climax.
Max's thick fingers ravishing her mouth.
The sensation of gnawing on them.
Though what she bit now was her own smaller finger, it oddly felt like biting Max's hand.
Her own finger in her mouth felt like Max's finger.
The door against her back felt like Max's firm chest muscles.
The hand stroking her pussy felt like the cock rubbing her folds.
It was a pale imitation of the real thing, far inferior.
But thanks to yesterday's still-vivid memory, perhaps...
It felt like an illusion of Max embracing her from behind.
“It feels good...”
Her hips bucked.
Just as stars sparkled in her head.
*Knock knock.*
A sound came from knocking on the door she leaned against.
“Captain, it's Jeko.”
“Eek!”
Startled, she felt chills run up her spine.
It resembled the situation in the illusion where Jeko had come looking for her just as Max was ravaging her.
“W-Wait a moment...”
Yuris hurriedly dressed again, her voice trembling as she tried to hide it.
The sticky sensation of her climax juices against her skin made her face flush naturally.
'It's definitely going to smell weird.'
The office was filled with the scent of a woman—no, a bitch in heat.
She couldn't let Jeko into an office where she had just masturbated.
It was a matter of honor for her, the Goddess of Victory.
After refastening her belt, she cracked the door open just enough for her face to be visible.
Jeko stood there.
A man who seemed like he would break before ever bending.
The image from the illusion overlapped—him coming to rescue her only to be crushed by Max.
'Embarrassing.'
Her heart raced from the guilt of having such lewd fantasies about him.
“W-What is it?”
“The Saintess has come looking for you.”
“Th-The Saintess?”
There was only one Saintess in the Empire.
The Silent Nun, or Silent Saintess of the Goddess Church.
She was a core member of the Demon King Subjugation Force who, alongside the Hero who defeated the Demon King, shattered him utterly. She protected the Empire with her powerful divine power—a mother figure.
After the Demon King's disappearance, it was said she foresaw and subjugated remnants of demons that occasionally appeared.
The epithet 'Silent Saintess' came from her not speaking to anyone except when delivering oracles.
It was a nickname given by those who admired her silently subjugating the Demon King and demons without a word.
It was said only a handful, including the Empress and the Hero, had heard her voice.
She was known to rarely engage in external activities beyond demon subjugations.
For such a Saintess, whose face was hard to even glimpse, to come personally?
“I heard an oracle came down.”
“An oracle...?”
“Yes. She found remnants of demons, but it's a rather dangerous area, so she needs the 1st Knight Order's help.”
“She came in person?”
“Yes. We can provide support anytime, but since she's come all this way, it might be good to at least meet her face-to-face.”
Of all times.
Yuris, well aware of her current state, felt her face turn beet red.
“A-Alright. I'll tidy up and be right there. Have her wait in the reception room.”
“But Captain, why did you only crack the door open?”
“I-I just finished exercising, so I smell sweaty! That's why!”
“We smell your sweat every time, Captain. What's with the fuss...”
Jeko burst into laughter mid-sentence.
“Hahaha! So the Captain's a woman after all. Sweat can be embarrassing. It's cute seeing you shy like this.”
“Don't say ridiculous things!”
Yuris yelled and slammed the door shut.
Yuris looked at her reflection in the office mirror.
It was a mess.
Her flushed face, forehead slick with sweat, disheveled hair.
Her slightly unfocused eyes gave off a strange aura.
Her lips, reddened from biting, shone more vividly than usual.
Her hastily donned pants and clothes were wrinkled here and there.
No one would think this was the expression and posture of someone who had just exercised.
If Max had seen her like this...
- You've taken on the proper posture of a bitch.
He would have stroked her head and praised her.
“L-Let's calm down. This is a workplace.”
Barely regaining her senses, she aired out the room filled with the bitch's scent and changed into spare clothes.
Fortunately.
She had spare clothes prepared for training.
Otherwise, she might have gone before the Saintess reeking of lewdness.
'...It might have been fine.'
What kind of thought is that?
Have I gone mad?
“......”
“......”
“......”
......
Seated across from the Silent Saintess, Yuris didn't know what to do and just stared at her.
The pink-haired Saintess had been sipping her tea with her eyes cast downward for five minutes straight without a word.
Behind her, the holy knights likewise stood silently, simply waiting.
Jeko, who had come with Yuris, shrugged and whispered to her.
“She hasn't said a word even before you arrived, Captain.”
“For 20 minutes?”
“Yes.”
Yuris looked at the Saintess in surprise.
She had heard the rumors about her many times.
Sometimes she went over two hours without speaking.
'Is there some restriction like her power weakens if she speaks?'
Ten years ago, at age 13, she became the Saintess, said to wield the strongest divine power of any in history.
Three years later, at 16, she subjugated the Demon King with the Hero, creating an era free from his threat.
She had achieved what no other Saintess could.
Yuris thought the common belief—that she gained immense power through a vow of silence—held considerable weight.
The Saintess still kept her eyes subtly lowered as she finished the last of her tea.
Yuris spoke to her.
“I heard you're requesting support for a demon subjugation.”
“......”
The Saintess nodded in response instead of answering.
“Where are you headed?”
“......”
The Saintess pulled out a map and pointed to one location.
A city in the southern part of the Empire.
“How much support do you need? Our knight order can spare about 50 men.”
The Saintess raised a finger and pointed at Yuris.
“Me?”
“......”
The Saintess nodded.
That wouldn't do.
It hadn't even been two days since returning from the recent bandit subjugation.
Her body was already aflame from yesterday's video; heading out on another expedition was absolutely out of the question.
“I'm sorry, but unless it's by Her Majesty's direct order, I cannot leave the capital as I'm tasked with its defense.”
At those words, the Saintess slightly bowed her head and rolled her eyes.
A reaction of surprise, perhaps.
A brief silence followed.
“I'll go in your place. I'm not as capable as you, Captain, but I'll be of some use.”
Jeko stood and raised his hand.
“......”
After a moment's contemplation, the Saintess nodded.
“I leave it to you. Saintess.”
“......”
The short, quiet negotiation concluded.
Having finished her business, the Saintess rose and returned to her church.
“Jeko, thank you.”
Yuris thanked him for volunteering in her stead.
“No problem. As you said, you need to protect the capital, Captain. I'll go carefully and come back.”
“Yeah. I'm counting on you.”
Yuris patted Jeko's shoulder and thought to herself.
Thank goodness.
She could go back to that shop again.