Chapter 53
Chapter 53
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: The Saintess's Demon Desire
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I examined my body.
My skin had turned an incredibly alluring bronze, like I'd gotten a perfect tan, sparkling and shining under the sunlight filtering through the church windows.
It was a body so captivating that even a man would find it attractive.
Honestly, if it weren't for the horns on my head, no one would even think I was a demon.
Even the hair with those horns attached to it gleamed in radiant gold.
This wasn't a demon at all—it was more like a sun-kissed fitness model who'd really put in the work?
"The Saintess's tastes are quite wild, aren't they?"
Honestly, until the message about the Saintess's desire popped up, I hadn't imagined I'd turn into a demon.
Of course not.
How was I supposed to know her desire was to be ravished by a demon?
Even her grandma the Saintess probably wouldn't have guessed it.
"Ah, a demon......."
Saintess Eirin looked at me, now transformed into a demon, with a flustered expression.
Startled by my sudden demonic appearance, she immediately clasped her hands together, assuming a prayer posture.
"As expected, you really are a demon."
"Saintess, have you forgotten this is inside illusion magic? A place where even your Divine Word doesn't work, right?"
"Ah......."
Realizing it late at my words, the Saintess stared at me with a blank face.
"Th-then, what is this? Why did you suddenly turn into a demon......."
"I just told you. This magic circle shows the user's desires."
The Saintess paled, covering her chest with both hands.
"N-no way, do you mean you on me......?"
"You're completely off base."
"Pardon?"
"This isn't a space shaped by my desires right now. Can't you tell from the location and situation?"
The church prayer room where Eirin was first chosen as a Saintess.
A space where Divine Word doesn't work.
And the magic circle reacting to the Saintess's words about not wanting to go back.
Starting to understand my words, the Saintess shook her head in disbelief.
"Y-you mean your change is because of my desire?"
"Exactly. The Saintess's hidden desire transformed me."
I didn't voice what that desire was.
If I let slip that I knew her desire, it would be an immense humiliation for her.
"My desire... turned you into a demon?"
The Saintess stuttered, unable to believe it.
'She might have hit the nail on the head.'
"I don't know the exact desire. But the magic circle will act to fulfill the Saintess's desire. And I am......."
"I'll leave!"
"Pardon?"
"You said we should go back earlier. I'll go back, so stop with these jokes now."
"Hmm, I can't do that."
"Pardon? Why! You just said we should go back. Why not now?"
If she'd said that five minutes ago, I could have dispelled the magic circle and satisfied her with a new one stripped of all sexual desire, as she wished.
But now it was impossible.
"The magic circle activated with me no longer as the administrator. Now that it's triggered, there's nothing I can do."
"How can it be so sloppy......."
"It's not sloppy—the Saintess's desire was just too strong. Otherwise, this wouldn't happen."
"Th-that can't be. I'm a Saintess. How could a Saintess have desires......."
The Saintess couldn't finish her sentence easily.
She fidgeted, unable to meet my eyes.
Ah.
So there is something she's guilty about.
I took a step closer to her.
"Eek!"
"My current form is the magic circle analyzing the Saintess's tastes and making the style she likes most. Bronze skin, rugged build, horns—a demon. From what I know, demons are said to have blue or red skin, but this kind of skin......."
"St-stop!"
As I took another step while speaking, she squeezed her eyes shut and pushed me away.
"...A-alright. Stop talking."
"You're admitting it?"
She bowed her head and nodded.
"Th-then, what do we do now?"
"Simple. You just need to be satisfied, Saintess."
"I need to be satisfied...?"
"Yes. I don't know if your real desire is 'wanting normal conversation with people' or 'wanting to be taken by a demon,' but either way, it means satisfying you to that extent."
"...So there's no other way to go back to reality?"
"Correct. Shall we try talking first? You don't actually want to do something that would get you hauled off by heresy inquisitors just for mentioning it, right?"
"...Okay."
The Saintess fiddled with her hands and let out a deep sigh.
Was it my imagination, or was her gaze fixed on one spot?
"You're staring at my chest awfully blatantly, aren't you?"
"N-no... I-I just... U-um, it was a coincidence. Sorry."
With zero immunity to men, she floundered and backed away.
"Let's just chat lightly for now."
"...Yes."
In the church, the demon-transformed me and the Saintess sat on the prayer room chairs.
But even after five minutes, the Saintess couldn't say a word.
"Say something."
"I-I don't know what to say. This is my first time like this."
"...What do you usually talk about with the priests?"
"It wasn't really conversation."
The Saintess hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth again.
"They'd always worship me, and I'd just nod."
"Is that how it works?"
"Yes."
"It sounds pretty one-sided for conversation."
"Yeah."
It seemed her longing for human conversation wasn't just because she couldn't speak freely.
A lack of everyday talk.
In the Goddess Church, she was an absolute being to be worshipped, so that was probably why.
"Alright. Let's start with simple chat. What did you have for breakfast?"
"Huh? Oh, we were still traveling, so just travel hardtack and jerky. Once this is over, I'll head back to the church and have the church meal."
"Hardtack's tough to eat outside travel. Did you know there's a new adventurer's paste out? You add hot water to a sealed pouch, apply heat, and it's ready to eat."
"Really?"
"Developed by the Meister School recently. I got some prototypes—want to take some later?"
"Sure! I had no idea things like that existed."
"The church doesn't look kindly on magic items. You'd be surprised how good they taste."
Starting from breakfast, we kept up the small talk.
But no matter how much small talk we did, the magic circle showed no sign of sending us back to reality.
On the contrary.
[The Saintess's desire is strengthening in real time.]
[Fulfill the desire quickly. If not resolved, it may go berserk.]
The magic circle was clamoring for the desire's fulfillment.
Saintess Eirin looked at the bronze-skinned demon Max before her eyes.
She couldn't even begin to describe how shocked she'd been when he first turned into a demon.
Was he really a demon, as per the Goddess's revelation?
But when she heard his change was due to her desire, her heart sank.
It felt like he was peering right into her soul as he spoke.
'How did he know?'
A long time ago, when she first became the Saintess, she'd vowed in her heart to subjugate demons.
That was a Saintess's duty.
Feeling it was her duty, she'd endured even the Divine Word that kept her from normal conversation.
She believed if she fulfilled all her duties, things would return to normal.
When she subjugated the Demon King, Eirin had hoped she could finally lay down her duties.
But as time passed, she couldn't reclaim her old life.
Countless followers and priests worshipped her, viewing the Demon King slayer as an absolute good, demanding even stricter rules than before.
Self-relief of sexual desire was absolutely forbidden.
Whenever such impure thoughts entered her mind, she'd go to the prayer room and pray to the Goddess.
I'm sorry for the wicked thoughts.
Please forgive me.
- The Saintess must always set an example.
- Everyone awaits the Saintess's miracles.
- Saintess, can you show a miracle at this event?
To her self-reproach, the priests always demanded she uphold the rules and exemplify as a Saintess.
Strictly, without the slightest deviation.
'I'm just an ordinary woman.'
The Goddess had merely given her special powers.
The suffocating rules made her feel like she couldn't breathe.
Her self-suppressed desires only grew stronger.
Her visits to the prayer room for repentance increased, and people admired her pure, lofty image as a praying Saintess.
Without knowing the thoughts behind those prayers.
Eirin desperately wished for someone to pull her out of this stifling place.
At first, she hoped a prince on a white horse would come for her.
But realizing no prince on a white horse could defy the church's might, she changed her target.
Next was a rough mercenary.
She imagined a battle-hardened mercenary who scoffed at gods grabbing her wrist with his large hand, fending off the holy knights.
But thinking they couldn't beat the holy knights, she sought another.
Each time she fantasized, she imagined someone stronger.
Someone who didn't believe in gods.
Who could ignore the church.
Who wouldn't bow to her as Saintess.
No human could do it, no matter how she imagined.
That's when the demon came to mind.
At first just a target for subjugation, now a savior figure.
With horns, immense power, and not unattractive looks.
She thought it was asking too much.
But imagination is whatever you want, right?
Since reality lets her have nothing she wants.
She'd satisfy herself with fantasy.
With that, she fantasized about a demon blaspheming the divine, forcing the Goddess to revoke her powers.
Herself, losing her virginity, unable to use divine power anymore.
Of course, she knew it would stay fantasy.
She knew it could never happen in reality.
The church's power was stronger than ever, and the demons' leader, the Demon King, was gone from this world.
'I shouldn't have subjugated the Demon King if I knew it'd be like this.'
She was that backed into a corner.
"Whether your real desire is 'wanting normal conversation with people' or 'wanting to be taken by a demon,' it means satisfying you to that extent."
At the demon Max's words, Eirin couldn't bring herself to say.
'I want to be taken by a demon.'
That was her last shred of pride.
She didn't want to leave the image of a Saintess who desired violation by a demon.
So they started talking.
'This is fun.'
Talking with Max was more enjoyable than she'd imagined.
After so long without it, she'd forgotten normal conversation, but time flew by as they chatted.
Of course, it didn't send her back to reality.
'I want to stay like this longer.'
Maybe the magic circle was fulfilling her desire to keep going, as Max said.
Eirin blankly watched Max skillfully lead the conversation.
A demon casually sitting in the church backdrop.
The impossible pairing felt strange yet fresh.
Gazing at the demon Max, who lounged relaxedly and chatted away, Eirin began slowly exploring his appearance.
His shining golden hair, to her tastes.
His sparkling bronze skin.
His rugged physique.
The bulging Adam's apple and the firm chest muscles felt beneath his clothes.
When she'd pushed him earlier, those brick-hard muscles.
Muscles.
The demon's firm muscles.
Before she knew it, Eirin lost focus on the conversation, staring piercingly at his body.
Up, down, face, up, down.
And then.
"Saintess?"
"...Yes?"
"What are you doing?"
Eirin couldn't meet the eyes of the demon Max looking at her.
She was ashamed of her lewd imaginings.
"Um, you know."
Regardless, her mouth moved on its own.
"I-if we keep going like this, it won't end......."
"......."
"Sh-shall we try it, once?"
And Eirin decided to be a little more honest with her desires.