Chapter 64
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: The Fallen Saintess
I waited outside the door. Before long, the men inside flung it open.
They poked their heads out, buck naked, and stared at me.
I killed the bastards who'd toyed with Nine. The alley ran red with blood.
The dead didn't go quietly. They shat themselves and croaked, filling the air with a vile stench.
Even so, it couldn't mask the thick, cloying scent of night-blooming flowers wafting from inside the house.
"What the hell are you?"
And these guys were stark naked to boot. Their junk swinging free. Not just nude—they were caked in cum.
Four presences inside the house total. Three stumbling out, one still on the bed.
Looked like they'd been taking turns pounding Alicia.
My face twisted in disgust. A flood of vile images churned in my head, turning my stomach.
Alicia moaning under these pigs. Her belly swollen with their filthy seed.
And those scenes mixed with what that bastard who'd messed with Nine had spewed earlier, burning my eyes. In the reassembled nightmare, it was Nine getting gang-raped by bums instead of Alicia.
"Ooh, she looks just like the Saintess."
Nine, the spitting image of Alicia—that made it hit even harder. I knew it was absurd fantasy, but reining in the emotions was damn near impossible.
"Where? Where?"
"Damn, another mercy visit from the church?"
"Nine all grown up would look just like this."
The men raked their eyes over Nine. From her face on down, their sticky gazes groped her tits and ass outright.
I didn't hold back.
The immunity granted to a retired Hero, the perks earned for sealing the Demon King—when better to use them?
Cleaning up a bit of trash wouldn't even dent my towering reputation.
I drew my sword. Swung it lightly.
They didn't even react before death claimed them. Heads rolled in the blink of an eye.
"Uh, uhh."
My quickdraw blade outpaced their brains processing death.
The man's body twitched. He caught his own falling head.
"Wh-what the... "
No more words. His flesh went slack in death.
All three men tumbled to the ground.
I kicked the corpses aside and stepped in. Pushing through the sweltering heat, there she was—Alicia.
Alicia lay sprawled on the bed. Yellowish cum oozed from her slack-spread legs.
"Hoo."
How to even describe it? Could I call this choking feeling in my chest "heartache"?
We'd never even dated. It was just the game setup.
I hadn't pursued Alicia aggressively, trying to hold her or anything. Kept a casual distance, just building affection points.
Sure, she'd betrayed me, but it wasn't some life-ruining wound.
'I knew. If I couldn't twist the game script, I'd get backstabbed.'
I failed to sway the heroines. Getting discarded was par for the course.
Knowing it was right didn't mean I wished them well after they ditched me. Hell, I hoped they'd struggle a bit.
That's how it was. Before Hero, I was a man, a human.
If the bitches who'd run through me lived it up scot-free, it'd piss me off.
Women who'd painted me as a lousy lay, popping out kids with well-hung studs and living happily ever after?
Leaves me as the limp-dicked loser. No thanks.
"Still, I never wanted it to come to this."
Where was the Saintess? The kind one who'd cast holy spells during fierce battles and brief rests—where the hell was she?
"Ahh. Hurry, stick your cock in me already."
Alicia stirred. She propped up her torso with effort and looked my way.
"My pussy's itching. Mister, hurry and fill my pussy with your big cock..."
Alicia's eyes flickered unsteadily. A spark of life flickered in those pleasure-glazed pupils.
"...Dyke...?"
"Thought you'd gone full vegetable. Guess not."
"Dyke."
Alicia called my name in a trembling voice.
"Why is Dyke here...?"
"Came to pick up Nine."
I didn't hide my purpose.
"Nine."
Did she even register Nine as her daughter? At the mention, she nodded like it clicked.
"...Ahh. Nine, my poor child."
Tears welled in Alicia's eyes. Smeared in men's filth, but that grime couldn't taint the raw emotion in those tears.
"Nine's such a pitiful girl. Born from a filthy womb like mine. If Dyke's here... you've taken in the others too, right? Tina, Celine..."
Alicia asked in a desperate voice. I didn't deny it.
Her vacant gaze sharpened. Alicia smiled faintly.
"Dyke's still so kind. I'm relieved."
"What?"
"Nothing."
Alicia sat up. She winced, glaring at her lower belly—maybe her pussy stung, or the dripping cum annoyed her.
"What a mess. Meeting Dyke after so long, and I'm like this. Kinda embarrassing."
"Surprised you're this compos mentis. Looked like your soul checked out a minute ago."
I snapped at her despite myself. Her acting casual after taking those thugs' loads rubbed me wrong.
"I was pretty far gone, yeah. Lost my mind to the pleasure. But now I'm clear-headed. Not sure if it's you, but seeing you cleared the fog right up."
"......"
Regret? My heart fluttered at her words. Was I still hung up on her, playing it cool or not?
"Take Nine with you. No good staying here. Lucky if she doesn't end up sold as a whore."
"...Was gonna anyway."
"Good. Dyke thinks so too. I can trust you. Leave her to you."
Alicia gave a soft smile.
"Nine's in the back room. Will you take her?"
"...And you?"
"I can't leave this place. A worthless woman who abandoned her duty and fell to lust—where could I even go?"
"Still so resolute."
Alicia's voice still carried the Saintess's timbre. Gentle yet firm, soft and strong all at once.
Her body defiled by cum, yet it seemed to radiate holy light.
I left Alicia behind and headed to the room. A soundproofing spell hung over it.
No outside noise could penetrate inside.
"Makes sense. Mother's magic."
"So she was thinking of the kid, at least."
"Daddy."
I opened the door to grab Nine. Then she called out, stopping me.
"First things first, we need the Progenitor's blood."
"...Huh?"
"You weren't planning to drag a kid along while fighting the Progenitor, right?"
Nine No.1 had a point. Even for me, tackling the Progenitor with No.2 on my back would be rough.
Better to secure the Progenitor's blood first, then fetch No.2. More efficient.
"Then let's head to the Progenitor."
"Hold on."
Nine No.1 hurriedly clasped her hands. A holy spell. With saintess-level divine power, she layered buffs on me.
"And this."
"What? A sword."
Nine pulled a blade from her subspace. Its edge gleamed blood-red.
"This should handle the Progenitor no problem."
"...Why give me this? I get you're helping, but why?"
And not come along?
"I wanna talk with Mom a bit."
"That okay?"
Regressors stirring up trouble everywhere can't be good, right?
"It's fine. We've got an understanding."
The one who'd regressed the No.1s. If she'd squared it with her, who was I to argue?
I shouldn't stand in Nine's way.
"You know where the Progenitor is? That's why the buffs and sword, huh."
"Bluegate City Hall. The Progenitor killed the mayor and's been impersonating him."
"Assassination it is. Right up my alley."
I'd infiltrated the Demon King's castle solo once. Memories from back then—slip in, slit throats, done.
"......"
I stared hard at Nine No.1. No clue what was on her mind.
Still, I left her with some words.
"...Don't hate her too much."
"You think I hate Mom?"
"Don't you?"
"What about you, Daddy? Hate her?"
I did once. Not anymore.
Tina dead, Celine dead. Grateful Alicia's alive, at least.
That's my take now.
Why? Why didn't Alicia stir me up anymore?
"I've always been grateful. Thanks to Mom taking the Progenitor's seed, I didn't end up with your lame bloodline."
"......"
Something felt off.
"Doesn't hurt a bit."
When Olivia said stuff like that, it tore my chest with pain and pleasure. But Nine's barbs? Nothing.
'...I see.'
Why the corrupted Alicia didn't faze me. Why I felt pity, not rage.
Nine No.1 standing whole before me. The woman who looked just like Alicia.
Thanks to her, I could see Alicia as a total stranger.
Banging the No.1s had unknowingly healed the scars from those past traumas I'd just endured.
"Gotta hurry and snag that Progenitor blood."
I want my own kids. Not just with Denis—with the No.1s too, knock 'em up.
Sever the bad blood with Tina. With Celine. With Alicia.
All of it, for good.
Motivation surged through me.