Chapter 137
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: The Blockheaded Saintess in Heat (5)
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...Hoo...
Marjan, who had been meditating alone in her room, opened her eyes.
The Saintess is in love with Sir Eugene...
The more she thought about it, the less she could just let it slide.
'I suppose... I have to tell Lady Lucia.'
Even before being Lilith's friend, she was a body taken in by Lady Lucia.
She felt sorry for the Saintess, but it couldn't be helped.
Choosing loyalty over friendship, Marjan rose from her seat right away.
A moment later, Marjan arrived in front of Eugene's room and checked the nameplate.
'...Hmm.'
On the day they enrolled in Carnea, Marjan and Lucia had made one promise.
To avoid interrupting any private matters, when with Sir Eugene, position the nameplate to the left.
When out, tilt the nameplate to the right.
'It's in the middle.'
Marjan nodded.
The timing was perfect.
With the nameplate right in the center now, it meant Lady Lucia was alone, didn't it?
—Knock knock
Marjan knocked and waited, but no matter how long she waited, there was no response.
"..."
—Knock knock
"...It's Marjan."
She knocked harder, but the door still didn't open.
...Did she forget to change it?
'No way.'
Lady Lucia, of all people, wouldn't make a mistake like that.
'...An emergency?'
In that instant, murder flashed in Marjan's eyes.
She pulled out her hair pin and, just like when she picked locks in the slums, swiftly unlocked the door and burst inside.
"Lady Lucia! Are you alright...!"
Instead of Lady Lucia, a woman with deep purple hair was occupying the bed.
Shing—
With the clear sound of a sword being drawn, Marjan dashed forward in one step and thrust her blade right up to the woman's throat.
"...Who are you? Where is Lady Lucia?"
"Eek!"
"...If you won't answer."
As Marjan gripped the sword hilt tighter,
"Marjan. Stop it."
Lady Lucia emerged from the bathroom, brushing back her silver hair damp with moisture, and spoke.
"La...Lady Lucia...?"
"Haa... I see you picked the lock again? I told you to break that habit."
As Lucia glared sharply, Marjan sheathed her sword.
"...I'm sorry... The nameplate was in the middle, and there was no response..."
"...Huh? That can't be. I definitely explained the nameplate to Vivian."
Vivian couldn't meet Lucia's scrutinizing gaze.
"S-Sorry... I... I forgot..."
"...Vivian, if you forget again next time, you'll be punished."
"Y-Yes... Sorry."
Lucia let out a light sigh as she watched Vivian bow her head deeply.
"Marjan, say hello. This is Vivian. So... hmm, she's about Master's second wife, I suppose."
"M-Me...? Sir Eu... Eugene's? Se-Second...?"
Hearing Lucia's words, Vivian's face lit up with overwhelming emotion, at a loss for words.
"Well, she did get a 'ring' from Master, so that much is only right."
"Eek... S-Sorry..."
"What's there to be sorry about? She got the 'ring' that even I haven't received."
"S-Sor...ry..."
Vivian flinched with every casual remark from Lucia.
'Se-Second... wife?'
And Marjan froze at the unexpected word.
"...Marjan?"
"Ah...! Y-Yes... Lady Lucia."
"What are you thinking so deeply about?"
"N-No... Nothing."
Marjan shook her head, and Lucia gave a light chuckle.
"Well, since you're here, would you mind drying my hair for old times' sake?"
"Ah, yes! Of course."
As Lucia sat in the chair, Marjan combed through her silver hair that fell to her waist.
"So, Marjan, what brought you here in such a hurry?"
"...Ah... Well..."
At Lucia's question, Marjan glanced at Vivian.
She worried whether it was okay to bring up such a sensitive issue as the Saintess in front of someone else.
"It's fine. Vivian can be trusted. Right, Vivian?"
"Y-Yes! You can trust me!"
If Lady Lucia guaranteed it, doubting would be disloyal.
"...Well... Lilith... no, the Saintess..."
Marjan relayed everything she had learned to Lucia.
Contrary to Marjan's expectation that she'd be jealous or angry, Lucia smiled softly.
"As expected of Master. How long has it even been since he came to Carnea, and he's already conquered the Saintess... I wonder if they've consummated already?"
"...I don't think so. It seems like the Saintess is unilaterally smitten with Sir Eugene."
"Hmm... Got it. Good work, Marjan. From now on, report any such info right away."
"Yes, Lady Lucia. And Vivian, I sincerely apologize."
Her hair styling finished just in time, Marjan bowed to Vivian in apology.
"Ah... No, it's fine. N-No injuries or anything."
As Vivian rubbed her nape, the blanket covering her body slipped down slightly.
"...!"
Marjan's mouth fell open wide at the sight of Vivian's breasts.
'...Th-Those... are breasts? What were the ones I knew until now...?'
She had doubted whether Lady Lucia's were the same as hers every time she saw them...
But Vivian's breast size wasn't just surprising—it inspired awe.
'...Looks and figure... No wonder Sir Eugene fell for her. But to think Lady Lucia approved her as second wife, and even room for the Saintess...'
She thought Lady Lucia would never allow a concubine, yet she'd approved two.
'Th-Then... maybe I have a chance too...?'
Marjan shook her head to dispel the intrusive thoughts.
She couldn't have such irreverent ideas in front of Lady Lucia herself.
'What's wrong with you, Marjan! You've been weird lately!'
Ever since smelling the thick male scent filling the room at the Creampie Inn, such thoughts wouldn't leave her mind.
'...Come to think of it, even now...'
The soaked bed, the blue bruises covering Lady Lucia and Vivian's bodies, Sir Eugene's underwear tossed in the corner.
Her mind had been full of the Saintess issue until now, so she hadn't noticed, but the room reeked of recent passion.
"Th-Then, excuse me!"
Marjan's face flushed beet red as she bolted out of the room.
Heading back after finishing the graveyard investigation.
I looked like I'd collapse if anyone so much as bumped me.
Having dug and wandered all day, my limbs were trembling.
But right now, my mental fatigue outweighed the physical.
I rubbed my face and sighed.
'Fuck.'
Without the one thing that absolutely had to be there, I had no clue where to start.
'...If there's no demonic energy in the graveyard, the Saintess has no reason to come, right?'
In the first playthrough, the reason Lilith transferred to Carnea was to resolve the anomaly caused by demonic energy.
But if there was no demonic energy to begin with, Carnea wouldn't even request dispatch from the Parthenon.
'Then... why is Lilith coming to Carnea?'
A position like Saintess isn't something you snag like a card game, and without Carnea's request, she can't move easily.
No matter how I thought about it, the contradictory situation made my head throb.
'...In the end, I need to meet the Saintess.'
Normally, you'd build affinity by guiding the lost Saintess around school in the standard route, but...
Finding that demonic energy somewhere took priority over the standard path.
'Haa... For now, rest up and do it tomorrow...'
Just a few steps left to my room.
I'd squeezed out every last bit of infant strength to make it this far.
"Th-Then, excuse me!"
At that moment, Marjan came rushing out without looking ahead.
'Dodge... but...'
Normally, a speed I could spot and avoid.
...But unfortunately, my legs were jelly right now.
Thud—!
Eugene tumbled to the ground after colliding with Marjan.
Having checked Lilith's handjob prowess, Iris bit her lip hard.
'...N-No... At this rate... I'll lose...'
If what she held now were Eugene-kun's dick instead of a dildo, that girl definitely would've made him cum first.
'No... I can't let that happen! I can do better!'
She refused to lose to a girl who'd never even touched Eugene-kun's dick.
...No, she couldn't lose.
Iris's eyes widened as she focused every ounce of her mind on the dildo, when a single idea flashed through like lightning.
'...I see it... the path to victory!'
Having found the method, Iris gripped the dildo not with one hand...
But with both.
'If five isn't enough... then ten it is!'
Suddenly changing her handjob style mid-way wouldn't beat Lilith's demonic talent.
...So, she decided to maximize her own strength.
Fingers doubled from five to ten.
Just twice as many, but combined with the delicate touch of a healing slut, it produced pleasure several times greater.
'...Eugene-kun would definitely love this!!'
Imagining Eugene-kun's reaction, Iris concentrated sensation into each finger.
—...Iris, I'm cumming!
'Yes! Cum for me, Eugene-kun!'
Sploosh—! Splurt—!
It was imagination, but she knew.
She had definitely made Eugene-kun climax before Lilith.
'...I... I won! I won!'
Iris jumped up, beaming as she hopped around the infirmary.
"...Teacher."
"Eek...!"
Even so, getting too excited in front of a student was embarrassing.
'H-How embarrassing.'
Regaining her composure, Iris cleared her throat and sat back down. Lilith opened her mouth with a resolved expression.
"Um... Lilith Whiteflang... Can I come learn more next time too?"
Seeing Lilith's clenched fists, Iris swallowed hard.
'...This girl... she's serious!'
She might think defeat was natural for a first-time handjob, but Lilith was genuinely frustrated.
'...Then, I'll accept that seriousness!'
Feeling more like rivals than teacher and student, Iris extended her hand.
"...Anytime!"