Chapter 435: A Little Trick
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 435: A Little Trick
It was night.
Liya was indeed very busy right now.
Clothes were scattered in a mess. Forget the storage magic device and the voice transmission stone kept inside—even the girl’s most intimate, delicate garments were tossed here and there.
Thus, the enchanting spring scenery was left completely unveiled, filling the room.
The magic stones provided a steady, warm light, but they cast the busy, swaying shadows of two figures against the wall.
Though time was short, both the "golden pig" and the "cabbage" wanted to make the most of every moment before dawn arrived.
Consequently, their movements were a bit wild.
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Outside the door, the veins on Lin’s forehead throbbed as she waited. She suppressed the urge to drag the pair of scoundrels out and chop them into dog food. Silently, she maintained a sound-shielding magic spell, preventing even a hint of the commotion inside from leaking out—noise that, if heard by any nun or knight busy in the Cathedral, would cause a massive upheaval among the believers.
Yet, alongside her anger, a faint blush crept onto the cheeks of this usually cold and expressionless Head Nun.
The two of them were playing far too fast and loose. For a woman like her, who had remained a virgin for decades, it was indeed a bit too much stimulation.
After a long while, the storm finally subsided.
Muen held the lovely and charming Saintess in his arms, feeling the afterglow gradually fade from its peak.
His wandering hands continued to tease her. The soft, supple sensation beneath his fingertips was like a spark on dry hay, ready to ignite again at any moment.
Unfortunately, there truly wasn't time for another round.
"What’s wrong? You seem a bit distracted."
Muen carried Liya by the waist into a bathtub already filled with hot water, and they shared a bath together.
After stealing a few kisses, Muen brushed aside the stray hairs clinging to Liya’s forehead and asked with a smile.
"Is something on your mind?"
Their recent physical and emotional intimacy had naturally allowed Muen to sense the slight turbulence in the thoughts of the girl in his arms.
"No... it’s nothing."
"Really nothing?"
Muen slid his hand along her beautiful curves to her ticklish spots, saying with a rogue-like grin:
"Bad girls who don't tell the truth get punished, you know."
"You... you’re the bad one."
Liya gave Muen a gentle shove, burying half her face in the flower-filled bathwater, blowing bubbles with a glug-glug sound.
Her gaze followed the soft light, landing on a ceremonial dress nearby.
It was a pure white gown made of ethereal gauze, adorned with points of holy light that looked like scattered stars.
It didn't look overly opulent, nor did it require any inlaid gems, for the owner of this dress was already the most adorable and enchanting creature in this world.
"Nervous?"
Muen kissed Liya’s smooth back.
"Mm, a little."
Liya shrunk her shoulders, being ticklish.
"Why?"
"Because there are so many people. I heard that millions of believers are coming to witness the ceremony."
"Millions... it sounds a bit scary, but in reality, it’s just a crowd."
Muen leaned into Liya’s ear and whispered mischievously:
"If you don't like them, should I kill a million or so to liven things up for you?"
"Oh, stop it."
Liya gave him a cute roll of her eyes.
"Those are devout believers, not bad people."
"Anyone who makes my Liya nervous is a bad person."
"Hmph, who’s 'your' Liya?" Liya raised her fair little chin with feigned haughtiness.
"You are my Liya."
Muen hugged her, swaying back and forth in the water.
"If you don't like the crowd, I can think of another way to help."
"What way?"
"Let me think..."
Muen pondered deeply for a long while. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration hit him, and his expression turned wicked again.
"I’ve got it!"
"Hmm? It’s not some bad idea, is it?"
"How could it be? I’m doing this for your own good, Liya."
Muen looked perfectly serious as he reached into his storage magic device, rummaging for a while before pulling out a small object like a magician performing a trick.
"What is this?"
Liya looked at the object in Muen’s palm with confusion.
It was a small, oval-shaped ball, seemingly made of jade. It felt slightly warm to the touch and contained a trace of mana.
When Liya tried to stimulate it, she found that the ball began to vibrate gently under the influence of her magic.
However, the shape and the function only made Liya more puzzled. She truly couldn't imagine what use Muen had for such a little thing.
"This..."
Muen gave a mysterious smile, then leaned in to whisper in Liya’s ear.
A moment later, Liya’s cheeks and even her ears turned a deep crimson. She turned and bit Muen’s wrist, crying out in indignation:
"You... you pervert!"
"Hiss... What do you mean pervert? I’m just trying to help you!"
Muen rubbed his wrist in pain, looking innocent.
"This is a great way to relieve tension!"
"What... what do you mean 'relieve tension'? You actually want me to wear... this kind of thing? What if I’m found out? And... this will only make me more nervous!"
"How could you be found out? Only I am allowed to look at my Liya. As for relieving tension... as long as your attention is diverted elsewhere, you won't be nervous about the crowd, right?"
Muen chuckled wickedly, pulling the angry but even more adorable Liya into another round of teasing.
Knock, knock, knock.
Lin’s voice finally rang out from behind the door, her patience at its limit.
"Your Highness the Saintess, the time has come. Please begin your preparations."
"I... I understand. I’ll start preparing immediately."
Liya called back, taking the opportunity to break free from the scoundrel’s clutches. She said huffily:
"In... in any case, I am the Saintess of the Church! I would never do something so shameless!"
Then, as if truly angry, Liya pushed Muen away.
"Get up, quickly! I have to get to work!"
"Fine, fine. If the Saintess is unwilling, how could I possibly force her?"
Muen stood up helplessly and scurried off to put on his clothes.
"Wait."
"Hmm? What is it?"
Muen turned back, winking at the fuming Saintess.
"Is Your Highness going to punish me? Well... whether it’s being stepped on or scolded, I’ll take it all."
"That would be a reward for you."
Having learned this scoundrel’s nature well, Liya pouted playfully. Then, she suddenly snatched the little toy from Muen’s hand.
"I can't let a bad person like you keep something that corrupts girls. I’m confiscating it!"
"Huh?"
"Don't 'huh' me. Get out, don't delay my business."
"...Alright."
Muen flexed his fingers and, after dressing, walked toward the door with a look of profound grief, as if he had lost something precious.
Just as he was about to close the door, Muen suddenly turned back and said seriously:
"Don't go using that for your own private pleasure now!"
Of course, all he got in return was an annoyed roll of the girl's eyes.
...
Outside the door, Head Nun Lin’s expression was naturally quite unpleasant.
Muen scratched his head awkwardly. Thinking about how he had repeatedly promised her but ended up "devouring" Liya anyway, he felt a strange sense of guilt.
In the end, Lin spoke first, looking at Muen with a half-smile.
"You... are truly 'filial' to your teacher."
"Haha, it’s alright. She doesn't have much integrity anyway."
"..."
Another silence followed.
Muen turned to look out the window, gazing at the lights that had stayed lit all night and the busy knights in the distance. He paused for a moment, surprised.
"That escaped criminal... they still haven't caught him?"
"Not yet. The target has incredible escape abilities. Moreover, pulling on one thread revealed a whole mess; preliminary interrogations of the captured personnel suggest those guys were just sacrifices meant to draw attention. The enemy seems to have several significant forces hidden within the Holy City."
"Will they be a threat to Liya?"
"Are you doubting the Church?"
Lin looked over expressionlessly, her eyes full of confidence.
Indeed, this was the Church—the largest and most exalted organization in the world.
If even they couldn't protect their own Saintess, then there was likely no safe place in the world for Liya.
"Maybe I’m overthinking it."
Muen shook his head.
"If you need any help, you can find me anytime."
"If necessary, I will."
Lin nodded.
As they spoke, the sound of the door opening echoed.
Liya, having dressed herself, stepped out of the room.
Muen’s eyes lit up.
Although he had seen the dress before, he was still stunned when Liya stepped out in her full Saintess regalia.
Her pale gold hair was pinned up high, revealing a swan-like neck. Her pretty face bore no makeup, yet it possessed a natural, tranquil holiness.
The long gown fit her perfectly, tracing her flawless curves. Thousands of intricate threads hung down like pure mercury flowing across the floor.
Compared to many noble gowns Muen had seen, this dress wasn't overly extravagant; it didn't even require attendants to carry the train.
Yet, it perfectly accentuated all of the girl’s beauty.
Her steps were steady, and her small hands, encased in white silk gloves, were folded over her abdomen. She stole a glance at Muen that was half-shy and half-reproachful before quickly raising her head high again, radiating the dignity and purity of a Saintess.
Muen unconsciously swallowed. The thought that this elegant Saintess had just been engaged in a fierce battle with him on the bed, moaning softly, made him feel exceptionally flushed.
"Alright, the time has come. Let us begin."
Lin clapped her hands lightly.
More doors opened, and from the previously empty space, several skilled nuns stepped forward.
As the most holy and pure Saintess, Liya required no one to help her dress; no one, regardless of gender, was worthy of seeing her naked body.
However, some external tasks still required assistance.
But it wasn't complicated, for the truly complex preparations were already complete.
And so, amidst swaying white gauze, drifting incense, and fluttering petals, the crown symbolizing her status once again reflected the first light of the human world.
Amidst the respectful bowing of everyone present, Liya held her head high and, as a true Saintess, walked into the endless light.