Chapter 69
Chapter 69
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Creating a Double Agent (4)
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"So, Derek Minster kidnapped that Red Saintess and trained her like a slave?"
"Yes, Your Highness. I saw it with my own eyes."
Underground in Berryhill Prison.
The Princess, who had just arrived, was deep in conversation with the captive.
"Anje would never wear such 'lewd' or 'shameless' attire of her own accord. Yet she acted like it was the most natural thing in the world."
Camillia nodded in agreement.
Anyone could tell at a glance that Anje was someone proud and aloof.
"But there's something even more important."
"What is it? Tell me everything, without holding back."
This was clearly an interrogation of intruders who had breached an imperial institution.
Yet the conversation was veering into strangely odd territory.
"She was as vicious toward me as ever, but when the Warden appeared, she pretended to be fragile and clung to him."
"That woman...?"
"Yes. Like she was under hypnosis, she only acted like a bitch in heat around the Warden."
"A bitch in heat...? How dare you use such vulgar language?"
The Princess furrowed her brow at the crude word.
Elinore, whose bad habit had slipped out, quickly apologized.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. It's just a habit from the novels I enjoy reading."
"What kind of novels?"
Camillia asked sternly, and the Captain of the Holy Knights Order confessed with a flushed face.
"It was 'How to Train Your Brooding Knight Captain' by Author Eri. Your Highness surely wouldn't know of such a work."
"Of course I don't. Just the title suggests it's filled with filthy content."
The Princess, her radiant golden hair neatly combed, feigned complete ignorance.
As if she had never laid eyes on such smutty novels.
"A collared maid in nothing but stockings consoles the captain, escapes at first but eventually succumbs to the pleasures she discovered underground and returns—what's that about?"
"...?"
Elinore looked utterly dumbfounded for a moment.
"Uh, that's exactly it, but you said you didn't know the content..."
"All smutty novels are like that! Eventually, she turns the tables, imprisons the male lead, and they both drown in ecstasy together!"
The Princess's expression darkened intensely for a split second.
Seeing that eerie look reminiscent of her ancestors, the Holy Knight Captain dropped her line of questioning.
"So, you're saying Derek the Warden truly turned Anje into a sex slave maid."
"Um, Your Highness? We've told you everything now, so you'll release us, right?"
The Empire's Greatest Spearwoman rose, her mood thoroughly soured.
She looked down at Elinore with utter indifference.
"What are you talking about? You're perfect cards to use against the Holy See."
"Pardon...?"
Camillia drew a clear line between duty and personal matters.
She turned away from the Captain as if discarding a toy that had outlived its usefulness.
"You attacked an imperial institution. You won't be released easily. Steel yourselves."
Elinore was dragged away with a dejected expression.
Her fainted subordinates met the same fate.
In the aftermath, the Holy See faced massive reparations and lost all their connections to the northern nobility.
However, the Princess felt no joy whatsoever.
Her eyes were fixed on one man alone.
Yes, that sly, serpent-like man smiling smugly from afar.
Derek Minster was all she could see.
That face pretending he knew nothing.
That brazen, lust overflowing, perverted look typical of the Minster family...
And yet, that's what made him all the more chilling...
"I need to stop reading novels myself."
Camillia, raised on a lifetime of proper education, smacked her forehead.
To suppress the deep-seated guilt and desires bubbling up from within.
'Right, I've made mistakes before based on hearsay—like casting Confession Magic without verifying. I can't repeat that folly born of prejudice.'
Deciding to stay calm and verify Elinore's claims, she approached the Warden steadily.
"Derek Minster. We'll take custody of the Holy See knights."
"Thank you so much. Without Your Highness's intervention, we would have been in grave danger."
"No need to flatter me after you've already handled everything."
"Not at all. Your Highness's presence alone made them halt any retaliation."
"Your words are so polished."
"It's the truth."
The Princess shot him a lioness's glare, full of suspicion.
But the Warden's eyes—pure yet decadently alluring—stirred an odd maternal instinct, like toward a beautiful boy hardened by life.
"Derek, I'd like to see the prisoners for a moment. Could you bring them?"
"Of course. All of them?"
"No, just Anje and Myoran."
Soon, a picnic table was set up in the tomato field.
Even the three finest chairs from the Warden's office.
Here began the historic three-way confrontation of titans.
"...">
Camillia sat alone, arms crossed, in the Warden's chair.
The two arriving prisoners sat with wary eyes.
"You're all here."
A maid outfit lewdly undersized for her figure, with twintails.
A black cheongsam whose growth had hiked up to bare her thighs.
Visuals so devastating that even past wardens would struggle to contain their lust.
But what truly grated on her sharp senses was something else.
"You all look quite different from when I first saw you."
Their once-ferocious impressions had softened markedly.
A keen intuition only women could share.
In the past, Anje had shown no human emotions at all.
She moved like one of her own monstrosities—driven by a single purpose.
But now, the saintess exuded a distinctly human warmth.
Desires and joys unique to humanity had taken root.
Her expressions varied subtly, her gestures more feminine.
Especially fiddling with those swaying twintails or tugging at her short skirt.
"You're prisoners, yet why are your outfits in such a state?"
"There weren't any clothes that fit me."
Myoran answered first, blunt-faced in Anje's stead.
"Probably because I'm still too young for their sizes."
"Your body doesn't look young at all."
Camillia replied coldly, and Myoran smirked.
"Well..."
A cynical expression, as if to say, what can you do about being born superior?
"...">
All three women at the table boasted continental top-tier figures.
But Myoran had one unbeatable edge over the other two.
She was the 'younger' one.
An age that inspired protection, with flesh that filled one's arms perfectly.
Aware of her advantage, Myoran casually brushed off her skin-tight cheongsam.
Her eyes brimming with yin energy denser than any other's.
"Am I bothering you? I'm just a mere prisoner."
This girl had changed too.
Once filled with isolation and rage, ready to tear the world apart.
Now, her eyes sparkled with new purpose in life.
And most irritatingly, having passed her venomous adolescence, her gaze had softened into something feminine.
"...You're from the East, so I'll let that slide. But your attire is disgraceful, so I'll have prisoner uniforms issued soon."
No signs of training there, so she let it pass for now.
The real issue was the vulgar maid before her.
"Anje. I heard you're a self-proclaimed saintess. Why are you in such shameful attire?"
'Self-proclaimed' was a deliberate jab.
She refused to acknowledge her as the biblical figure.
But Anje no longer flared up easily over religious matters.
More important goals and emotions had sprouted within her.
"Oh? Did you just say 'shameful'?"
Instead, she grinned like she was gearing up for attack.
The twintails made it all the more infuriating.
"Do you truly not find your current outfit shameful?"
"Of course not. Derek Minster gave it to me himself and told me to wear it."
"Did Derek Minster really order you to wear it?"
"Yeah, he said it suits me perfectly."
Anje placed a hand on her soothing curves, exuding leisure.
"I never imagined Derek Minster had such tastes."
The pinnacle of magic sensed the truth in Anje's words instinctively.
"We share our tastes, you see."
Anje added a meaningful tease toward the Princess.
Camillia's golden locks began to quiver from the tips.
As if struck by profound betrayal from one man.
"...">
She wondered what reaction Derek would have if she too sported tacky twintails like Anje.
But with her sturdy build, it'd just look pathetic—like an older woman desperately clinging.
No, why was she even imagining mimicking that look?
Her pride wounded, Camillia took a deep, menacing breath.
"...">
I watched from afar with Grand Elder Dark.
Gripping a tall tomato vine tightly.
"Things look serious..."
"Indeed. The Princess's expression right now resembles when her favorite doll was stolen by Ivan as a child."
Unlike me, Grand Elder stood with hands behind his back.
As if savoring an entertaining spectacle.
Thanks to him, I could relax a bit, but tension lingered.
"It looks blank to me, but your seasoned eyes see differently, Elder."
"Naturally. It's been ages since I've seen Camillia wear that look of deprivation."
The old man chuckled, fondly watching his grandniece.
Meanwhile, I burned inside, clueless about their talk.
'Please don't provoke each other into catastrophe.'
Unlike the Elder, I knew they were all walking extinction flags.
They were surely locked in a battle of wills over the Empire's key interests!
"Strange. You're mere prisoners, yet why do you seem so eager to build personal ties with the Warden?"
"Personal ties? This is all part of the Warden's direct orders for our reeducation program."
The Princess and saintess were in full verbal sparring.
"He's showing us that the strong must protect the weak through experience."
"So your mana being half-depleted is part of that?"
Anje faltered briefly.
She hadn't expected the non-divine Camillia to sense her power.
"You're desperately hiding it, but it's leaking out bit by bit. You're not pretending to be weak to cling to the Warden in some tacky ploy, are you?"
The Empire's lioness launched her counterattack.
She seized the silver serpent with her massive paw.
"You're awfully sensitive today. Could the mighty royal be jealous of a mere cleric?"
The viper slithered free through the gap in her claws.
"Men naturally gravitate toward women they want to protect. Your burly style must be intimidating."
"Protect? With your criminal record in plain view, how could I not be on edge?"
"Worried about the Warden? Someone might mistake you for a spinster boss crushing on her subordinate."
"Agreed. Hope she doesn't confess and force him to quit."
This time, Myoran chimed in.
The Princess's overt wariness of their bond with the Warden irked her.
But Camillia wasn't one to deny facts.
True to her spear-tip that pierced all obstacles...
She placed a hand on her blouse, strained taut by her ample chest.
"Ha, a crush?"
Camillia unbuttoned with imperial poise.
At that moment...
The tightly fastened collar sprang open.
Revealing a necklace fashioned from a ring.
"What nonsense. He confessed first."
The Princess delicately lifted the ring nestled in her deep cleavage.
A top-grade artifact perfect as a wedding band.
"That boy adores me. You're just eye candy."
Myoran and Anje's gazes turned icy in unison.
But Camillia wasn't satisfied with mere this much.
"It was bold and adorable. Proposing to royalty, no less."
The two prisoners knew it too.
That the Warden had given her a ring.
But they never imagined it'd be such an expensive wedding-ring design—far beyond his means.
Silence fell, letting the Princess continue triumphantly.
"You'll be released soon. The Warden advocated hard for your charges."
Camillia first eyed Myoran.
"Myoran, was it? Still a teen, he says—wants you in the Academy. ID will be issued soon; enroll if you wish."
Then Anje.
"Self-proclaimed saintess, same for you. It was mere incitement, not brainwashing—soon proven. Live as you please."
Victory secured, Camillia buttoned her blouse.
The forcibly strained button hung loose.
Yet even that felt enjoyable in her relaxed state.
"You all missed it, right? That 'freedom' you craved so much."
The tomatoes in the field suddenly wilted.
Intense yin, intense mana, vicious divinity.
As if crying out in agony from the clashing powers.
The force reached my arm, raising goosebumps.
"Elder, everything's okay, right?"
"...">
Even the sixty-something elder lost his smile.
"Uh, well..."
Averting his eyes from the venomously potent feminine auras.
I thought the same inwardly.
'This is properly fucked.'
I cautiously glanced back at the table.
My breath nearly stopped.
Anje and Myoran were staring straight at me.
Like cosmic horror eyes looming in the sky.