The Black Knight Swore to the Blind Saintess
Late at night, I made my way to the back of the Grand Cathedral. Rose had promised to secretly leave the side door unlatched for me at the appointed hour.
Huh?
Rose was standing right in front of the side door.
What's this? I told her not to come out where people might see her.
The moment she spotted me approaching from a distance, she made a show of dropping something on the ground, then slipped back inside through the door.
I walked up to the side door and picked up whatever it was Rose had dropped.
What's this?
It was an old ring.
Wait... don't tell me this is—
In the novel, Rose had appointed Sieg as her sworn knight and given him a ring. A ring that allowed her to summon him to her side no matter how far away he was. The push-and-pull episodes the two of them staged with this ring had been a huge hit with readers.
◈ Relic of the previous Saintess
◈ Summons the wearer to the Saintess's private room — once per day, upon accepting her call
I slipped the ring on. At once, the orb set in the band began to glow a soft blue. I could feel Rose calling me. There was no signal, no sound, nothing of the sort — I simply knew. It was uncanny.
Since it doesn't summon me automatically, I suppose I still have to agree to come on my end—
Whoosh—
In an instant, everything before my eyes went white. When I opened them again, I was standing in a rather luxurious bedroom.
"Ian!"
Rose, dressed in her white priestess robes, threw her arms around me. I held her and stroked her hair.
"Rose."
"Ian. I missed you."
She nuzzled her face against my chest.
"This place..."
Rose lifted her head.
"Here? Hehe. It's my bedroom. Don't worry, the door's locked and I've put up a soundproofing spell. No one ever comes here anyway."
"Rose, hold on."
I pulled the little gift I'd prepared for her out of my coat.
"This is for you."
A single white rose. Rose's eyes went wide.
"Oh!? A white rose! A present? Wow. Thank you!"
She took the rose and flashed me a radiant smile. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I changed the subject and held up the ring in my hand.
"So where did this come from?"
Rose placed the white rose into the tall vase by the window.
"Let's sit down and talk."
She took my hand and started to pull me toward the table she used for receiving guests.
"Not there. Over here."
I caught Rose's hand and led her to the bed instead. Climbing onto it, I settled back against the headboard and gathered her into my arms, letting her lean against my chest. Beneath the white priestess robes permitted only to a Saintess, I grabbed hold of her breast.
"Mmmngh... Ian♥"
Rose cooed sweetly at me. I whispered into her ear.
"You look like you've been doing just fine without me. I'm a little hurt, honestly."
"Nooo, that's not true. I missed you so much it hurt. I thought about coming by the shop more times than I can count, but I held myself back."
Remembering how I'd grabbed Eve's ass right in front of the shop in broad daylight, my heart abruptly dropped into my stomach.
"Good call. A Saintess has no business frequenting a place like that. That'd be a disaster."
"But now I can use this, so we can see each other all the time."
Rose opened her palm and gazed at the ring.
"Right. What is this thing, anyway? What's the story?"
"It came down from the Papacy. Some kind of relic of the previous Saintess, apparently. For self-protection — you're supposed to use it to call a knight if you're ever in danger."
"So I can call you whenever I want, as many times as I want?"
All manner of crimes one could commit with a ring like this flashed through my mind.
"Nope. Once a day. And like just now, I have to accept your call for it to work."
Then a question suddenly occurred to me.
"Okay, Rose, so I get how I can come to your bedroom like this. But what about when I need to go home?"
"I can send you back. It returns you to the exact place where you accepted my call. Today you came through the Cathedral's side door, but from now on we can go back and forth from your house."
"Oho."
It worked exactly like the ring in the novel.
"Ian. This is supposed to be given only to a knight who's sworn a formal oath to me, so you absolutely can't let anyone else see the ring, okay?"
"Right. I'll keep it at home and only wear it at our set time."
"Okay."
"Rose. Let's get you out of these clothes."
I moved to strip off her priestess robes.
"Wait, how does this thing even come off?"
"It's basically like a dress."
She gripped the hem of the robes and peeled them off herself.
Good heavens.
Underneath, Rose was wearing white lingerie. White stockings, all the way up to a garter belt.
I gathered Rose back into my arms and slipped my hand inside her lacy panties.
"...Ian."
She turned her face to me, and we kissed. In no time at all, the inside of her panties was soaked through.
Mid-kiss, Rose could hold back no longer. She twisted her body around and started undoing my buttons, and moments later I was completely naked.
To be naked in the bedroom of Saintess Emilia Rosebloom herself. A strangely delicious sense of sacrilege washed over me.
Rose knelt before me, took my cock in her hand, and began lapping at it with her tongue. I stroked her hair as I spoke.
"So, I'm planning to enter that knight tournament they're holding soon. Word is the winner gets appointed as an Imperial Knight. That was my plan — to become your knight that way. Then we could see each other all the time."
Rose flicked her tongue just beneath the head of my cock as she answered.
"Really? Hmm. If it's you, Ian, you might actually win."
"I'll win it for sure and become your knight, Rose. I promise."
"...Mmmn."
Her response was half-hearted as she nursed on my cock, sucking it in slow, deliberate pulls.
Should I tell him? No. I don't want Ian worrying about it. I'll just act like nothing's wrong.
Something was clearly weighing on her.
"Rose, is something wrong? You're not usually this quiet."
Rose swirled her tongue in slow circles around the head of my cock.
"Huh? No. Nothing's wrong?"
"Rose?"
With a rough, deliberate motion, I fished one of her breasts out from inside her bra. Now Saintess Emilia had one bare tit lewdly on display. I tickled her pink nipple lightly with my fingertip.
"Aaahhn♥"
She looked up at me with a desperate, needy expression, and her hand stroking my cock sped up.
"Come up here."
I pulled Rose up from where she was crouched and had her climb on top of me. My massive cock stood upright, curving toward the ceiling. Burning hot with need, she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her soaked panties against me.
I gave her an ultimatum.
"If you won't tell me, I'm not giving you any today."
Rose hesitated, squirming — then finally, after agonizing over it, she opened her mouth.
"Ian. I've been thinking about quitting. Quitting the Saintess thing."
"Let's do it."
My answer caught her so off guard that she stopped mid-hip-roll.
"Huh?"
I wrapped my arms around her smooth waist.
"The war's nearly over anyway. So quit being the Saintess and come live with me, Rose."
"Can I... really do that?"
There was something heartbreakingly sad in her face. I pulled her tighter against me.
"What happened? Tell me."
"People are saying it. That Emilia Rosebloom isn't a real Saintess. That she's never performed a single miracle, that there's nothing holy about her — she's nothing but the Papacy's pretty face."
Ah. So that's it.
With the war winding down, people's psychological dependence on having a Saintess to believe in was fading. Her drug had simply run out of potency, so to speak. Because of me, Sieg — now an adventurer — had somehow stumbled into one stroke of fortune after another and ended the war before he'd even become a knight. Unlike in the novel, Rose had never gotten her window to shine as a Saintess at all.
I gently stroked the small of her back.
"Rose. To me, Emilia Rosebloom will be my Saintess for all eternity. You don't need to be everyone else's Saintess. Being Ian Castollini's Saintess is more than enough."
"...Ian."
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"So if it ever gets to be too much, quit any time and run away with me. Let's go somewhere no one knows us and live there together."
Rose couldn't hold back any longer — she crashed her lips against mine in a flood of kisses.
With her lacy panties shoved aside, her pink folds gripped my massive cock in a tight, hungry seal. The thick shaft spearing up into her ravaged her depths without mercy.
"Haaahn♥ Ian, I think I'm gonna come again."
Rose clung to me tightly, rocking her hips faster and faster as she drove herself toward the peak. I whispered in her ear.
"Come for me, Saintess. I'll fill you up."
Rose took my face in both her hands. We gazed into each other's eyes. Never stopping the roll of her hips, she breathed against my lips.
"Give it to me. Fill me to the brim with your cum, Ian."
"I love you, Saintess."
"I love you too."
Rose kissed me, and we savored each other's tongues with shameless greed. Then she dropped her hips all the way down — the massive cock plunged deep into her pussy in one long, burying stroke.
I began to erupt, firing my seed straight up into her clenching depths.
Spurt! Spuuurt! Spurt!
I grabbed fistfuls of Rose's ass with both hands. Reaching our climaxes together, we tangled our tongues in a ravenous, messy kiss, as if trying to pour every last drop of pleasure we each felt directly into the other.
And then—
Goddess Rhea is moved to tears.
You have received the Grace of God.
A trait has been granted to Big Cock for Training!
Divinity has been infused into Big Cock for Training!
A trait has been granted to High-Capacity Pleasure Semen!
The essence of a divine elixir has awakened within High-Capacity Pleasure Semen!
Whatever the status window was chattering on about, I focused everything I had on kissing Rose. Then, after a moment—
"Haa... haa..."
A thin strand of saliva stretched and sagged between Rose's tongue and mine. Only then did I notice that something about her body had changed.
"Saintess."
A faint, holy radiance was glowing from her skin.
"Wha...? Ian, something about my body feels... strange."
Rose had noticed it too.
Emilia Rosebloom has awakened the skill Holy Miracle (Level 0).