Chapter 9: it's Power

"Teacher, I don't like it..."

The saint spoke of her regret while holding back tears.

When she heard the goddess's voice, she thought she shouldn't tell anyone about this.

A saint was born in a brothel in a poor place called Raksha.

The Pope officially recognized Marianne as a saint chosen by the goddess, but the people's view of her did not change easily.

Most people doubted her sincerity, especially those filled with her arrogance, such as Genoa.

[Go to Karan Village.] [It's my arrangement.]

Meanwhile, I heard the voice of the goddess.

It was an oracle that had been handed down for the first time in several decades, and Marian boasted to everyone that she was able to prove that she was a real saint.

And the result was the current situation.

``I guess you can't examine it because it's too wet.''

``...Because you keep touching it. Hmm..."

"Why? Do you feel it?"

The man tried to violate his most private parts to his heart's content.

She wanted to end it right away, but Marianne didn't have the courage.

If she had not been able to bring along her warriors, whom she called her oracle, the eyes of those who were already suspicious of her would have turned even more harshly.

"Who, who is feeling it? That's... But, ah, no. I'm sorry."

"Huh? Are you really feeling what you're feeling here?"

"Huh... Ah, no... Huff, that's... okay.

At first, the man said he would check for marks on her butt, but now he was just touching Marianne's vagina as if he had no interest in her butt.

The strange thing about her was that every time a man's hand touched something, she felt a pleasure that even Marianne herself couldn't bear.

"Hah...haaaaaan..."

"If I make that noise, will the people outside hear me?"

Marian said in a panic at the words of the man who was her hero. She held her hand out in front of her mouth.

She didn't know what her actions meant.

Before becoming a saint, she was from the brothel Raksha.

Of course, it was a matter of men and women, and she had no choice but to naturally learn that from an early age.

Of course, that doesn't mean she was sexually experienced.

Her own mother was trying to somehow protect her second daughter, and thanks to her, Marianne was able to protect herself from the many men who were targeting her.

And above all, what hindered her sexual experience was Marian's own aversion to sex.

She was the one who hated her mother, who used vulgar gestures and made obscene noises while being held by a stranger's husband.

Of course, if Marianne's beauty had blossomed, it would have been impossible for her mere courtesan to protect her, and Marianne's will would have been meaningless.

Fortunately, when the flower named Marianne began to bloom, she became a saint and was able to protect her chastity.

``What...that stop...''

``Don't you like stopping that much?''

``Hahaha...hahaha... Sorry, Ah, Ah, there.'', No.

Marianne thought the sounds coming out of her own mouth would melt her brain.

Isn't she just like her mother, who hated her?

Thinking that Genoa outside might hear this obscene sound, she tried to suppress her moans, but her body seemed to have broken down, and she couldn't control it.

No, to be honest, the fact that Genoa was outside of her made her even happier.

"Her hole twitches. It's like it's begging for her fingers to stick in it."

Marianne plays with her pussycat like a toy, and when the man smiles at her, she licks it. bit his lower lip.

The guy's fingers didn't really seem to have any emotion; they just whipped his dick and didn't do anything more.

Maria was embarrassed to even show her genitals, but the man's attitude was extremely humiliating to Maria.

``Can I come in? If you want it, I'll do it for you.''

``No, that's not true. Wow...''

Contrary to what Marianne says, she can't help but feel that her hole is waiting for a man's finger. Felt.

She felt the man's rough, thick fingers penetrating her body little by little.

And this moment.

Marianne felt something snap inside her head.

"Huh, oh, oh, no, no."

She started pouring water as if her pussycat was completely ruined.

The unbearable shame and humiliation of her girlfriend irritated her, but another feeling of release flowed through her whole body.

It was a feeling she had never felt before in her life.

**

"Ha, I didn't think a bitch named Saint was cheap."

That's what I thought as I looked at her wet arms.

The Saints not only got her hands wet from the cheap liquid, but the sleeves of her dress were also completely wet and stuck to her arms.

I may not have known what this situation meant before, but I have experienced similar situations several times through Lina.

Even though she was moving her body so much, I could count on my fingers the number of times Lina wrapped herself like a saint.

I watched as the saint wiped the liquid from her hands with the towels she had wrapped around her house.

The saint's back looked strange as she sat on top of the liquid that engulfed me, trembling as if her legs had lost their strength.

Honestly, my cock exploded just looking at it.

"Hah... huh..."

The saint was breathing heavily as she looked up at me with blurry eyes.

Their eyes were filled with contempt and shame, but they still seemed to long for something.

Just as I was excited, the saint was also excited.

He knew exactly what her eyes were looking for.

"Not yet, not yet."

I forcibly suppressed the desire of the saint, who was staring at me and trembling.

It wouldn't be a problem to have sex with her if she had decided to do so, but the timing wasn't right at the moment.

No, to be more precise, I thought that if I violated her like that, I wouldn't be able to solve even half of her grudge against her.

In order to properly take revenge, this delicate relationship needed to mature a little more.

And just leaving her alone would be enough to make the saint suffer.

It was me; there was someone who could satisfy her desires, but she was not a saint.

"…I checked."

"…What?"

"Please let me follow you." Why are you complaining?

I said to Marian, throwing her the towel I was drying her hands with.

I saw her saintly face turn red with embarrassment when the towel I threw hit her face and fell to the ground.

Still, she couldn't go outside, so she started cleaning her vagina with the towel I gave her.

"You may have complaints. Please keep your word."

The saint said as she wiped her body and put her clothes back on.

Unlike before, when she took off her clothes, she doesn't seem to care much about showing off her figure.

I smiled. I nodded in my heart at the change in the saint.

"Of course. But there are still things to sort out, so I'll start tomorrow."

"It'll take about a day. I understand."

The saint thought about my words for a while, then said, He nodded.

In any case, she also had a pained expression on her face that made me want to take a break.

**

"Allen!"

As soon as I left the house with the saint, I heard an old man's voice from the ghetto.

The old man looked at me with a worried look and stomped his foot.

Judging from the situation, he had been captured by Genoa and the Holy Knights and was unable to enter the house.

I was quite worried about what had happened to Marianne, but fortunately the old man was waiting outside, and he was not in a good mood.

Two men dressed as Holy Knights were holding the old man from the ghetto by both of his arms.

"What is that?"

I asked, turning to Genoa.

Genoa looked at me and the saint and answered with a shameless expression.

"She can't let anyone in where the Saint is, so she just keeps them there for a while." This is one's home above all else. What right do you have to have him?

I asked back, staring at Genoa with a cold expression.

I knew from the beginning that she was a bad girl, but my fever soared when I saw her sassy behavior.

"Is that so? First of all, rights are something only those in power can claim.

Rather, Genoa looked like he didn't understand what I was saying.

's strength?

My I felt infinitely rude at her courage to talk about power in front of her, but I just smiled.

Genoa itself recognized that the powerless had no rights and therefore believed that the word could be used forever.

"Huh, nothing has changed this year or that year."

Well, it would be quite strange if something had changed.

The girls are the same as before; the only thing that has changed here is me, now that I have regressed.

``Power...these words. Please remember me clearly.''

I said this as I looked into his eyes.

But is it because my words sounded ridiculous?

Rather, Genoa started laughing, probably unable to bear my reaction.

"Okay, please bear with me, warrior."

After this conversation with Genoa, I slowly approached the old man in the ghetto.

I wanted to tell Genoa about the difference in power right away, but first I need to calm down my inspiration.

As I approached, the soldiers held on to the arms of the old men in the ghetto.

"Let me go. When do you say something nice?"

I said to the soldiers, showing my teeth.

Ghetto's inspiration was great, but he was already over 60 years old.

Moreover, the people holding his arms were paladins who had nothing to do after eating except pray and exercise.

Of course there will be some degree of pain, but even if it isn't, it might not be pleasant to be forcibly restrained.

Hearing my words, I saw the knights turn their attention to Genoa and, after a while, let go of the old man's arm.

I spoke to inspiration, but I received anger within.

``Grandpa, as you probably know, I'm a warrior.''

``...What happened all of a sudden?''

``Huh.'' For some reason, one day, it seemed like I suddenly became stronger. . "

I said this to the old man in the ghetto with a smile.

The old man's expression was very complicated, but he didn't say anything, probably because he didn't want to burden me.

``Hmm, it's a pain, but I want to become a hero.''

``...Are you that determined?''

After a while, I nodded slowly to answer the old man's question. .

Perhaps inspiration asked me a similar question in a previous life.

"And I said if you're scared and don't want to, you can run away."

I smiled, remembering what my inspiration had told me earlier.

In my more than 20 years as a warrior, the only person who told me it was okay to run away was an old man.

"Oh, I have to move. Inspiration too.''

``Oh, what do you mean?"

"There is a house on the royal capital side, so get ready to go there. I'll explain the details later.''

I told the old man in the ghetto and hurried off.

The reason was that I had to do several things in order to leave the city the next day.

**

``Lina.''

``...Why did you come here, hero?''

The first place I visited was Lina's house.

Lina looked like she didn't know how to interact with me, who had suddenly gained a position.

I looked at her with a wry smile at her reaction to Lina.

To the country girl, the protagonist may seem like a great figure from a heroic story, but the reality is a little different.

In my 20 years as a warrior, being a warrior was nothing.

"I'm sorry. Because you said so.

I looked at Lina and told her my honest feelings for her.

To my surprise, Lina looked at me with shocked eyes and started crying.

"I, I... You're going to become a warrior. The saints and holy knights are also looking for you. That's why I thought I'd go."

"Oh, I'm going."

In Lina's words, I reacted immediately.

She knew the timing was bad, but she didn't want to lie.

``Yes, but why did you come here?''

Lina asked with an angry expression on her face at her words.

It was interesting to have my mood change all the time, but it was still better than giving myself a hard time like before.

``I have a request. Lina.''

``...A request?

Lina widened her eyes at my words and pointed at her face. A normal girl like you would request.

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