A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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Like being skewered on a stick, even though the pain was unbearable, one could only tremble and let the blade remain inside the body, with blood constantly oozing out.

"It hurts so much! Kill me...please, just kill me!"

The transformation from pleasure to pure pain can happen in an instant.

Falling from the clouds to the abyss was the kind of drama Ange used to enjoy torturing her prey, but now, this drama was being used on herself.

Blood stained the sword, but Saint Karina seemed to think that this amount of blood was not enough. She gripped the hilt tightly and twisted it gently.

The blade then ripped through the body's internal muscles, causing blood to gush out...

"Farewell, Miss Ange."

The trial continued until Ange, the "Heart-Piercing Demon," completely stopped beating, at which point Saint Karina drew her sword and ended the trial.

On the ground... lay a woman, who would never wake up, soaking in a pool of blood.

The black clothes now appeared as dark red and black, like a wedding dress from a horror movie, stained with dried blood.

127. Bathroom

"Your Holiness, what is this?"

Philomena's expression turned to concern when she saw that Saint Karina had returned with many bloodstains on her body.

"We encountered a minor problem, but it has been resolved."

Saint Karina did not describe the trial process in detail; let that heavy feeling be buried forever in the dark alley.

After that, the trouble the store manager was worried about the female public relations officer encountering on her way home would not be a problem.

"Your Holiness, would you like something to eat?"

"Do I look like I'm dressed like this, ready to eat?"

The table was covered with exquisite little desserts, including cakes, puddings, cookies, and more.

"May I feed you, Your Majesty?"

"Okay, that's the one I want."

Saint Karina pointed to a small cream cake on the table, about the size of a fist and a half, with a strawberry on top of the white cream.

"what……"

With her cherry-like lips slightly parted, she bit into the cream cake, some of the white cream covering her lips, and the strawberry was also eaten.

Strawberries are sweet and sour, while cream is very sweet and cloying, but most girls like this sweet and cloying feeling.

All things considered, it's not bad.

"Your Holiness, how does it taste?"

"not bad."

"Would you like to try my flavor?"

Philomena also took a bite of the dessert on the table, but she chose pudding.

Soft and bouncy, it felt like an electric current ran through it during the kiss—a fleeting kiss.

"Your Holiness, you need to take a bath now, right? Let me serve you."

St. Karina, who had returned home weary from her journey, was indeed eager to take a bath after being reminded.

After saying that, Philomena started rummaging through the wardrobe. The outfit Saint Karina was wearing was dirty and definitely couldn't be worn anymore.

There were many styles of robes in the wardrobe, all made of silk. She took out two of them, put them in a basket by the bathroom door, and then pushed Santa Karina inside.

"Your Holiness, please sit on this stool. Leave the rest to me."

Philomena pointed to the small round stool and said.

Perhaps she had something on her mind, because Saint Karina sat down without even taking off her dirty clothes.

Her white hair was damp with the steam from the bathroom, and water was dripping from her clothes. The collar around her neck was a kind of constraint, preventing her from going too far from the sanctuary.

"Your Holiness, please at least take off your clothes before I help you take a bath."

"Sorry, I'm a bit tired, I really forgot."

So, Saint Karina simply took off her clothes and, following Philomena's instructions, obediently dressed up like a doll.

Although it wasn't the first time Philomena had seen Saint Karina's skin, she still felt that every inch of Saint Karina's skin was a masterpiece of the Creator, exquisitely sculpted.

Especially now, with her hands obediently placed on her thighs, Saint Karina looks as well-behaved as can be.

"Your Holiness, I am about to begin."

As she said this, Philomena took out a towel, filled a bucket with hot water, and began to scrub with soapy foam.

Gradually, the smell of blood turned into the scent of soap, and there was no longer any other strange smell on Saint Karina.

"Mmm~ It smells so good."

Somewhat intoxicated, Philomena sniffed Saint Karina's body. Ever since taking the form of the Holy Sword and the Holy Maiden, Philomena had often found herself unable to control her desires.

128. Emotional Comfort

"So tired—I'm exhausted!"

After finishing the cleaning, Santa Karina said this as she collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted.

Philomena, as expected of an ascetic priestess, is completely different from the Pope, a carnivorous woman. She doesn't always pester people to do all sorts of indescribable things; she knows how to be moderate and restrained.

Santa Karina's personal living room is a simple room furnished with a bed, a simple desk and a chair; it was probably a living room for two people.

Saint Karina buried her head in the pillow, enjoying its texture, and took a deep breath of the cleaning agent's scent.

"Well, if the decor is too luxurious, it makes people feel uncomfortable. This is quite nice..."

Just as Santa Karina was talking to herself, she was startled by a sudden knock on the door and looked up.

"I am Philomena, Your Grace. May I come in now?"

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing. I didn't do anything strange, you can come in."

"Your words, Holy Maiden, might make people think you're doing something strange. Anyway, excuse me."

As she said this, Philomena pushed open the door and entered.

Philomena entered wearing the same clothes she wore in the bathroom, her hair loose, looking very relaxed, soft and fluffy.

So, her heart pounded wildly. At this moment, Saint Karina was already in a bind and could only react to whatever came her way.

"Um……"

Philomena made a very small sound from deep in her throat.

"Your Holiness, if you don't mind, I'd like to sit here."

It seemed as if she was talking to herself, and then she sat down next to Santa Karina.

"Come sit here, I won't mind. On the contrary, I'd be happy to have a beautiful girl next to me."

Even so, Saint Karina still answered Philomena's question.

The two sat down on the same bed, Philomena and Saint Karina standing very close, about shoulder-width apart. This distance was too intimate when they were alone, making Saint Karina feel somewhat flattered.

She glanced at Philomena's pale profile beside her, trying to discern her expression, but suddenly realized that Philomena's face was already flushed, red all the way to her ears.

"This is a special service."

"……Um?"

Just as Santa Karina was about to voice her doubts, she felt a force pressing down on her head.

Her seated body could hardly resist the sudden force, and she leaned forward—until she was caught by a soft, water-like touch.

"The position is a bit strange, and, well... it's a bit subtle, because when it comes into direct contact with the skin, the Saintess's hair feels like silk."

As her legs shifted slightly, Saint Karina heard Philomena's shy voice from above.

"Your Majesty is shy, isn't she? Don't worry, although this is my first time too, my technique won't be bad."

Only then did Saint Karina regain consciousness. She looked up in surprise, her eyes widening at the sight before her.

Directly above her face was Philomena's face, very close, though there was some distance between them, but it was too close. Then, seeing that Philomena's beautiful face was upside down, Saint Karina vaguely realized, "I've been turned upside down."

The distance between us, our faces upside down, the soft touch of our heads.

All these keywords led Saint Karina to an answer.

"Knee pillow?"

"Don't be so obvious, it's embarrassing. And don't look at me, close your eyes."

Philomena gently tapped Saint Karina's forehead and covered her eyes with her hand to block her vision.

To be honest... Saint Karina is also shy, so she simply asked the other person to cover their eyes.

“Shy Philomena is wonderful… but what’s going on here? When did I do something to earn such a reward?”

"Rewards aren't given only for merit; they're reserved for diligent and good children. Besides, it's obvious that the Holy Maiden is so exhausted that she's completely unwilling to move."

As Philomena spoke, she gently tapped Saint Karina's forehead with her hand, but this time she also deliberately ruffled Saint Karina's bangs.

The sudden touch, combined with the sensation of the fingers, made Santa Karina feel an itch not only on her forehead but also in her heart, causing her to squint her eyes.

"Although I may not be able to do this every time, today is special."

"Especially... this is only the first day, right? If it were an ordinary girl, she might already be tired and exhausted, but I'm not an ordinary girl, Philomena, you're overestimating my frail health..."

"I know that the Holy Maiden is very strong, but even so, I can't help but feel sorry for you and think that you have worked very hard. I can never repay the kindness I owe you... but this is all I can do for now."

Her earnest explanation couldn't hide the loving look in her eyes.

Philomena used the same fingers that had been playing with Saint Karina's bangs to brush them aside, parting them to the sides, and began to stroke her head like she was coaxing a child.

"Your Holiness, please take a good rest."

"..."

Hearing Philomena's words, Saint Karina's heart ached. This was the first time since she had awakened that someone had treated her so gently.

"I'm sorry... I just... I was just thinking about some things from the past, and I felt a bit sentimental..."

Saint Karina forced back the soreness and choking sensation in her throat as she explained.

"Yes, I know, Your Majesty."

Philomena's soft hand stroked Saint Karina's head, making it impossible for her to pull herself out of the sensation.

"Tired?"

"No, it's okay, I'm fine, I'll be alright..."

Are you troubled?

"You're so gentle with me, no way..."

"—You've really had a tough time lately."

"!"

These words were full of affection, care, and tenderness.

These few words alone caused Saint Karina's hardened defenses to crumble in an instant.

“Philomena is so gentle…”

Perhaps to call her gentle would be too narrow-minded; this kind of girl is the kind that can most touch Saint Karina's cold heart.

Whenever she saw Philomena, whenever she spoke with her, whenever her fingertips touched hers, Saint Karina's heart would pound.

"The Holy Maiden said I was very gentle, even though what I did and what I asked for was completely unequal in reward. Even His Majesty the Emperor wouldn't be so easy to please."

Philomena's cheeks were puffed out. Actually, it was quite cute; when she was angry, she looked like a little hamster stealing food.

"Let me tell you, my relationship with Brenda was just a transaction, it had nothing to do with gentleness, I'm a bad woman..."

"The Holy Maiden is so cute right now."

"Stop talking. I feel like my existence has been completely burned out. Go to sleep."