Chapter 146 In the Bathroom

Chapter 146: 146 In the Bathroom

While every region on the continent boasts a branch of the church serving the Goddess, if one were to point out the branch with the greatest scale and influence, the answer would be unanimous.

Clergy and believers alike would point without hesitation to the church located right next to the Royal Capital—the residence of the Saintess, the Goddess’s proxy, whom the priests revere and worship second only to the Goddess herself.

There is the historical fact that it was the very first church established, even before the Goddess’s faith was adopted as the state religion. But faith isn’t something offered up simply because a church has shiny decorations or a building as magnificent as the Royal Palace.

It is because of the Saintess. The living witness that the Goddess exists. The entity to whom they can unsparingly dedicate their faith.

For the clergy, this place where generations of Saintesses have resided is a holy land, a place where rolling their eyes back in ecstasy and dedicating their entire lives would not feel like a waste.

However, that is merely the perspective of the priests.

If we speak from the perspective of the common people:

Just as a true gourmet seeks out the main branch rather than a franchise to find the authentic taste.

Even if the flavor is similar, a franchise cannot replicate the hand-made touch of a master artisan. It’s like how the food prepared by a master chef you saw on TV somehow feels tastier when you see them in person.

For commoners, the simple fact that they could offer prayers alongside the representative of the church—the Saintess—was reason enough to dedicate their faith here.

Naturally, because the Saintess resided here, this ’Main Branch’ of the Goddess Church was overwhelmingly larger in scale compared to other branches on the continent. And naturally, it possessed facilities that local churches did not.

One of those facilities was the very place where Violet and Christia were currently soaking their bodies: The Holy Bath!

While there were bathing facilities for the priests, the people and clergy insisted—despite the Saintess’s refusal—that the Goddess’s proxy could not possibly use the same facilities as them. Thus, this special facility was built.

It was a place so magnificent that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say a Goddess from the heavens descended here to bathe. Amidst the steam generated by the scalding heat, holy energy radiated from every corner.

However, amidst the thick steam and holy aura, an agonizingly awkward silence hung between Violet and Christia as they soaked in the water.

Bubble, Bubble...

No, to be precise, Christia was unilaterally keeping her distance from Violet.

About 30 minutes ago...

’’Uummm...’’

"Saintess?"

Violet began to open her eyes from her long revelation, making a cute sound like a baby bear waking from hibernation. Christia maintained her position, ready to protect her until the very last moment.

A Saintess waking from a revelation was as defenseless as one receiving it. Protecting Violet from any unforeseen mishaps was Christia’s natural duty as the Commander of the Crusaders.

But the moment the Saintess blinked her eyes open, Christia realized what state she was in and what posture she was holding.

’W-Wait... This appearance is...?!’

She was in a semi-nude state, wearing nothing on her upper body. And her hand wasn’t just supporting Violet’s chin; it was dangerously close to her lips...!!

Christia tried to take hasty measures, but armor wasn’t something you could just throw on like buying a Coke at a convenience store.

And although she was the Knight Commander, known for not changing her expression no matter what happened, maintaining her composure given what she was doing to the Saintess right now was impossible.

Caught in a dilemma where she could do neither this nor that...

’’Beautiful... pink...’’

’’?!?!?’’

As soon as Violet opened her eyes from the revelation, her purple irises reflected the image of pink nipples. Christia tried to explain the situation regarding Violet’s muttering about her tits, but...

’’Ah...?’’

The Saintess, realizing the identity of the floating pink cherries in front of her, turned bright red, having nowhere to rest her eyes.

Even if Violet wanted to turn her head away, Christia was holding her chin, forcing Violet to stare directly at Christia’s stiff, erect nipples.

However, this embarrassing situation was brief.

"Saintess, you have sweated too much. Before you begin your afternoon duties, please, let us wash first."

’’Eh? B-Bath... Aaaah?!’’

Christia had somehow returned to her characteristic expressionless face. Violet, tilting her head in confusion at the sudden shift, finally realized her own condition as Christia wrapped the Crusader’s cape around her. She hurriedly fixed her clothes.

’’Ugh... I’m all wet...’’

The floor was slick, a mess of sticky moisture centered around a mysterious puddle where Violet had been. Even now, beads of sweat were trickling down her body.

’’Huh? Ehhh? M-Milk from my tits...?!’’

And thick, white breast milk was oozing out, clumping softly against her skin.

Violet was, simply put, a mess.

Christia had many questions about what exactly the Saintess had seen in her revelation, but feeling her face burn hotter by the second, she pretended to be calm and stood up.

’’Then, I shall take my leave...’’

"L-Let’s wash together!"

’’Pardon?’’

She tried to refuse adamantly, but under the Saintess’s order, time passed, and they ended up here, soaking in the tub together.

’’It’s crazy. I must be insane.’’

Although she was trying her best to act nonchalant under Violet’s constant glancing, Christia felt like she wanted to crawl into a mouse hole—anywhere to hide.

’’It feels weird...’’

It certainly wasn’t the first time she had seen Violet naked.

They had washed together often before she became the Saintess, and even after, there were times Christia assisted her with bathing.

She had seen it countless times.

But for some reason, unlike those times, she couldn’t bring herself to face Violet.

To be precise, she couldn’t face the Violet who was soaked and dripping with fluids. It felt as if the scene in the chapel would keep replaying in her mind.

Even if it was done unconsciously, the impure act she had committed against the Saintess... her sin kept surfacing in her thoughts.

Christia decided that after the bath, before starting her afternoon duties, she would confess her sins to the Goddess. She submerged half her face in the water, blowing bubbles as she exhaled.

Bubble, Bubble...

But then, perhaps to break this suffocating silence...

"Ch-Christia?"

"Yes, Saintess."

Violet, who also had half her face submerged in the water, spoke carefully. Christia answered immediately.

’’Well, ummm...’’

"Please speak comfortably. Do you perhaps feel discomfort anywhere after receiving the revelation from Her?"

’’...Yes.’’

’’That is a reli— Pardon?’’

Splaaaaaash—!!

Christia, who had been responding reflexively, shot up from her seat.

As she stood, her massive, elastic tits heaved violently, sending bathwater splashing in all directions as if scooped by a giant ladle.

’’Where?! Are you hurt somewhere?! Just what did She show you, what happened to you regarding that revelation?!’’

’’Kyaaah!?’’

Violet, who had been staring blankly at the impressive swaying of flesh, stumbled backward in the water, splashing as Christia’s face loomed right in front of her nose. But Christia didn’t stop closing the distance.

’’I will summon a doctor immediately! For the safety of the Saintess today, no one shall enter the ch—’’

"It’s not that I’m sick or anything!"

Squeak!

Only after Violet shouted, seeing the genuine panic in Christia’s eyes, did the Knight Commander take a step back. Violet clutched her heart as if she were the one surprised by her own shouting, taking deep breaths.

’’I will tell you the details of the revelation. She showed me later, but... that, um...’’

Gulp!

Could it be that she really was unwell somewhere? Those teary, glistening eyes... Those purple irises reflecting Christia’s face... Was she hiding a pain that Christia couldn’t even imagine?!

The safety of the Saintess was the safety of the Church. If the Saintess had caught some serious illness, then Christia... Christia would...!

"...My pussy feels weird."

"...Pardon?"