Chapter 197 Reconstruction of the Event (2)

Chapter 197: 197 Reconstruction of the Event (2)

As previously mentioned, Christia was confident that if Violet spoke but a single word, she would willingly hug a barrel of oil and dive headfirst into a pit of fire.

This wasn’t merely her spouting empty words to demonstrate the depth of her loyalty.

She was prepared to realize it physically. Even amidst the agonizing pain of her skin shriveling and the moisture in her entire body evaporating, she possessed the resolve and drive to burn to death with a smile on her face.

As the leader of the Crusaders, who dedicated their all to the Goddess and Her proxy, the Saintess, her existence was nothing more than a single sword—one that could be broken and forgotten at any moment for their sake.

Therefore...

If it was a command from the Saintess to whom she swore her allegiance, she was ready to follow it willingly, no matter what it was.

Moreover, judging by that look in Violet’s eyes—a look filled with a strange certainty—she was glimpsing some kind of hope.

"Shall we begin right here?"

Christia, seemingly forgetting her earlier flustered state, asked Violet while remaining prostrated on the ground.

Although it was for the peace of the continent, she was committing a grave sin by exposing her naked lower half in this sacred place.

However, as if ready to fall into hellfire at any moment, Christia slowly began to spread her legs right there. Her fingers immediately moved toward her pussy.

’If she can recall the memories through me, then something like this is nothing...’

"Ahh! I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I don’t think it works here!"

Just as Christia’s index and middle fingers were about to pry open her labia, Violet shouted.

"Saintess, it is fine. Even if this Christia receives divine punishment from the Goddess, if it is for the greater cause..."

"No, that’s not it. According to what appeared here, I need to take a platinum-blonde woman crawling like a pig into a shelter. The place here that most resembles that location is..."

"..."

Christia watched blankly as Violet ran to the church courtyard to pluck some reeds. For a moment, she felt the strength drain from her body, and her face flushed hot once again.

’It’s shameful enough as it is, but you’re saying this wasn’t even the right spot?’

She, a Crusader, was currently baring her ass, spreading her legs, and exposing her crotch for all to see. And now she had to crawl like a pig in this state?

But she had no right to refuse.

Looking into Violet’s eyes, she could see the Saintess wasn’t joking; her gaze was endlessly sincere.

Christia watched anxiously as Violet began to circle around her, muttering, "W-Was it here?" while comparing Christia to her notebook.

It wasn’t that she distrusted the Saintess.

It was just that she was currently mimicking that platinum-blonde woman.

That meant she had to copy exactly what that platinum-blonde woman did, which implied that anything could happen.

"Ahem, let’s move locations first. The size of the shelter back then was... Ah, Christia? I’m really sorry, but could you try... snorting a little like a pig while you crawl...?"

"S..snort..."

Yes, just like that. As if transforming from a human walking proudly on two feet into a beast crawling on all fours wasn’t enough, she actually had to make animal noises.

Of course, she had no right to refuse this either.

"Back then, it felt a bit more... hot and sticky? Like hot honey? Mmnnh... I suppose it doesn’t matter."

"Honey... you say?"

She had a rough idea of what that feeling might be. But even knowing it, she couldn’t comprehend it.

Where in the world would there be a woman who feels pleasure while mimicking a pig?

"...Truly, I do not know who she is, but I will uncover her identity clearly through this opportunity."

It was certainly humiliating, but unlike yesterday and the day before, where the trail went cold after crawling on all fours, today there seemed to be definite progress.

If suffering a little embarrassment and doing shameful things with this body was the price, it was a cheap one to pay.

"If it is for that purpose, I will spread my pussy as the Saintess desires..."

Besides.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Yesterday, she had secretly spread the Saintess’s pussy and inserted her fingers. Today, she would willingly spread her own pussy and show herself fingering it, offering a form of atonement.

"Ugh..."

Christia felt her crotch throbbing again, and instinctively, she twitched her nose, as if smelling something.

But then, Violet froze in place with a jolt as if struck by lightning, then looked down at Christia as if she had forgotten something important.

"...We don’t have that in our church, do we?"

"What are you referring to?"

"The thing that hooks the nose from behind the head and pulls it back...!"

"..."

If this weren’t a church, and if the person in front of her weren’t the Saintess, she would have screamed "Aaaagh!" at the top of her lungs.

Clearly, Violet had remembered something else, but the problem was that platinum-blonde woman again.

It was fine that she kept recalling details about that woman, but did that woman not know the meaning of moderation?

She knew well that there were wanton sluts in the world who took pride in living without clothes, whose lewdness was second to none, but to have absolutely no consideration for the person recreating it!

A nose hook, crawling on all fours, making pig noises, shaking a voluptuous ass and massive tits, a platinum-blonde woman around 180cm tall with a faint sword scar on her abdomen?

Whoever she was, she was undeniably a sow.

According to Violet, the scar seemed strangely familiar, suggesting she was a woman who had received treatment from Violet in the past...

Wait?

A sword scar on the abdomen, absurdly massive breasts, platinum-blonde hair, and a height estimated around 180cm...?

"Christia?"

"It is nothing. I just suddenly thought of someone."

Surely, it couldn’t be.

As far as Christia knew, there was only one person in this world who matched or closely resembled the physical conditions mentioned.

"But that woman is more noble than anyone, and holds more pride in herself than anyone else."

Having fought back-to-back with her on the battlefield in the past, that noble female knight had saved Christia and her siblings from danger countless times. Comparing her to such a sow was proof that Christia’s mind was currently in disarray.

Christia quickly erased the silhouette of the platinum-blonde knightess rising in her mind, but she chewed over the clues Violet gave again and again, feeling an ominous premonition.

"Come to think of it, didn’t she say there was a sword wound on the stomach? I know that person also has a sword wound on her stomach, but I heard that scar was inflicted by Urga of the barbarians..."

Yes, that must be it.

According to Violet, Urga was present beside the platinum-blonde woman and the black-haired man. If, as she suspected, the platinum-blonde woman was the same person, then...

Shouldn’t one of them already be dead?

Christia nodded to herself, deciding that even bringing the Knightess she respected most—second only to the Goddess and the Saintess—into such a grotesque imagination was wrong.

"I heard somewhere that there are exactly three people in the world who look exactly like you. That woman must simply be of that sort."

If so, that platinum-blonde woman deserved even more shame. To look exactly like that noble person yet act so obscenely, flaunting her pussy and begging for a cock, engaging in such filthy acts.

Thinking about it made her feel even more indignant.

Just as she was vowing, again and again, to punish the platinum-blonde woman who played a major role in reducing her to this state—

"Christia..."

"Yes? Ah, anyway..."

While she was lost in thought, Violet seemed to have reached their destination. Upon hearing her name, Christia quickly wiped all thoughts of the platinum-blonde woman from her mind and slowly lifted her head.

"Ahh, aaaah...?!"

But it wasn’t long before Christia froze once again.

"I-I’m sorry! But this is the only place that closely resembles the location in my memory...!"

"If I can assist the Saintess, I... am fine with anything...!?"

Even so, isn’t this the Confessional?

Christia desperately swallowed the words rising in her throat and crawled inside quickly, lest she disturb Violet’s heart.

Of course, hiding her face, which was burning with shame unbeknownst to the Saintess.

’F-For the greater cause. If it is for the peace of the continent, I can gladly fall into a fiery hell...!!’

Christia flared her nostrils again, as if the mysterious underwear were right in front of her eyes. Having fully steeled her resolve, she smashed the partition screen of the booth.

Then, in front of Violet, who had begun to breathe heavily with a flushed face, Christia began to climb on top of the broken divider.

And, the exact moment the silver-haired Knightess squatted there like a bird on a perch and spread her legs wide, Violet’s breathing became even rougher.

The notebook containing the details of her dream lay discarded on the floor, as if it had served its purpose.

"R-Right... It was definitely like this. That platinum-blonde woman, after this, she let the man’s u-urine in her face and drank his semen with her mouth...!"

"...I am opening it."

As if saying she understood without needing further explanation, Christia brought her hands between her widely spread thighs.

And the moment her fingers pried open her pussy lips, stretching strands of clear nectar—

Violet, as if possessed, snapped the reeds she had plucked earlier like straws and began to fiddle not with Christia’s pussy—her twitching vaginal opening—but with her urethra and clitoris.

"Haaahhhng...!"

"There was a chain here. A long, chain connected to the anus..."

Schlick. Christia began to finger her own pussy.

Surely, that platinum-blonde woman would have done this.

Before she knew it, a small straw made of reed was inserted into her anus. Christia’s body, already hypersensitive from the cold night air, began to tremble, signaling it was ready to expel its fluids.

"Just a little... just a little more...?!"

Violet was feeling it too.

The moment just before she woke from her dream, the moment the platinum-blonde woman’s identity was revealed...

"I’m cumming...! I’m going to... cum...!"

Pshhhhhhh—!!

Although she looked very different from the woman Violet had seen, Christia, assuming a similar pose with the small straws inserted, began to spray urine and climax.

"Don’t... look... You must not look at me like this...!!"

"The end, the end is approaching... The end...!"

She tried to hold back as much as possible, but she couldn’t. A Crusader masturbating with her legs spread in a confessional, in her underwear, simply because it was the Saintess’s order.

Guilt and immorality, regret and pleasure—all sorts of emotions swirled together.

Even Christia, who usually maintained her clarity of mind, could not endure it.

She couldn’t help but cum.

Watching Christia’s golden eyes slowly dye with pleasure, Violet slowly reached out toward her own groin. Her panties were already pushed aside, and her adorable pussy, like her breasts, was waiting for her, wet and slick.

It was ominous.

Beyond this lay a tremendous truth—a truth she suspected would be better left unknown—waiting for her.

But for the sake of her mission, Violet pushed her finger slightly, ever so slightly, into her vaginal opening.

"Blue eyes... The name of the platinum-blonde sow is..."

And finally, the moment the name left her lips—

"Ah?"

Violet suddenly felt the souls of the eight Crusaders connected to her—those who had left for the black mountain range in the north—being cut off one by one. She collapsed to her knees with a desolate look in her eyes.

"Saintess?!"

"It cannot... be. It can’t, it can’t be...?!"

Christia, equally bewildered by the name of the Knightess that spilled from Violet’s mouth, hurriedly supported Violet.

But Violet was not looking at Christia; she was seeing a platinum-blonde Knightess.

In a space formed by a pure white barrier, she faced the lust-filled blue eyes of a naked Knightess, dripping semen from her crotch, slaughtering the Crusaders as if butchering cattle and pigs.

"Is there... no hope..."

Violet fainted right then and there, losing consciousness completely.