Chapter 67: The Mother Superior’s Chest

"According to the nuns, this is where you’ll be staying."

Prussia stopped in front of a plain wooden door at the end of the hostel’s second floor. The corridor smelled of old timber and candle wax, and somewhere below, a nun was scolding a man for tracking mud inside.

"You’ll have a room to yourself but you’ll be living alongside the other men and the nuns. According to them, it’s part of the spiritual challenge or whatever."

From how Prussia spoke, it’s clear she didn’t take the Church seriously in the slightest which was surprising considering they adored dragons a lot like she did.

Adonis nodded and said nothing.

Alpis jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow, grinning.

"Sounds like they’re hoping you’ll go peeping at the nuns while they bathe, master."

"Hmph." Adonis lifted his chin. "I’m not that kind of man. I’d rather be the one pulling a woman’s panties down right in her face than sneaking around while she dresses."

Prussia gave him a half-lidded side-eye full of disgust.

"Uh-huh..."

It was the least convinced "uh-huh" he’d ever heard.

"What? You don’t believe me?"

"Don’t act so surprised, it’s very hard to. You like women too much. And not long ago you were touching me like a perverted old noble. So, in a sense, you’re a scumbag."

She opened the door and stepped toward the room.

Adonis stared off to the side, bored.

"Pssshh— You say that. And yet you like wearing the skimpy armor I give you. If anything, you’re the bigger pervert. You like being naked around me. Do you get off on being looked at?"

"Muu—!!"

Prussia almost choked on her saliva. She spun around so fast her hair whipped sharply.

"I DO NOT!"

Her smooth, sepia-colored cheeks were red, and her fiery blue eyes burned hotter than ever. But this time, she looked far more adorable than frightening.

Adonis pointed at her face. "See? You’re blushing."

Prussia tried to look at her own cheeks, couldn’t, and slapped both hands over them.

"I-, I am not! Where do you get off saying things like that?! I’m not a shameless pervert like you, you know!"

Alpis snickered from the side as Adonis rubbed his chin.

"Hmm. But if I remember correctly, you enjoyed that armor. And there’s the revealing two-piece you always wear in my bed. You’re definitely some kind of freak exhibitionist."

"I swear I’m not!"

It didn’t even sound like a defense anymore, now it sounded like she was begging him not to believe it. She grabbed the front of his overcoat and whined.

"How can you even think that? I’m not, I’m really not! It’s indecent, you know!"

"Uh-huh..."

Now he was the one using the unconvinced "uh-huh".

Adonis rather liked this side of her. The suddenly soft eyes, the trembling voice, the very feminine way she clung to him. It was dangerously attractive. He cleared his throat, pried her hands off his coat, and stepped back.

"Ahem. Could you please not stand so close? I wouldn’t want you to start stripping in front of me. I came here to free myself from worldly desires."

Prussia took a step forward. "I’m not trying to seduce you—"

He took two steps back. "Some self-control, please."

"It’s not like that! I’m not indecent!"

Ding!

[Prussia’s ’bonkers’ trait has developed over time. She is indeed an exhibitionist, but only for the Host. It was wise of the Host to notice so quickly. The best way to win more of her affection is to give her skimpy clothes that show off her body. She prefers to use it to charm you.]

Adonis shook his head and chuckled as he walked into the room with Alpis. Prussia glared after him with a mean little pout, then followed like she wasn’t eager to.

A few minutes later, the bags were down and Adonis was fixing his attire.

He was in a formal dark navy-blue overcoat with a structured collar and lapels, underneath is a slightly lighter grayish-blue buttoned waistcoat, paired with a dark cravat at the neck.

"I’ll be back. I have to go see Euphemia."

"Before you go, there’s something I’d like to tell you."

Prussia folded her arms, she was already blushing before the words came out. That was Prussia, much bold in everything except her own feelings. Maybe that was why she’d brutalized most of her suitors into being scared of her.

Funnily enough, Falsbane men and a few Soron nobles would probably be turned on by being beaten up by her.

"Can we do it later? I’m late."

Her head dropped. "...Fine."

The next thing she saw was Adonis standing in front of her. He lifted her face with both hands and pressed a small kiss to her large forehead.

"I’ll be back soon."

Prussia’s arms stayed folded, she cleared her throat stiffly.

"That is... acceptable." ℴℴ𝘮

When he was gone, she took off her armor gauntlets to start cleaning, and found Alpis staring at her from the bed with a very odd look.

"Is something the matter?"

Alpis planted her hands on her hips and laughed.

"Forget cleaning! I’ll teach you how to wear revealing clothes and charm my shameless master!"

"It’s not necessary!"

Alpis slithered over like a snake and whispered in her ear.

"Don’t you want to know what it feels like to have Adonis’s arms wrapped around you? Hehe, Mariella and I already enjoy that privilege. Why shouldn’t you? I know the perfect outfit that will make even a rude man like him beg for your attention."

Prussia’s face went red to the ears.

"...Fine. I’ll do it."

"Mwehehehe. Great..."

...

At the highest reaches of the temple, in the holy hall of pure white and shinning gold, Mother Euphemia lay on her velvet daybed, eating grapes behind a dark blue veil.

It hid her face, but not her beauty. Nothing could.

Just outside her private space stood a shapely elven woman with short, messy platinum hair and pretty blue eyes. Golden armor, like a knight’s, over a royal blue dress that gave her a touch of femininity beyond her pretty face.

Sword Sister Rita.

Unlike the Mother Superior, she was a full-blooded elf.

Also, she’s the right hand of the Mother Superior.

Euphemia slipped a grape between her strawberry lips and smiled at the silence.

"Are you still upset that I involved the prince in the spiritual week?"

Rita held her head high. "I would never be angry at your decisions, Mother Superior. I’m only skeptical about this one. I’ve heard terrible things about that prince, and I’m afraid he might..."

"Might what?" Euphemia raised a brow. "Charm me?"

Sister Rita said nothing.

"Rita, I’ve lived over four hundred years. I haven’t found a reason to trust a man yet, much less love one."

"...I hope so."

Euphemia smiled and ate another grape.

"If anything, I should be more worried about you. You don’t have much experience with men."

Sister Rita jerked upright with a face full of shame as her hand tightened on the sword at her waist.

"Th-, That doesn’t matter!"

"Of course~"

At the far end of the hall, the guards opened the great double doors and signaled that the boy had arrived.

Euphemia answered with a nod and a mild smile.

The nun leading Adonis bowed.

"Holy Mother, I’ve brought the man."

Adonis forgot to speak.

His cheeks had gone a little red before he himself noticed. But it made sense. Euphemia was one of the most beautiful women in the original story, thanks to her huge mana pool and eternal life from Sacred Benefactions. More so, whenever the author described her, he made a big deal of it. Using only the best words to depict her curvy body, her soft rosy lips, her teasing smile, or how every of her actions seemed seductive.

Seeing her now, Adonis finally understood what the author was preaching.

She was sexy and regal in ways that couldn’t be described!

She wasn’t in her habit. Her torso was angled just so, letting him appreciate the soft rise and fall of her breasts beneath the robes. The way she lay showed off her long legs and curvy, child-bearing hips. Her head was tilted down and slightly aside, her gaze soft and distant. A languid, elegant pose.

Like nothing in the world mattered to her.

Sister Rita’s face twisted at the golden-haired man.

"What are you waiting for? Salute!"

Adonis lifted a brow. "And who are you?"

Gasping, Rita stepped back. "How dare you! That is—"

He waved her off. "Since when does a prince bow so readily? If you hadn’t ordered me to salute Beautiful Euphemia, I’d have done it willingly. But now that you’ve said it, I don’t feel like it."

"B-, Beautiful Euphemia—?!"

Her sword came out of its sheath. Her voice rose, and so did a whole list of things about how dare he speak to the holy mother that way.

Regardless, it always ended in:

"HOW DARE YOU—?!"

Adonis’s face turned unusually serious.

"It’s because I’m captivated by Mother Superior’s chest."

"... Eh?"