A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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Her hand slid down and began to apply pressure to some indescribable area.

“Sister Saint Karina, I am the one who loves you the most, don’t you know that? So there’s no need to resist.”

Esther, who was hanging next to the bed, had already climbed up.

"We will watch over you and walk alongside you on your path of growth. We will always be together, sharing joy, inseparable, with you in me and me in you, and from now on, we will be one."

Although the evil god was exposed, because he was Esther's body, he still spoke in the other's tone.

They kept talking and talking.

Next, words intertwined with love engulfed Saint Karina, along with her body.

Those Esthers, like sharks smelling fish or jackals smelling meat, laughed and charged towards Saint Karina one after another.

They surged like a tidal wave of white women, and in an instant, Saint Karina on the bed was overwhelmed.

97. Methods of countering surveillance

"Fuck you, you evil god!"

A hand reached out from under the covers; she looked so futile and helpless, like an unwanted child.

Santa Karina sat up abruptly in bed, her back soaked with sweat, and indescribable areas were a mess, as if a flood had occurred.

I glanced at the clock; it was already noon.

Esther didn't seem to be in the room, so Saint Karina went to the bathroom to quickly wash off the sweat and changed into a clean robe.

The main body is white, with gold lace trim and a blue gemstone inlaid in the center.

After the curtains of the huge French windows were drawn back, golden sunlight streamed into the room and reflected off the beautiful blue gemstone, making Saint Karina, who had changed into a new saintly robe that was more elegant than the plain white one, even more dazzling.

“Your Holiness, we are servants summoned by His Holiness the Pope. He said that as soon as he hears any noise in the room, he should bring us some food.”

There was a knock on the door, followed by a gentle female voice.

"come in."

Saint Karina had no intention of making things difficult for the other party, and she was indeed a little hungry.

"Yes."

"Squeak-"

The heavy wooden door was pushed open from the outside, revealing a woman dressed as a priestess at the head of the group, followed by a dozen or so maids in black and white dresses carrying trays of food.

They weren't the maids from Japanese cafes, but rather the maids from the British court. They dressed relatively conservatively, paid great attention to etiquette and refrained from making impolite noises, and served hot meals to the dining table in the room.

Then, they respectfully bowed deeply to Saint Karina and withdrew without saying a word.

The air was quiet. Apart from the steaming food on the table, it was as if no one had ever been there. Nothing in the room had been disturbed, and the floor was not dirty.

"Um, who are you?"

Saint Karina seemed to be telling people to leave.

"That's right, Your Holiness, the Pope instructed me that I would serve you personally when she is not around."

"I see."

While it's described as personal service, it could actually be interpreted as surveillance.

I'm afraid that any contact she has with other people in the future will be reported to Esther by this priest.

She was absolutely certain that the sickly pope had not placed such a priest by her side out of concern for her safety.

Being watched while eating made Santa Karina lose her appetite completely.

However, she did eat something, just in case she was deprived of the right to eat normal food in the future.

She picked up a couple of bites of each dish; they were actually quite delicious, the result of a skilled chef's meticulous preparation. The only odd thing was the bread slices. Santa Karina didn't taste like freshly baked bread; rather, it tasted like bread that had been sitting out for a while and had become a bit sour.

She didn't voice her doubts because after a few more bites, she tasted a familiar salty and sour flavor, the source of which Santa Karina had been digging a well for lately.

Especially after the dream of killing a hundred people last night, she probably knew it was because of Esther's nourishment.

The damp bread was soaked with moisture, which came from Esther's hard work in the morning.

"I'm done eating."

After Saint Karina finished speaking, the maids who had previously left filed in and removed the plates, which still contained a large amount of food and looked almost untouched.

"Your Holiness, let me comb your hair."

Having slept for so long, and with the arduous work of the juice-making girls in her dreams, Saint Karina's sleeping posture wasn't exactly peaceful.

Her hair was slightly sticking up, and you could see the white tufts of hair swaying with her movements, which actually looked kind of cute in the midday sun.

Having beautiful, waist-length hair is quite troublesome and time-consuming to maintain, especially when magic power is limited.

Of course, long, smooth, and beautiful hair is definitely a plus for girls.

"Sure, do whatever you like."

Saint Karina did not refuse. Although she had the right to refuse, she was happy to see others serving her.

The priestess named Philomena came behind the chair, gently lifted up Saint Karina's snow-white hair, and began to style it with tenderness and focus.

Saint Karina could feel her hair being gently gathered together. Then, a cool, silver comb slid down her long hair from top to bottom, and a comfortable feeling spread from her scalp.

Although partly it was because her own hair didn't tangle, judging from the way the other woman combed her hair, Saint Karina knew that this priestess was quite skilled, referring to the upper part of her long hair.

Of course, with such skillful hands, one would certainly have a talent for crafts, bringing great enjoyment and pleasure to those being served.

She felt a warm sense of being cared for, as if she were not a human being, but a fragile work of art.

"Um, can I go out normally now?"

A little worried that Esther might go back on her word, Saint Karina asked tentatively.

“Of course, Your Holiness, it is your right. His Holiness the Pope told me that I only need to serve by your side.”

Saint Karina probably understood Esther's meaning: Philomena, who had been placed by her side, was Esther's spy.

Even after leaving the sanctuary, she wasn't entirely free. Now, her plan to remove the collar and escape was even more difficult.

"I'm going out for a walk now."

After saying that, Saint Karina didn't reply to Philomena and walked out directly.

She was a little annoyed. Although this priestess was not a cold, doll-like or wooden woman, she was very worldly-wise and paid great attention to etiquette. However, being constantly under surveillance was not the life Saint Karina wanted.

She was indeed just wandering around aimlessly, without any particular direction. She simply chose a direction and walked into increasingly deserted alleyways.

"Lord Saint?"

This unusual atmosphere made Philomena realize that something was wrong.

She wasn't stupid, and she knew that this seemingly pure, angelic white-haired girl was not simple. When she saw the person she needed to protect, her expression seemed a little strange.

The place is deserted; apart from her and Saint Karina, it's unlikely that a third person will come anytime soon.

She looked at the saintess who needed her to follow her every step of the way with some doubt. Just as she was about to use her divine sense to scan Saint Karina's abnormal condition, an alarm suddenly went off in her mind, like the red alarm of an air raid. A sharp and piercing, unpleasant sound churned in her mind, the sound deafening.

"God said, 'This place is like an invisible wall, a caged bird; you are forbidden to go out.'"

Saint Karina unlocked the precious Unsealing Stone a certain number of times.

During the process of being toyed with by the evil god last night, she realized that mortals are no match for gods. In any case, she will be able to return to her peak sooner or later with the help of the gods, or even become stronger. Rather than keeping the unsealing stone as a last resort to save her life, she might as well use it now to facilitate her escape later.

As for the process of communicating with the evil god—resistance leads to death, while submission leads to life.

Saint Karina indicated that she could continue, urging the evil god not to pity her, this delicate flower.

Thus, an invisible wall surrounded Philomena, leaving her with nowhere to retreat and unable to send out a distress signal. How could a sixth-rank priest possibly be a match for Saint Karina, who had now returned to the peak of the tenth rank?

She had no chance to resist, but Saint Karina did this not to kill her, but to play tricks on her, to pluck Philomena, this holy flower, break her in her hand, and make her a flower loyal to her.

In other words, she needed to transform Philomena from the Pope's watcher into a spy she used to manipulate Esther, and even plant within Esther's ranks.

98. The Fallen Priestess

"Holy Maiden, you don't think you've got me figured out, do you?"

Seeing Saint Karina exuding a terrifying aura, Philomena did not back down and glared back.

The priests who could accompany Esther, though seemingly of lower status than bishops and far less than archbishops, were actually the most trusted by the Pope.

Just like the chief eunuch who was the emperor's personal attendant in ancient times, he could often shield the emperor from the emperor's ears and was second only to the emperor.

"Could I interpret this as the Holy Maiden wanting to escape?"

Saint Karina was not surprised that her intentions had been seen through.

She made it quite obvious, without even trying to hide it. It was only the first day, and she was already at her breaking point.

It is said that those who are good at patience are good at deception. Saint Karina's strength is not in playing the turtle shell, but in breaking through others' protective umbrellas with a strong attitude and hitting the core inside.

"Hehe, I don't care what you think of me, because you won't think about it for long, Miss Philomena."

Saint Karina continued with a strange smile playing on her lips.

"Secondly, God said, loyalty will turn into longing, with my blood as the catalyst. Those who drink it will convert to her Lord, and land will be designated for a special ceremony. Once the ceremony is complete, I will be revered."

Saint Karina traced her fingertips across her palm, smearing the blood onto her lips, and with overwhelming force, pinned the priestess against the wall.

The blue and white priest's robes were torn with a sharp rip from a protrusion on the wall. Saint Karina's expression was now somewhat frightening; she was about to do what a wicked woman would do.

"Miss Priest, soon you will become a woman. Secret Technique—Jiang Chunshui."

Judging from the force of the wall slam, Philomena knew that there was almost a 100% chance she was about to be forcibly pushed against the wall.

She hadn't expected the saintess to retaliate in such an extreme way. If His Holiness the Pope knew that the saintess had touched her, she wouldn't receive forgiveness, but rather His Holiness the Pope's cleaver.

Having followed Esther for so long, Philomena understands His Holiness the Pope's personality very well.

His Holiness the Pope is not as cold and beautiful as he appears on the surface; rather, he is morbid and twisted, especially in his dealings with saints.

Unless, she can call for help right now...

"Sorry, no, that's not possible."

Saint Karina seemed to have read her mind, winked and smiled at her.

"Because, thirdly, the gods said, 'The world of flowers and the Bodhi tree are forbidden from communicating with the outside world. Any connection will be severed.'"

After Saint Karina finished speaking, Philomena's eyes were filled with nothing but terror.

She realized she had lost her means of turning the tide. Her magical ability to transmit sound was also blocked by an invisible force. Besides Saint Karina's divine power, there was also a sinister and corrupting force, the latter of which even Saint Karina was unaware of, because it was a gift from the evil god Eris.

As the god of amusement who observes the outside world through Saint Karina, how could He possibly pass up such a good show? Of course, He would help, and even fan the flames.

This was something Esther hadn't anticipated, let alone prepared a response for.

"Your Holiness, what exactly do you intend to do to me?"

An indescribable place was forced between her legs and the hard wall, where the thighs rubbed together, forming a Pythagorean theorem, causing the temperature and humidity there to rise rapidly.

It's like a vast ocean that has been accumulating for a long time without finding an outlet, and now, for the first time, a channel has been opened, and the seawater urgently needs to gush out from the breach.

The swaying friction turned the calm sea into a turbulent sea, and towering waves were brewing. When the waves crashed down, they would be unstoppable.

"My lady, don't you already know?"

Saint Karina not only had to do it, but she also had to tease the other person's stubborn mouth.

“Philomena, look at me…”

A bewitching light flashed in her eyes—it was magic—bewitching humanoid beings.

When combined with the divine words of the Word of Power, the effect will be doubled, far greater than the sum of its parts.

"Woo..."

With a sob, the cold, hardened girl finally softened. Not only was her spiritual body in her sea of ​​consciousness impacted by the magic, but even her jaw was subjected to a physical collision.

The little serpent charged in with unstoppable force. Taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness, it directly breached the outermost layer of sturdy defenses and began wreaking havoc within the city.

"No... um, Your Majesty..."

Muttering and whining, Philomena was falling for her.

However, she remembered that this was not a relatively enclosed room, but an open alleyway. Although there was usually little foot traffic here, it wasn't completely deserted.