A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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She had already searched the capital city thoroughly during her previous flight and had not detected any suspicious signs.

Guided by her instincts, she flew toward the forest.

"found it……"

After searching for a while, she found a cute girl with pink hair.

The other person was wearing a slightly revealing black deep-V dress, with strappy stockings and gloves with black rope-like straps. She was clearly not human; she had a small, pointed horn on her forehead, but unlike typical demons, it resembled a uniquely shaped hair clip pinned to her head.

"variable……"

The other person had clearly seen Santa Karina as well. Her eyes were very wary, and her body tensed up.

"You must be the demon general leading this demonic tide. What's your name?"

Santa Karina greeted him warmly, almost like she was trying to pick him up.

She slowly brushed off the leaves and dust she had touched when she landed, and the unremarkable white robe she wore somehow gave her a sense of holiness.

Under the moonlight, upon seeing Saint Karina like this, the pink-haired girl not only did not lower her guard, but instead took two steps back.

She silently watched Saint Karina's smiling face, alarm bells ringing in her heart. The pink-haired girl, hidden in the shadows of the forest, sensed the danger signal; the shadows behind her surged like a tsunami, transforming into countless black spears that were hurled at Saint Karina.

Shadow... Is this one of the demon general's abilities?

"The commandment of bondage—that is, God said, corresponds to the shadow of moonlight and to God of man."

Imbuing each word with magic, she gently pointed her finger at the boiling shadow.

The pink-haired girl's expression twitched violently, her eyes filled with disbelief. However, her body reacted faster than her brain, and crimson wings carried her into the air, soaring into the clouds.

Just one beat away, the countered shadow was about to form a black cage, trapping the pink-haired girl inside.

"You dodged it..."

She was slightly out of breath, her expression showing lingering fear.

That's true, a demon general wouldn't be so easily controlled by a human woman. However, that woman in white robes is definitely a formidable foe.

"Hehe...the game isn't over yet, why are you running away?"

Upon hearing the sound, the pink-haired girl trembled and nearly forgot to flap her wings, falling from a height of a thousand meters.

She had clearly concealed herself within the clouds, surrounded by a thick, greyish-white fog that completely obscured the vast forest beneath her feet. How had her hiding place been discovered?

"Secondly, the god said that the white cloud is the palace of ten thousand demons, the demon among demons, the master of the fog demons, and the escapee will surely reveal his identity."

Searching for and toying with the enemy was a tactic that only occasionally employed by the Holy Maiden of the State during her time of mischief.

Now, after sleeping for five hundred years, she has grown to love the feeling of playing around more and more.

Fluttering her wings in a panic, the pink-haired girl looked around at the teasing voice, but couldn't find anything that resembled the white-robed woman's figure.

"Thirdly, God said that the mastermind who slaughtered His people will be punished with the Iron Maiden punishment."

The fog suddenly changed, forming countless chains that bound the pink-haired girl's limbs and torso.

Then, a white, misty cabinet, resembling the distorted face of a woman screaming in agony, composed of hinges, numerous nails, and two doors, tall enough to encircle a person, appeared before the pink-haired girl. This execution device opened to its maximum angle in front of her, as if swallowing her whole before slamming shut.

"Ahhhh!"

The white, misty nails, with their sharp tips, slowly pierced the body, first the wrists, then the feet and other parts, followed by the eyes, shoulders, and buttocks.

The torture was extremely painful; even the most ruthless general, who had killed countless people, could not help but scream in agony.

Her expression resembled the distorted face of the woman on the execution prop, with two streams of bloody tears flowing from the woman's eyes.

"Hehe... Once I cripple all your limbs, you won't be able to escape."

Because her body had completely lost consciousness and her eyes had lost their light, the pink-haired girl in the Iron Maiden heard Saint Karina's voice as if it were coming from all directions.

Her body ached terribly. The feeling of being locked in the closet had disappeared, but she had completely lost all sensation in her body. If it weren't for the chains binding her, she would have fallen straight from the clouds and blossomed into a flower of flesh and blood.

The demons' prized ability to heal their bodies was completely useless at this moment; they could only slowly writhe their torn and bleeding flesh.

In reality, the pink-haired girl looked far more pitiful to Saint Karina, because she was completely covered in blood, with finger-sized holes that looked horrifying.

"How pitiful, how did you end up like this? I never meant to hurt you."

Insincere words came from Santa Karina's mouth. In reality, she was laughing very happily, as if she had received some interesting toy.

"I'm sorry, I'll treat you right away."

"Saint-level healing spell..."

In the warm white light, Yingying took on a faint green tinge, and the power of life returned to the pink-haired girl's body.

The festering wound sprouted new flesh rapidly, repairing damaged blood vessels and nerve tissue. The skin remained without a single scar, miraculously returning to its original state. No, it felt incredibly smooth and supple; the skin seemed even better than before.

Her eyes gradually began to see glimmers of light from the darkness, and finally, the light points converged to form a woman's face.

"what……"

Her heart clenched violently, and her blood felt frozen.

A chilling sensation seeped into her from the soles of her feet, terrifying her beyond recognition.

8. Slave Contract

"Well, now you can tell me, what's your name?"

Having lost the will to resist, the pink-haired girl, trapped in a desperate situation, dared not disobey Saint Karina.

She gasped for breath in fear and answered with trembling lips, "Melissa D. Dorothea."

"Dorothea, do you know Sherry?"

"Of course... she is Lady Sherry, one of the seven legion commanders of the Demon Clan. She is also my cousin."

Melissa did not hide anything and revealed the other party's information. This was something almost everyone knew; a quick glance at historical records would reveal the name of this legion commander.

"Heh... pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, lust, and of course, she is the worst of them all."

Just hearing the title "Lustful Desire" made Saint Karina want to vomit.

Five hundred years ago, when she was the Holy Maiden of the Kingdom, she only spared the demon race once, and that person was none other than Sherry, one of the seven legion commanders.

At that time, Sherry was just a minor character, very pitiful, and said she was willing to serve the saints of humanity before Saint Karina spared her life.

Her skills were truly remarkable, and this was her first time, a completely unexplored state in every sense of the word. The two had made love many times, allowing Shirley's talent to be fully utilized; all that was missing was giving birth to a little witch.

"Do you know? That cousin you're talking about is someone I used to know. Don't you think I should let you go?"

Saint Karina said she would let Melissa go, but she had no intention of letting Melissa go at all.

Because the old friend she spoke of was none other than the murderer who, along with Ernest VII, betrayed her and caused her death.

The two sisters, planted together in her hands, separated by a span of five hundred years, suddenly piqued Saint Karina's interest.

How can taking someone's life be as fun as cruelly destroying a flower?

"Let's do it in the sky..."

Saint Karina stroked Melissa's face, but her eyes were tinged with a deep red light.

"……what?"

Staring at the eerie red light emanating from her sapphire-like eyes, Melissa's mind seemed to rust, making it difficult to function, and her tongue even stammered.

Charm magic... Melissa knew she had fallen for it and could only continue at the pace the other party wanted.

“Listen, Melissa…you are my lover, and I am the one you love most.”

Disrupted to her normal cognition, Melissa felt dizzy and disoriented, as if she had been drinking fake alcohol, and began to accept every word Saint Karina said.

Her knees tightened unconsciously, her face showing adoration as she looked at her beloved, and her hand involuntarily followed Saint Karina's example, stroking her face.

White, hot breath escaped from her cherry-like lips, a result of the restless heat within her body. The temperature at high altitudes was lower than on the ground, and also lower than the scorching body temperature of the demons, making her exhaled breath quite noticeable.

"I love you dearly. With the Holy Sword and the Eternal Goddess as witnesses, become my possession."

Saint Karina held the hilt of the Holy Sword. This thing did not actually belong to the Lorian Empire, nor to Ernest VII, nor to the young emperor.

The Holy Sword has always been the private property of the Holy Maiden, and each Holy Maiden possesses a different Holy Sword. Even with the same sacred object, its appearance and function can vary drastically.

Hidden within this is an astonishing secret: just like the ritual held in the underground sanctuary with the young emperor, the holy sword is the embodiment of the saintess, and by connecting the senses, one can experience indescribable pleasure.

Similar to a dragon's tail, the Holy Sword is actually an external functional organ.

"Your soul, your body, everything about you, from this day forward, will belong to me solely through this contract."

It is a rather selfish slave contract; the woman whose body is pierced by the holy sword will forever become the saint's slave.

Before the saint dies, all slaves will lose their freedom, and when the master dies, the slaves will die with him.

This was the first time Saint Karina had used the Holy Sword in this way. Recalling the past, she felt she had been far too lenient, which was why she had been betrayed by those around her. Love… she no longer believed in it; slaves were far more useful.

"don't want……"

Seemingly aware of how she was going to be treated, even though Saint Karina's current persona is Melissa's beloved, she couldn't help but push and resist.

"Honey, it's too late to say anything now."

Santa Karina gently licked away her tears, and taking the opportunity, she pressed the back of Melissa's head and deepened their kiss.

"Woooo..."

How selfish! She doesn't want to become this woman's possession.

What kind of saintess is this? This human's greed is even more outrageous than that of the seven legion commanders of the demon race.

But she was so scared, so very scared. If she didn't submit to Saint Karina, she would surely be killed without mercy. She clearly conveyed this message from the other woman's eyes.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She had no other choice but to either lose her freedom or her life.

"Don't worry, although I don't have much time, I'll at least give you some foreplay."

Saint Karina's kiss traveled down from the corner of her mouth, unbuttoning her deep black V-neck dress and slipping her into the Cloud Wedding Gown, her lips drawing ever closer to the heat source within her body.

Thousands of meters above the ground, barefoot, you tread on soft, fluffy clouds. With the help of magic, it feels like walking on a soft waterbed. A cool breeze rushes up to your feet, while the temperature and humidity among the clouds keep rising.

This feeling is so comfortable; it's something Melissa doesn't know.

"Woooo..."

Sobbing, she was forced to accept the saint's nectar and blessings. At the same time, her body was ignited by more and more heat sources.

Those heat sources were like tiny fireballs, eroding what little sanity she had left.

She was already under the influence of bewitching magic, and before, she had only barely regained a semblance of herself due to a strong sense of danger. Now, that little bit of resistance had completely disappeared.

So comfortable, so comfortable, so comfortable...

Tears began to flow again from the corners of her eyes, which had been cleaned, but unlike before, she felt no fear; instead, she felt so comfortable that she could hardly breathe.

"Clap clap clap..."

Tears rolled down onto the clouds, but instead of passing through the clouds like rain, they were caught by an unseen hand, forming tiny puddles on the clouds.

"Hehe... You seem quite happy. That's why I said your choice was commendable. Compared to having your head chopped off and dying a painful and miserable death, this ending is much better, isn't it..."

In my ears, I could hear Saint Karina's teasing.

Her melodious, bell-like voice was incredibly pleasant to listen to, possessing an unknown allure. Melissa didn't know how to respond, and could only agree with her statement by showering her with more water droplets.

"So... is it okay now?"

It was Saint Karina's inquiry.

"Um……"

Melissa knew what she was about to face, and she felt somewhat fortunate. Compared to her previous despair, she now only wanted to survive and seize the future.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through his body—the pain of the holy sword piercing through him.

Blood rolled down the hilt of the sword, flowing straight to the tip, and finally dripping into a puddle, forming the finest blood amber. Saint Karina strung it into a pendant with magical threads and wore it on her snow-white, swan-like neck.

Magical runes were faintly rotating within the blood amber, a covenant witnessed by the Holy Sword and the Eternal Goddess.

9. No one can save them?

"You look delicious..."

Santa Karina cleaned her palms and each finger carefully, like a cat.