Chapter 332

Xia Qianzhen nodded.

Saintess Sikepeier understood. Such a coincidence definitely meant something fishy was going on. "So… that [Emotion] Mystery, it's very likely that guy is pulling the strings behind it too, right?"

Xia Qianzhen gave a soft hum of affirmation.

Saintess Sikepeier lowered her brow and remained silent for a long time. "I understand. I will not speak of what I have heard, Saintess Xia Qianzhen. Of course, I also will not become a pawn for you to infiltrate the Saintess Convent."

Xia Qianzhen nodded calmly. The former was because she had already been captured by Lin Yi, and furthermore, speaking of these things would only cause panic. The latter was because, after all, she hadn't truly become one of their own yet; she could only choose to remain neutral, favoring neither the Saintess Convent nor the Floating Island.

Truth be told, her situation was the most painful. Remaining neutral meant watching the two sides antagonize each other, bearing the sorrow of both. She did not want the Saintess Convent to harm the Floating Island, nor did she want the Floating Island to harm the Saintess Convent.

But this was Saintess Sikepeier's own choice, and she could blame no one.

Saintess Sikepeier stood up and pulled up her hood. In the end, she still chose not to reveal her identity; she lacked the courage. Although she had always displayed a side of fortitude, decisiveness, and rational indifference, she was now unexpectedly indecisive and hesitant.

Under Xia Qianzhen's gaze, Saintess Sikepeier walked toward the door. As she placed her hand on the lock, she suddenly turned back and asked.

"Even if I have become like this, he would still choose to deal with the Demon God and save the Saintess Convent, right?"

Xia Qianzhen looked into Saintess Sikepeier's beautiful pupils and nodded silently.

"Thank you."

The corners of Saintess Sikepeier's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an unnatural smile, before she returned to her usual indifference. She pulled the door open and stepped out before the cold wind outside could blow in.

She pressed down on her hood, closed the door behind her, and walked into the darkness. Taking advantage of the night, she needed to hurry back to the City Lord's Mansion.

Xia Qianzhen sat not far from the lamp, the firelight from the fireplace flickering in her clear, beautiful pupils. Saintess Sikepeier knew something, but she had chosen to keep her mouth shut.

Her final two sentences undoubtedly proved a few things; she had seen something, but she simply hadn't spoken of it. As long as it remained unsaid, everyone could continue playing house. It seemed the speed at which she was being "corrupted" was not slow at all…

Voluntarily accepting it, throwing herself into depravity?

Xia Qianzhen let out a cold snort. She looked at the firelight and muttered to herself, "Even though she wants it so badly she can't stand it, she's still being stubborn…"

Ever since Lin Yi appeared before these Saintesses, she knew this scene would come to pass. Wasn't Saintess Censeer just like this? And Saintess Censeer had rich experience in resisting evil; relying on her tenacious will and the purification of Divine Power, she had held out for several months.

Now it was the turn of these Saintesses who had not undergone such training. How long could they hold out? Xia Qianzhen didn't know, but she could see that Saintess Sikepeier, at any rate, had already surrendered.

She said she was unwilling to use Divine Power to suppress it, but was that true? She might be unwilling, but it wasn't necessarily to save Divine Power for other Saintesses, or perhaps to cut off her own path of retreat and sacrifice herself, right? These were nothing more than excuses!

"Heh…"

Saintess Aikelisi gazed at the blue ceiling above with hazy eyes. A foolish smile was on her face, and her pair of slender, delicate legs were tightly twisting around the soft, warm velvet quilt, while her jade-like arms hugged her pillow tightly.

Her delicate body was twisted in an eerie way. Because of her exceptional flexibility, she could perform movements that ordinary people could not. After all, she loved theater and performing in dramas, and in order to maintain her figure so she could wear those beautiful clothes, she had also undergone rigorous training.

Saintess Aikelisi's neck was bent, her slender waist twisted, her chest arched and hips swaying, her jade legs entwined…

If an outsider were to walk in, and one were to add some bloodstains, they might very well mistake this for a murder scene.

As if seeing that figure bathed in divine light through the haze before her eyes, Saintess Aikelisi's breathing suddenly stopped, then became rapid again, her voluptuous body trembling involuntarily a few times.

As a Saintess, she did not know of those matters of depravity in the mortal world. Her purity was to be eternally offered to The Deity, so she did not know how to soothe her restless will.

Relying only on instinct, she tried to wrap the quilt tightly around herself, hoping that amidst a little twisting pain, she could enjoy a beautiful dream.

On the carpet nearby, an exquisite and beautiful dress was discarded carelessly. Judging by the jade-like feet and arms as delicate as ivory extending from the quilt, she was likely wearing absolutely nothing…

"Mmm…"

Saintess Aikelisi seemed to murmur in a dream. She came back to her senses with some disappointment; the illusion before her eyes had vanished.

If she were to go find that Saintess Xia Qianzhen… This thought suddenly popped into Saintess Aikelisi's mind. Her eyes lit up slightly. As for the warnings from Capricorne and the others, she had long since thrown them to the back of her mind.

She was someone who followed her own nature; she openly expressed what she liked and what she disliked.

Now, she felt that the flowers, theater, and clothes she used to like were all a bit boring.

Only, only… The Deity…

However, how was she to sneak out? That was a big problem.

"Pace? Saintess Taolusi?"

Capricorne looked up, frowning slightly as she watched Pace and Saintess Taolusi, who were lost in thought across from her. Finding it strange, she tapped the table lightly, the crisp sound of knocking echoing throughout the Council Hall.

Saintess Censeer was nearby, watching this scene with great interest.

"Ah?"

Pace and Saintess Taolusi lifted their heads in unison, only to see Capricorne's solemn expression across from them, and the seemingly subtle gaze of Saintess Censeer. Both of them felt a bit guilty.

One gave a light cough, her expression showing just the right amount of confusion, while the other picked up a cup of tea that had already gone cold, took a sip, and composed herself.

After all, what the two of them were thinking could absolutely not be discovered by the sisters of Capricorne!

That would be a major disaster!!

However, Capricorne just assumed they were tired; after all, it was so late, and both of them were spacing out. It wasn't possible that both of them were the same as her, right?

So she tidied up the documents at her side. "Alright, you've worked hard. Go and rest."

As she spoke, she stood up, nodded gently toward them, and departed. She still had to go check on Saintess Sikepeier, who had asked for leave because she was feeling a bit unwell.

Saintess Censeer followed closely behind, also nodded, and left quietly.

Pace and Saintess Taolusi exchanged a glance, both feeling a bit awkward. They didn't say anything, but amidst the panic in their hearts, they let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, they had each other to cover for them… Otherwise, they would be done for!

The two stood up, wished each other good night, and left the Council Hall separately. Night had fallen… These days, they had gained a new way to soothe their exhaustion.

Both of them were somewhat impatient.

Chapter 443: If You Have the Ability, Come at Me!

Capricorne went to see Saintess Sikepeier and saw that she had recovered quite a bit, though her complexion was still a little pale. She instructed her to rest more. Saintess Sikepeier wasn't actually sick; if she were, she would naturally have Saintess Aikelisi's healing Divine Power, which could handle any major or minor illness with ease.

It was just that Divine Power needed to be used sparingly and couldn't be used to regulate their bodies. Without Divine Power, naturally, they would have to continue experiencing menstruation.

Of course, Saintess Sikepeier could actually suppress it; a little Divine Power or some magic power would be harmless. But she had a hidden motive: she had given all the Divine Power on her person to Saintess Taolusi and the others, who were skilled in frontal combat. "By accident," she had forgotten about this matter, and thus her menstruation arrived…

This was unavoidable, right?

As the Saintess of the Scorpio Palace, her strongest ability was actually poison-making. The poison of the scorpion had always struck fear into people's hearts.

In the recent battles, she had also made significant contributions, but it was just that it would harm both others and herself, so it wasn't used on a large scale. Forget about things like poison gas bombs; it would be a pyrrhic victory, killing a thousand enemies while sacrificing eight hundred of one's own. At most, she could just coat weapons in poison.

Saintess Sikepeier had specifically waited for this time, consuming all her Divine Power, and before the other Saintesses could share a portion with her, she "accidentally" got her period.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, while Capricorne and the others were working, and Saintess Aikelisi was locked in her room tinkering with her dramas and clothes, she had quietly left the City Lord's Mansion to meet Xia Qianzhen.

Having passed Capricorne's scrutiny, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, no longer worrying about her trip being discovered.

…

Capricorne returned to her room. She shed the dignified and gentle facade she maintained outside, and the smile on her face turned into exhaustion.

She was human, too, and naturally couldn't maintain that loving side every day. Especially when facing a Demon God, the pressure was so immense that the fact she hadn't collapsed was already a testament to her firm will.

Only she, as the frontline commander-in-chief, understood the immense pressure the Saintess Convent was facing. Saintess Taolusi and the others only needed to follow her instructions. She was the one making the decisions, and if they failed… she could never forgive herself.

She constantly kept her duties as a Saintess in mind, projecting a mature and steady image to the outside world and comforting her sister Saintesses within. But now, in this moment of solitude… she could finally set these burdens aside.

Capricorne removed the daffodil crown from her head and placed it on the table. Her fingertips lightly brushed over her Saintess gown, and the long dress slid down her smooth skin, falling onto the carpet. Her voluptuous, Madonna-like body, both holy and beautiful, was revealed.

She paid it no mind and stepped into the bathroom. With a click, the bathroom door closed. Only when she bathed in the hot water did she feel the full extent of her fatigue seeping out.

As Saintesses, they did not need such things to cleanse their filth; Saintess Sikepeier's case was merely an accident. They always maintained their cleanliness, a blessing from the Goddess of Life.

But bathing did more than just remove filth; it also relieved fatigue. In the past, Capricorne had no such habit, but recently, she had developed a fondness for bathing before going to bed.

Capricorne did not stay in the bathroom long. She used magic to dry her body and hair before stepping out. Although bathing could be relaxing, one could not enjoy it too much; to be too relaxed would be to commit the sin of sloth.

Capricorne bent her waist—which appeared exceptionally slender compared to her maternal, voluptuous body—and picked up the Saintess gown, tossing it onto the nearby clothes rack. Looking at the pajamas beside it, she hesitated, a strange sense of anticipation causing her to withdraw her fingertips from the clothes.

She had no intention of wearing pajamas either. She simply curled up into the large, soft bed, extinguished the lights, and let herself be enveloped by the warm quilt.

Outside the window, it had started to snow at some point, the flakes tapping against the glass with a faint, crisp sound.

The room was very warm, giving the feeling of leaving winter behind and returning to spring. Feeling the faint light in the darkness while listening to the sound of snow outside made it even more comfortable, making her feel somewhat drowsy.

However… Capricorne had not the slightest urge to rest. The fatigue she felt upon returning to her room seemed to have been washed away by the hot water that had flowed over her body; she was unexpectedly energetic.

The mature and holy Saintess opened her eyes in the darkness. She knew what she was thinking about; after all, for her, this was not the first time…

Seven days ago, she had done it for the first time…

Three days ago, that was the second time…

Calculating the time, it seemed about right, didn't it? Capricorne reminisced in the depths of her heart. She wanted to stop herself from remembering, but her will was weaker than she had imagined; just a slight touch of those surging emotions caused her to crumble instantly.

No… this cannot be… this is a violation of the commandments…

She had already made a mistake; she could not continue to err!

Capricorne said to herself silently, her pearly teeth biting down on her rosy lips, yet her eyes remained moist. This pain not only failed to stop her wayward thoughts, but instead made her sink deeper even faster.

Capricorne exhaled a hot breath and closed her eyes slightly, listening to the echoes of nature outside. She turned over in the quilt, pressing her cheek against the pillow. After a while, she buried her face into the pillow.

She held her breath slightly, feeling her pretty face heat up. Time passed unconsciously, and even the sound of the snow outside seemed to have stalled. She had long since released her held breath.

She breathed in the scent of herself left on the pillow, her fingertips gripping the quilt tightly. Her pair of voluptuous yet slender jade legs also clamped onto the quilt, the slight increase in strength making her feel, in a daze, as if she were embracing someone else.

In her mind, she recalled that deity who looked like a youth, his gentle expression, his calm gaze… just as it had been a few days ago. She slightly parted her pearly teeth, biting the pillow beneath her face, and as she breathed, it was as if she could smell the scent of that deity.

She knew this was false, merely a fantasy of her own, but it was enough to soothe her somewhat restless heart.

No! She had already made a mistake twice before!!

Capricorne suddenly raised her head. Her expression was hard to discern in the darkness, only feeling warm. Her beautiful eyes reflected the faint light from the window, moist and sparkling.

Since she had already made a mistake twice… then doing it one more time wouldn't matter, would it?

Such a thought flashed through Capricorne's mind. No, that wouldn't do… go to sleep.

She lay back down, but her posture remained the same, as if burying her head in the sand, silently feeling her body becoming foreign to her.

"Mmm…"

A long, soft sound echoed in the room.

Capricorne tossed and turned on the bed. She turned over again, facing the ceiling, lying properly as if everything were no different from before.

She was already a sinner, or so Capricorne believed.

She would become that sole [Sacrifice], leaving the Goddess of Life to exert her final value for the Goddess of Life and the Saintess Convent.

Then… all things considered, she was already a traitor. Was there any point in restricting herself so much, in suffering so much? Besides, this was just a trivial… means of relieving fatigue, and she hadn't really done anything to blaspheme the Goddess of Life.

Capricorne felt her fingertips touch her soft, smooth thigh. She breathed in the slightly warm air, while the lingering chill made her mind increasingly clear. She pursed her lips, held her breath again, and her body trembled slightly, though not from the cold.

Capricorne wrapped her arms around herself, her jade arms lifting her overly voluptuous… Her jade fingers stroked her lower abdomen, feeling a bit of soft flesh. Had she gotten a little fat? Capricorne wondered.

Sister Geni and Sister Taolusi didn't seem to have so much flesh on their lower abdomens, did they? She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly in the darkness, and this time, she did not hesitate in the slightest; the hesitation she had felt just a moment ago had already been discarded.

Capricorne slightly parted her soft, rosy lips, and she called out softly.

"…God King… Your Majesty…"

…

"God King Your Majesty… You, You are watching me, aren't You…"

Pace lay on her large bed, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, her slender waist arched, and her calves tensed. On that delicate and lovely face, there was a dazed smile.

As a noble Young Miss, she had been raised according to the requirements of a Saintess, but compared to Saintess Aikelisi and Alice, she was more secular. Those things among the nobility, although she had never experienced or seen them—of course, no one dared to let her see them—she had still heard of them.

Therefore, she was not as panicked as Saintess Aikelisi and the others; instead, after a slight resistance, she gladly accepted the special feelings that had arisen in her heart.

Among the nobility, such things were all too common…

It was nothing more than having developed improper feelings for that God King Your Majesty. Just as well… Sister Capricorne and Sister Libolila were still hesitating about who should be sent over there.

Couldn't it be her?

Therefore, Pace did not stop these feelings from spreading; instead, appearing to others as if she were abandoning herself, she directly embraced this bittersweet emotion. This was undoubtedly unbecoming of a Saintess, but it was very noble.

Pace could use the power of the Saintess Convent to influence the changes of secular kingdoms; her faith in the Goddess of Life was truly not as deep as that of Capricorne and the others.

The strength in Pace's soft waist dissipated. After a momentary pause, she suddenly collapsed into the warm quilt. She did not mind the sweat on her pretty face, her expression one of satisfaction; the fatigue from the day's work had all been relieved.

After resting for a while, Pace sat up, preparing to go to the bathroom to wash up. However, her legs went soft, and she nearly sat on the floor. Fortunately, she quickly grabbed a nearby chair, saving herself from making a fool of herself.

Pace walked across the bedroom with unsteady steps, entered the bathroom, closed the door casually, and hummed an unknown tune, quite full of youthful charm.