Chapter 7
II. Pope Ian
In a place filled with squelching sounds and the groans of priests, a man’s clear voice rang out.
“What do you think you are doing in this sacred place where worldly filth is washed away?”
It was the voice of the Pope.
His shimmering blond hair, glowing under the faint light of the massive communal bath, revealed him to be of the highest-tier sanctified lineage, one that could emit divine power most effectively.
His blue eyes discovered a pair of stark white bare feet amidst the naked bodies of the priests.
His eyes narrowed.
“Knowing that the Imperial Princess—no, ‘that thing’—is an offering to be presented to Lady Ephina, you still took it for yourselves?”
It is basic common sense, known even to those outside the church, that an offering must be pure.
At this, the priests stealthily let go of the woman’s body and backed away.
A white fluid, impossible to tell from how many, stretched down from her deep green hair before falling away.
The area around her mouth, as she had already lost consciousness, was similarly stained.
But her lower part was clean.
“We did not take her below. Naturally, we would not take what should be taken by Your Holiness, the divine incarnation of God.”
The priest who spoke with a snickering laugh was the chief priest serving High Priest Lekia, who had given the sermon today.
In short, this meant he was another power within the temple, second only to the Pope.
He regretfully opened the hand that had been groping her lower parts, showing it off.
A transparent slick fluid stretched long from his palm before snapping.
“Will you take her?”
A voice laden with anticipation and excitement then resonated through the bath.
Gulp.
The Imperial Princess’s pale white body was stimulating enough to be intoxicating just by rubbing one’s c**k against it.
Even if they couldn’t take her themselves, if they could at least see the Pope take her…
They would need no particular imagination for their m**********n tonight.
Just the thought seemed to excite them, as even those who had climaxed just moments ago hardened again.
“……”
But the Pope merely looked at them with cold eyes.
The priests looked back at the Princess.
They could see that her face and hair, as well as the space between her b*****s, were smeared with copious amounts.
The scrap of cloth given to her as clothing had long been torn and lay crumpled on the floor.
She was a filthy sight to be presented to the Pope, who dared to be called the incarnation of God.
“W-we’re sorry.”
Perhaps because of this, the priests flinched under the Pope’s piercing gaze.
“Put her in the water immediately.”
At the gesture of the chief priest serving Lekia, Delonas’s body was swiftly lifted by the priests.
“I was informed she was learning how to serve priests as an offering to Lady Ephina. What is the meaning of this appearance?”
But the Pope’s questions were not over.
As the Pope was one who rarely clashed with the priests, they exchanged glances.
The Pope, who seemed the epitome of piety, only clashed with the priests when the doctrine of Lady Ephina was not followed.
Ah, he must be angry that they dared to lay hands on her first!
Truly fitting for a principled Pope.
“We merely used our hands briefly to teach the Imperial Princess her place,” the chief priest explained, bowing his head. “As part of her training, we plan to have her continue cleaning the baths, so please do not be too angry.”
“Cleaning the baths?”
The Pope raised an eyebrow.
Then he spoke.
“You seem unaware of the proper order of things. Bowing your body before the statue of Lady Ephina in my bath should come first.”
“…!”
The head priest bowed his head, his face showing he hadn’t considered that.
“It seems my learning is insufficient. I will educate her accordingly immediately.”
Although Delonas had never asked to come to this bath, the fault was already hers.
“Then, wait for her in a posture appropriate for facing the statue of Lady Ephina.”
With that, the Pontiff turned away.
***
“Ah…”
Delonas opened her eyes.
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