Chapter 127 – The Prophet
Goddess Illya?
So many thoughts crossed my mind in that one sentence.
After being thrown here, I really resented the goddess a lot, but not anymore.
Because it wasn’t the goddess who brought me in the first place, it was the causal law.
‘No, but why are you pinned to the wall?’
If you look to the left, an old man wearing a white robe and neat accessories is driving a doggeja into the goddess, and if you look to the right, beyond the wall, you can see the lower body of the goddess.
Seeing him wiggle one leg, it looks boring.
I didn’t mean to delay, but I thought it would be better to spy on their conversation first.
‘I think it’s better not to be noticed….’
After thinking for a while, I headed to the back of the black wall, where the goddess’ legs were.
No matter how much the wall is in between, there will be a little bit of a gap.
If there is a gap, the sound will be transmitted to me.
‘But when I think about it….’
I had a sudden thought.
I thought that the goddess Illya would not be kind to me.
It was because the Paladins didn’t put any restrictions on attacking Osiel, the saint they called their daughter.
And it may be a little different, but the ending I witnessed in the room of reminiscence.
I don’t know what the original ending would have been because I intervened in the middle, but what’s certain is that Ilya didn’t hold Osiel’s hand until the very end.
In the midst of her torture and humiliation, she turned away from her child who cried out her own name.
‘Hmm….’
By the time hostility towards this bitch started to rise, I arrived at the back of the goddess whose legs were bobbing.
Then, being careful not to touch her body, he clung to the side of her hip as close as possible.
Due to the erratic swinging of the legs, it is in a fairly ambiguous posture.
Then, fortunately, the conversation between the two began to be heard.
“Sin, sorry! Stop this lowly servant of yours habitually….”
“It is done. What is the title?”
I couldn’t understand what he was saying because I couldn’t hear the conversation in the middle.
However, since it was impossible to slap the goddess on the back, I held her breath and focused on the conversation.
No, but when I thought of her buttocks, I started to become more and more conscious.
“Yes… ! First of all, Aldern was sent. You should have found them by now.”
“Oldern is the leader of the Paladins.”
“That’s right.”
Their conversation started to puzzle me.
I don’t know who it is, but at least the Pope of the Holy Empire is the one who talks directly to the goddess.
However, the scale was quite poor for a conversation between a person in such a high position and a goddess.
‘What is certain….’
It was clear that the ‘guys’ they were talking about were me and Osiel.
“He is a vicious man who took the place of the old warrior even though he was alive. Aldern, tell him to get rid of it. He is the evil being who confuses the world.”
“I will keep this in mind, Prophet!”
Hmm.
This wasn’t the goddess I was thinking of.
It’s like this…
‘It’s like a human.’
Okay.
No one calls the goddess they worship a prophet.
Mostly, a prophet was a being placed under a god.
‘This woman… She might not be a goddess.’
I don’t know if she’s impersonating Ilya, or if that’s what a goddess was originally.
But either way I don’t care.
I didn’t believe in Illya, and it was important that I had an existence in front of me that was trying to kill me.
So.
I don’t know who this is,
‘You met the owner properly today.’
I put my hand on the skirt of this woman pretending to be a goddess.
Even if you struggle, it will be useless.
‘Because handling bad football is my specialty.’
To expect
* * *
The Holy Empire had a fairly well-established hierarchy.
Also, it was well maintained.
As is known to the public, they obeyed the will of Goddess Illya in everything, and it was known that the pope and the holy woman, the highest positions, were equal to each other.
But the reality was different.
The saintess and the pope were just puppets.
It was because he was one of the enforcers there to rule the Holy Empire.
Bradwee, the executive officer of the Independent Agency, was such a person.
“I will keep this in mind, Prophet!”
He is a great goddess before his eyes, no.
He shouted to the prophet in a thrilling voice.
She just needs to clear her head and do what this great being tells her to do.
‘Oldern, he’ll take care of it himself.’
The first instruction is probably already solved before you even visit here.
Although he was old, Aldern’s skills were considerable.
It was time for Bradwee, who had made that decision, to wait for the next instruction while still bending over.
“Then next… Kyaha!”
“…… ?”
The prophet… It made a pretty nasty sound.
‘What did you not like?’
Brad Wie, who had been thinking about it, lifted her head and looked at her.
His face turned pale as if something had happened.
“Why… Why? Or, even if I make a mistake….”
“Ah… It’s nothing. Next, treat the saintess… Ehehe!?”
“…… ?”
A cute moan escaped her mouth as if the prophet, who raised her head in surprise, had bitten her tongue.
Bradwee broke into a cold sweat, very embarrassed as he hadn’t seen anything like this in all these years.
The Prophet seemed to be in a bad mood lately, so he was careful with his words and actions.
‘No way….’
He began to perspire visibly now, remembering that he had referred to the prophet as Illya.
Of course, the real body would be praying motionless in reality, but this special space was no different from reality.
If you die here, your body in reality also dies, and if you get hurt, it’s the same.
“Sorry… How dare I tell the Prophet the name of Illya-“
-Slap!
“I don’t care, Ahak!”
Bradwee looked at the Prophet in great bewilderment.
Perhaps her condition was not good, her pale face was now as red as a tomato.
“What sound… Okay, are you okay?”
“… Next, the saintess. First of all, bring the child back unscathed. I will notify you later, so please go back and deliver the revelation.”
“Ah, I see… !”
Brad Wee lowered his head once more and walked out of the place, backing her up.
After confirming that he had definitely left this space, the prophet gnashed his teeth and opened his mouth.
“You, how did you get into this space?”
She was quite embarrassed.
As usual, while I was conveying my message to the executioner, someone pulled up my skirt and slapped me on the butt.
I’ve never had anything like it happen to me and never wanted to.
“Not an executor, a paladin? Hurry up and state your name and identity.”
To enter this space, enormous divine power was required.
Bradwee, who came today, also entered this place by consuming all the strength he had accumulated over the past few days.
However, she now had an idea of what kind of person the idiot she heard behind her back was.
“Bug… Guys, the bug is clear. After all, I had to get rid of that human at that time.”
A human being who was suddenly summoned and twisted all causes and effects.
The errors caused by that human have now become unmanageable.
All narratives are twisted, and the most likely future has begun to be erased.
Behind the boundary, the existence that is now doing something incomprehensible to itself must also be a bug that was born as a result.
“Ha… Fortunately, that’s it. Because they are non-communicable beings.”
If it’s a bug that doesn’t have a self, it will die on its own after a little time.
She was nervous because she had never once created a bug beyond her boundaries, but the moment she realized that, she began to feel relieved.
But her relief was immediately shattered.
* * *
A little while ago, as she pulled up the skirt of a woman called the Prophet, she saw a black fishnet under her eyes.
As soon as she saw it, she frowned.
Not because she wants to look better, but because a woman who wears underwear like this will surely be promiscuous.
I don’t know what she is, but given her taste in underwear, she must have had sex with her a few times.
There are a lot of girls waiting for me outside, but she didn’t want to touch her used pussy, so she slapped her on the ass.
She hoped to be taken aback, but she only screamed a little, and the response was that she might not be human.
As if he couldn’t understand the act of touching and spanking her ass.
He doesn’t seem to feel any shame either.
A little time passed, while I was listening to myself talking.
“Ha… Fortunately, that’s it. Because they are non-communicable beings.”
The woman who judged me to be a bug started muttering repeatedly.
And that murmur had no nutritional value.
‘I can’t just delay like this.’
Who you are and what you mean
And how to get out of here.
I had to know them.
Depends on the answer, but worst case.
I was even thinking of killing this woman.
“I promise I won’t do anything if you accept my three questions.”
“What, uh, how are you talking! I can’t… How to cross the border….”
I feel bad because he keeps saying shit, I don’t understand, so I swing my wrist once again and head for the tight butt.
-Slap!
“Kyahak! What are you doing!?”
“Are you willing to answer the question?”
“What are you so curious about on the subject of bugs? Of course I have no intention of answering that. And, stop being clumsy. You cannot harm my body.”
Can’t do harm?
After thinking about it for a while, I decided to prove it.
– Seruk.
The hips with the skirt rolled up.
In an instant, I grabbed the panty left and right over there and took it down.
“Why… ?”
“Answer, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
Yeah, that’s enough.
Just because I was curious.
In response to her reply, I gripped both sides of my large buttocks.
However, with her thumbs tucked between them.
“There’s something I’ve been curious about.”
“I have no intention of answering. Please quietly disappear.”
Ignoring her as if she hadn’t heard, she opened her hips wide as if pulling back a curtain.
“What color is the Prophet’s pussy?”
“What… Is that what you’re doing?”
Seemingly taken aback by my actions, she tries to squeeze her butt muscles tight.
But she couldn’t beat the strength of her thumb and arm.
“The answer is… Oh, is it pink? Unfortunately, the butthole is flesh-colored. Did you know?”
Shocked by my words, her lower body stiffened and her hips widened.
Deciding to make me and Osiel pay the price for military crimes if I couldn’t get an answer to my question, I slapped my butt once again.
