Became a Saint of the Sexuality Church 51

Chapter 51 – Royal Capital Gaul (1)

An omnibus was gliding through the snow under a clear sky.
Rumble, rumble.

Arya’s consciousness was awakened by a loud vibration.
Someone was rubbing her cheek.
Seeing how thin and soft her fingers are…

“Azazel?”

“Did you sleep well, sister?”

It was the correct answer.
When she opened her eyes, Azazel Anade, a girl with beautiful red hair, was wearing a cone hat and grinning.

‘I must have fallen asleep.’

Arya brushes her bangs, and she frees herself from her lap.
Azazel removed her hand from her aria’s cheek with a wistful expression.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

It’s a nightmare
It wasn’t a mistake.

“Hmm, that wasn’t a good dream.”

It’s like a terrible experience is more deeply imprinted than a happy one.
Arya’s dreams are mostly about reflecting on her bullying over the past year.

So she hated dreaming.
Because it was full of painful and troublesome things.

“I asked because her sister wrinkled her like crumpled parchment.”

Is it crumpled parchment?
It was a noble expression.

“Did I act like I was in such pain?”

“Yeah, I was worried too.”

The answer came from the other side.
It was Einstein, a man with black hair and dark eyes.

“I see, I’m sorry…”

Arya tried to apologize naturally, but looked at Einstein.
It was still a grumpy face.

“… Thank you for your concern, Ain.”

“Thank you.”

It was a warrior who turned his head as if he was satisfied when he thanked him.
Something embarrassing
As if that wasn’t Arya’s only thought, Azazel scratched her arms.

“Ugh, sprouting chicken meat. Some die of cold sides, but honey drips from your eyes. Very honeyed!”

“I’m sorry, Azazel.”

“Why are you apologizing? All Einstein is bad.”

“Am I not bad too?”

“Are you asking me that? Are you an idiot?”

She was a witch fanning her hand like she was sick of it.
At Azazel’s harsh reaction, Einstein smiled and stroked her hair.

“Don’t pet me! Your hair is messed up!”

Her words were ferocious, but her actions were not greatly objectionable.
She says she hates it with her mouth, but she secretly wishes.

It was a cat and a girl.
Arya joined in stroking Azazel’s soft hair.

“Uh, even sister?”

A witch whose hair is harassed by two men and women.
After a while, her head became a great magpie.

“… What’s this. The long-awaited hair is messed up like broccoli.”

She grumbled and straightened her hair.
The sound of giggling and laughter warmed the inside of her carriage.

A few weeks have passed since Azazel’s confession was stranded.
Einstein who successfully eradicated the monsters that were raging on Mount Ascendio.
He brought Arya and Azazel together and explained what had happened.

An assailant with a face identical to Einstein’s.
The saying that there is truth in the Gallic palace.
The Holy Sword’s questionable behavior.

It was all told without any hiding or filtering.
These were difficult words to readily accept.
Arya, however, nodded her head without raising any questions.

‘What do you want Ain to do?’

‘Originally, I was going to go to the front line, but somehow, what he said bothered me.’

There is truth in the Gallic palace.
The word truth has a demonic quality that stimulates people’s curiosity.
Didn’t Pandora in Greek mythology also bring disaster by giving in to misguided curiosity?

‘Are you going to the palace?’

‘I’ll go if necessary.’

‘… Hold on, both of you.’

Azazel, who was listening to this, raised her hand.
Einstein gave her her say.

‘Tell me, Azazel.’

‘Hey, do I need to hear this story?’

‘Are they colleagues?’ ‘Are they colleagues?’

Do people in love resemble each other?
As the two answered at the same time, Azazel was at a loss for words.

A colleague
Not bad.
She blushed and crossed her arms.

‘Well, I don’t have anything to do right now, so I’ll hang out with you.’

So, they were on their way to Gallia, the capital of the Gallic Kingdom, by hop on the omnibus.
However, there is one fact that Azazel overlooked.
It was that she had to hold out in her lover’s crib in the midst of her time.

These two show what a love affair is more ardent than lovers who tremble in pain.
I feel like my inner wounds are burning because I’m watching in real time from the side.
It was not unusually difficult due to the relative deprivation.

‘It’s sad, really.’

She was Azazel, determined to make a lover no matter what.
Meanwhile, Arya let out a sigh and looked outside through her car window.
It had been snowing so hard for the past few weeks that the place was completely white.

“… There is so much white trash.”

There was nothing terrible about it.
If you are a military writer, you will surely agree.

It’s better if it snows on weekdays.
But on weekends when it snows heavily…

‘It wasn’t personal maintenance, it was nabal.’

Arya was trembling, so Azazel wondered.

“Yes? What did your sister say?”

“Oh, no.”

“Ah, don’t do that, teach me.”

Azazel stretched out her hand and tickled Arya’s armpit.
She resisted twisting her body because it was a sensitive area.

“Aww, Azazel! Go, tickle!”

“I will continue until you tell me!”

“Bye, it’s nothing! Really!”

“I wonder what it’s all about!”

She is a persistent witch.
Arya was in pain.
Where did the word “White trash” Come from her saintess’ mouth?

It might be a joke.
So she scolded her and tried to keep her mouth shut, she said.
But things in the world don’t always go the way you want them to.

“Heh, that, stop it!”

“Your sister made people angry! Where is she going to stop talking?”

“Damn, after all, Azazel stole it!”

“That’s the problem! It doesn’t matter if you didn’t know! But I heard it! I’m curious!”

“I’m not doing well, heeuk! Ahak! Go, tickle!”

Einstein admired the atmosphere that was noticeably brighter than when the two were together.
As expected, I wonder if the atmosphere is livened up like this just by adding one woman.
I still feel sorry for Arya because I keep watching.

“Stop it because Arya hates it.”

“Hmph, Astein is her eyeball a knothole? I’m communicating with her sister.”

Is sympathy the word you use when you’re like this?
Einstein scratched her chin and frowned.

“That… Is it?”

Arya shook her head.

“No! Ain, no! Cow, don’t be fooled, hit!”

But more quickly, Azazel’s palm blocked Arya’s mouth.

“Sister, speak quickly!”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”

I’m covering her mouth, but what kind of answer is she looking for?
At this point, I wonder if he was just doing that because he wanted to tickle Aria.

Einstein chose not to intervene.
She is an aria who occasionally puts on a brooding expression.
She couldn’t be better if the shadows cast over her disappeared just like that.

And besides, she had no desire to be bruised for being snuggled in.
When Einstein, whom she trusted, showed her contemplative attitude, Arya decided that nothing good would come of holding on.

“I’ll tell you! You can talk!”

Azazel grinned.

“You’ve already done that!”

“… Am I Azazel’s older sister? I look like her brother.”

“Sister fights are common!”

I’ve never had sisters, so I don’t know if that statement is true or not.
Arya let out a sigh and pointed her index finger at her car window.

“I just saw that and called it white trash.”

“Wow, does Aria unni swear at people too?”

“That’s why I tried not to say…”

Wait for a sec.
Arya sensed the strangeness in Azazel’s words.

“I beg your pardon? Are you a person? Did I say it when I saw those white snowdrifts?”

Now, it was Azazel who was taken aback.

“Yes? Eye? Weren’t you talking about those children wearing white masks?”

Children wearing white masks.
As Arya was about to look out the car window again, Astein pulled Arya’s body towards her.

“Huh?”

She was Aria helplessly in Einstein’s arms.
She looked up at her champion, blushing.

“Ah, ah, ain?”

“Stay calm. It’s an assault.”

An arrow went through the seat where Arya had just been.
It was the moment Einstein pulled out the holy sword and was about to open the door of the moving carriage.
Azazel stopped him.

“It’s easier for me to handle.”

“I guess.”

“Then leave it to me.”

“… Yes.”

Frost slammed into Azazel’s red eyes.

“How dare you, worms, lay dirty hands on my sweet sister?”

Rattle.
After opening the carriage door, Azazel seems to have landed on the roof of the carriage, floating in the air.
Because I heard a sound from the ceiling.

Einstein closed the door and hugged Arya.
It seemed to be reassuring.

Drooling.
The small rectangular window next to Einstein opened.
The driver shouted in an urgent voice through the open window.

“Me and the guests are fierce. Those are white rakes! Damn, I thought this area was safe!”

Einstein asked in a calm manner.

“What is the white rake?”

“The thieves who are expanding their power these days! The method is also vicious. He likes money, but I heard he likes playing with people. A beautiful woman should be prepared.”

When the coachman’s eyes stole the aria, she asked with an absurd expression.

“Yes? Me, do you mean me?”

“Then, are there any other beauties here besides you?”

At the coachman’s threat, Einstein said plainly.

“It’s fine.”

“What do you mean?”

“I already went to take care of it.”

Einstein pointed at the ceiling of the carriage with his index finger.
The coachman wrinkled her forehead.

“Who?”

“Never mind that. More than that, how did you know that those guys in white were white rakes? It could just be white clothes.”

“Is that important now?”

“Just curious.”

The coachman clicked her tongue as if she were full of energy.
It was an act of scolding a young man who did not understand the seriousness of the situation, but…
Aaaaa!

There was a huge roar that could be heard even from inside the carriage, which was blocked on all sides.
The coachman hurriedly turned her gaze to the front of her, and she opened her mouth as she gasped at the horror that unfolded before him.
The White Rake thieves were all burnt to ashes.

“I came to get rid of it.”

Azazel opened the carriage door and came in with a calm voice.
Einstein pierced her ears.

“You made a lot of noise.”

“Isn’t that how you get scared and run away?”

“You worked hard, Azazel.”

“As expected, the only one who cares about me is my sister.”

Through a series of conversations, the coachman inferred that a woman named Azazel had carried out the recent deed.

“… Dang, what about you?”

Einstein shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s a warrior party.”