Became a Saint of the Sexuality Church 52

Chapter 52 – Royal Capital Gaul (2)

Except for the first raid, the journey to the capital was smooth and quiet.
Azazel was very disappointed that there was no target for his magic to hit, but he immediately turned his attention to Aria.
She was obedient to the capricious witch, and the tolerant saint was an unusual talking partner.

“Come on sister, aaaaang.”

Azazel is holding a plump tangerine.
Aria replied, thinking that tangerines are winter fruits even in this world.

“Azazel, you can eat by yourself.”

“Huh, I said I would peel and feed you tangerines, but you don’t like it?”

Azazel lowers her eyes and weeps as if she is feeling sad.
She wasn’t really sad.

Look at the crooked eyes like those of a fox.
Isn’t it coquettish?
Arya waved her hand and put her words of refusal into her mouth.

“I’m fine, so Azazel eats…”

Azazel cut her off midway, insisting on her own opinion.

“I hope you don’t talk nonsense and eat her brother’s sincerity!”

Arya was bewildered.
Even if you are of the same sex, isn’t this kind of malevolent behavior?
Besides, I wanted to do such a sweet love affair with Einstein.

Glimpse.
She tried to direct her gaze to Astein, but Azazel, who noticed this, opened her axe eye and interrogated her.

“You don’t like me feeding you? Do you want Einstein to feed you?”

Sting
Arya shook her head and shrugged her neck and shoulders.

“Oh, it’s not really like that.”

It was a very obvious lie.
Azazel’s eyebrows went up, then her eyes twitched.

“Hey, I’m disappointed. Sister.”

This time it got really boring.
Arya looked at Azazel in her huddled position, she didn’t know what to do.

“… Oh, Azazel?”

“Huh.”

She puffed out her cheeks and turned her head away.
It was a childish act, and it was childish.
Still, she was Arya who didn’t hate Azazel who was faking it.

“… OK. You can eat it.”

Her resignation was familiar to Arya.
At the saintess’ declaration of surrender, Azazel asked, making her blowfish-like puffy cheeks swell.

“Really?”

Arya closed her eyes tightly and parted her petal-soft lips in a circle, deciding that she would do better once than speak a hundred times.

“… Aang, I did.”

Azazel was seized with a strange feeling as she watched her saintess open her mouth like her baby bird.
Why are her eyes closed?
It sounds like you’re doing something immoral.

Gulp.
Azazel swallowed her saliva.

It’s good anyway.
It is an opportunity obtained through deterrence.
The tangerine she held carefully and slowly moved toward Arya’s lips.

It was a historic moment as the scarlet tangerine was about to touch her lips.
Her thick hands blocked the tangerine’s advance.
It was a leaky development.

“What is it, Einstein?”

Einstein retrieved her outstretched hand and shyly averted her eyes.

“… Well, the body went out on its own.”

“You called that an excuse, now?”

He smiled bitterly as he scratched the back of her head.

“Azazel. It may sound petty, but the aria is mine.”

“It may not sound trivial, but it is trivial, right?”

“Seeing you like this makes me jealous too.”

“Huh, that’s ugly.”

“Right.”

“Don’t just admit it. Since I feel uglier, it would be nice anyway, unnie. To monopolize this fool’s love… , Sister?”

Azazel flicked her fingers in front of Arya.
She was completely frozen like a stone statue.

Yes.
Arya held her breath and froze at Einstein’s declaration!

Mine
It was a soft yet sweet sound.

Arya is mine.
Arya is mine.
Arya is mine.

In Arya’s head, what Einstein had just said was playing on an infinite loop.
The hiccup came out spontaneously.

“… Hey. Ah, Ain! Ah, in front of Azazel!”

“That’s what I mean.”

“… Oh, yes.”

“I wish they all died.”

Azazel, unable to flow between the two, checked her overflowing pink air, frowned at her and put a tangerine in her mouth.

Tok, tok.
Tangerine juice bursting from her mouth.
It’s sweet and sour.

But it wasn’t as tasty as I thought.
It must be delicious because it’s a seasonal fruit, but it’s strange.
It’s because of the damn couple anyway.

“Someone without a lover is sad, sad. Do you have to do salting like that to get rid of your intuition?”

“Sorry.”

“I don’t want to hear your sister’s apology! I’m talking about you, damn Einstein!”

The arrowhead flew to Einstein.
He looked at Azazel with a calm gaze.

“Yes?”

Maybe something bombshell?
Arya, in her nervousness, hoped that Einstein would say little.

“I’m sorry if I made you look cold.”

It was a pure apple.
Maybe that’s why Azazel, who had set the blade, quickly got rid of her fever.

“… Ugh, I don’t know how an apple can make people angry.”

“Still, Aria is mine.”

Azazel sneered, as if full of energy.

“You’ll be fine.”

The carriage steadily moved toward Gaul.

* * *

The nun Gina also arrived in Gaul.
Befitting the name of the royal road, high-rise buildings and various races were visible.

Even so, it was a landscape that did not touch her very much.
She was not inspired by any architectural style or any formative beauty.
In the past and now, there was only one man who made Gina’s emotions flutter.

‘Ronin-sama.’

She couldn’t keep
If she had been around she could have been of help.
She probably wouldn’t have known that she had escaped safely.

Why didn’t she stay by his side?
Even if he disobeyed the order, she should have kept.

It was a sin.
Her senses were blunted, and she blamed herself.
He cursed the hero and the saint to chew on.

Dare, dare, dare!
Are the likes of you trying to harm him?

Awesome.
Jina calmed her excitement and moved her steps down an alley that was deserted by her.
The deeper she went, the more savage aura permeated her.

No matter how splendid the royal road is, there is always a hidden side.
On the contrary, because the light is strong, it may be that the darkness is revealed more clearly.
The place she was heading to was the slums of Gaul.
It is always ironic that the two regions are sharply divided like two sides of a coin.

‘It’s been a while.’

It was she who had her leash on her leash by the ronin and nearly cut her ties with the world behind her.
If you go back, you won’t have a good conversation.
It is fortunate that I do not receive criticism and hostility.

‘But there’s no way.’

How long did it take
Teouk.

The bald man grabbed her by the shoulder.
She was a strong hand.

“Is there a reason the little nun is going to such a shabby place like this?”

Gina stared at her man with impassive eyes.
A mechanical gaze that neither fear, nor contempt, nor loathing exists.
The man felt somewhat uneasy.

“What. When the kid opens her eyes wide? Does she want to get in trouble?”

Gina pursed her lips.
The shape of her face seemed to force her to smile.

“It just went well. I needed a guide.”

“This kid makes fun of adults…”

He couldn’t follow his back.
It was because the thorns extending from Jina’s shadow touched her uvula.
Gina tapped her own temple.

“Babe, if it were me. I don’t think I would carelessly make fun of her mouth in the current situation. Are you stupid enough to not understand what I mean?”

The bald-headed man shook her head.
Seeing her pale face, Gina felt that her sadistic tendencies had been revived for the first time in a long time.

In the past, the moment she stretched out like that, she would have blown her arm or leg and poked her body.
A lot of her personality died, Gina.

“If you understand, move your legs. If you want to keep breathing.”

“… Uh, where do you want to go?”

Poo-wook.
A shadow blade dug into her collarbone.

“Quaaaaagh!”

It was a loud scream.
Gina frowned at her.

“It is short. He has no manners and no patience. It just quacks like a duck.”

The man looked at Gina in terror.
Her purple eyes shone with her magical demonic energy.

“Take me to your ‘father’.”

The man gripped her collarbone and spoke with difficulty.

“… Al, alright, alright.”

Gina and the man walked.
As a result, from a certain point, the vigilant gaze became closed.
It would be the tricks laid by her, her rambunctious little boy.

Although offended by Gina, she didn’t care much.
If they show hostility, just kill them.
The man didn’t even know if there were any eyes following him, and she moved her feet eagerly.
That’s how the two arrived at a certain location.

“… Father is here.”

It was a building that looked like a bar.
Gina clicked her tongue.

“Huh, are you kidding me?”

At the sharp reply, the bald-headed man’s complexion turned bluish.

“What do you mean?”

Gina’s shadow cried fiercely.
Like a howl of a wolf.

“Isn’t it here?”

“… Do you think I will send a dangerous bitch like you to my father!”

“Oh, is there a pulpit?”

“Come on! Kill this year…”

At that moment, a solid line was drawn around the bald man’s neck.
Pooh!

A blood-red fountain spewed out and his head rolled across the floor.
Gina manipulated the blood that splattered in all directions so that it would not splatter in sincerity.
Ronin liked neat things.

“You didn’t have to kill me? Ignorance is not a sin.”

“I apologize for the rudeness that went beyond the limit.”

A man in a black suit appeared in the empty space as if a shadow shimmered.

“It’s okay, it’s embarrassing.”

“How are you so far?”

“So so. How’s he doing?”

“The royal palace crackdown has intensified, and you are suffering from overwork. By the way, can I ask what you are looking for Dannyan for?”

“Dannyan?”

“He is the ‘father’ of the man you just killed.”

“Ah-ha, I see. I hope you don’t have any strange misunderstandings. I thought I would be surprised if I visited him, so I just went through the procedures below to meet him.”

It didn’t make any sense because I was caught by you.
Jina looked at her own fingernails and put on a sullen expression.

“Is that so.”

The man broke into a cold sweat and looked at the purple-haired nun.
There is a story that is secretly passed down from the underworld.
The older generation of the red sword, the existence that has reigned in the darkness of the capital for a long time.
Purple night.

It was once Gina’s nickname.