Chapter 8 – Hero (1)
A beam of scarlet light from her window stung Arya’s eyes.
She woke up with a frown on her face.
“Huh.”
Aria stretching her arms outstretched.
She fell asleep
I wonder if it’s because she fell asleep while her body was tired.
When I got up from the bed, my legs were shaking and my groin was sore.
Last night’s affair was more violent than usual.
… No, I really want to call it an affair.
Wouldn’t it be more correct to call it gang rape?
‘… It was gross, really.’
After today, they couldn’t hold Arya.
The seed-bearing saintess will be away from the church for a while to help her hero.
Last night’s gang rape could be seen as their own farewell ceremony.
Thanks to that, it was the most difficult night in recent times.
Even though I didn’t want to go, I went, and I went, and I kept going.
I reached a climax that made me wonder if I was going to become an idiot after going away like this.
Furthermore, did you get tired of peeing around the end?
When she remembered that she even had incontinence, she felt ashamed again.
Bad people.
How many times did she yell at her to go to the bathroom.
I didn’t even listen.
Arya rubbed her throbbing lower back.
Her back was very sore from the intense night.
She has back pain at such an early age.
It was a miserable feeling.
“Ugh.”
On top of that, her menstrual cycle also overlapped, making Arya’s mood very low.
Menstrual cramps had been causing sharp, sharp pains like needles poking through her internal organs.
It was literally to die for, accompanied by nausea and migraine in the pain that came up slowly.
She didn’t know it when she was a man, but the woman’s body was more uncomfortable than she thought.
She drank all the water from her bedside and got up from her bed.
In my heart, I want to sleep more spread out, but as a saint, I have to set an example.
In other words, she hadn’t said that she couldn’t be lazy.
Even if she only slept four hours, Arya moves.
It was necessary to maintain the reputation of a saint that Makarov covets.
Rubbing her weary eyes, she remembered her guest today.
‘… Did the warrior come?’
Yes.
Today was the day when a famous hero personally visited the Sexuality Church.
Of course, the reason is to pick up the saintess, Aria.
‘I don’t like it, for some reason.’
Arya tidied up her body, changed clothes in her nightgown, and left the room.
When she left the room, the inside of the cathedral was quite tidy.
It seemed that they were preparing various things for the saintess’ launching ceremony.
It was unnecessary busyness, she thought.
‘… I could just let it go normally, but who would like it for doing something like this?’
When I asked a nun who passed by her, she said that the ceremony was going to be splendid.
It seems that secondary factors, whether for the dignity of the church or for the sake of honor, played a large role.
‘… Whew.’
The people of the church were in a very excited mood, but Aria, the person in charge of her, was not very excited.
I wonder if it would be more beneficial to provide support to the children of the orphanage than spend money on such useless ostentation.
Arya thought about it as she was walking down the aisle for morning mass.
“Isn’t this Saint Arya?”
The brown-haired man with a parted smile smiled.
It was Bishop Ronin, who had risen in rank in just one year.
“… Bishop Ronin, who is busy with his official duties, what are you doing?”
Arya’s tone was pointed.
She had no choice but to do so.
Because the Mable Rope wasn’t the only thing that drove her into her abyss.
The man named Ronin was also one of the people who made her despair.
“No matter how busy you are, you have to participate in the ceremony of the holy woman who is like her own daughter.”
Arya’s cheekbones twitched.
His real daughter, real daughter, real daughter.
Do you think the bishop has a terrible taste for humiliating his own daughter?
“… Is that so?”
“It’s good to see you doing well these days.”
Those words sounded like sarcasm.
Don’t you resist now, like.
“It’s all thanks to Bishop Ronin.”
Arya stared at Bishop Ronin with a gaze that said, ‘Are you saying that after you’ve broken your will to resist?’
He looked somewhat sullen.
“Holy Lady.”
“… Why?”
“I hope you have more hope.”
“… Yes?”
Bishop Ronin, who finished his words, turned around and walked away.
Arya’s point of view was absurd.
Who broke the hope
Who quelled their longing
Who is this all for!
“… Under.”
Trembling at her humiliation, Arya wiped her eyes.
It’s still a bad day, but I think it’s going to be a worse day.
* * *
Bishop Ronin liked that Arya was ruined.
To be precise, I liked the trivial resistance she showed as she was being destroyed.
Resisting pleasure with sharp eyes.
Like spitting low-quality disgust and scratching with nails.
Each of those impatient actions faithfully satisfied Ronin’s insidious desire.
‘Aria, are you saying that you are perhaps this sweet?’
However, recently Ronin has not been happy.
Arya’s condition has become overly docile, and she is.
Where did all her zealous resistance and even desperate rebellion go?
She suffers a little more and I wish I could help her struggle.
I wish she had a little more enthusiasm and put up her resistance.
That way, the despair she feels will come even sweeter.
Ronin thought it couldn’t go on like this.
Like fruit that oxidizes, teasing Arya, who is eating away at her despair, is not at all pleasant to her.
What fun could there be in playing with an empty puppet?
The current aria is like that.
No matter what she does, she nods and accepts it like a well-trained puppy.
The empty appearance wore out Ronin’s love.
What he wants to see is not Aria, who resists weakly with her lively expression, or Aria who only listens to what she is told to do with her dynamic eyes.
It shouldn’t be like this.
Ronin wanted to create the ultimate tragedy using her material, Arya.
She shouldn’t have collapsed so easily.
On a more suitable stage, you should feel more suitable despair.
So Ronin really got into trouble for the first time in a while.
What should Arya do to make her strong will to resist?
A conclusion reached after careful consideration.
It was to give Arya her hope.
To give people hope in order to give them despair?
It may sound like an oxymoron.
However, the reason people despair is because they are in a state of holding some hope.
Think about it.
If you are in a state of desperation from the beginning, there is no despair or resentment.
It has no emotions at all.
But what if there is hope even if it’s just a thread?
What if there seemed to be a workaround for this unfortunate situation?
If so, Arya will think.
Maybe she can get out of this quagmire.
Maybe, the hope that I do will be able to do it.
And the moment that expectation reached a critical point.
It is to destroy Arya by giving her great despair.
She must be in deep despair at the fall between hope and despair!
I was excited just by imagining it.
Bishop Rhonin swallowed his laughter, closing his mouth with his right hand.
Ah.
I want to see Arya’s face in despair.
I want to see the broken Aria.
Aria.
I am your ardent follower.
Please, resist as far as you can.
For your happiness.
For my pleasure.
Ruler.
Then, what can be done to give Aria, who has withered, her hopes?
He stroked his chin and sighed in thought.
Then, at the right time, the information of the hero came into his ears.
Ronin saw this as an opportunity.
Warriors and saints.
Isn’t this a common story from old times?
Maybe it will be a good stimulation distance.
Ronin laughed.
It was because he came up with a strategy that he thought was very good.
‘It’s already been a month since then.’
Ronin finished his flashback and walked inside the cathedral.
Based on this plan, he hoped that Arya’s will to resist would be successfully revived.
‘It’s finally today.’
Today.
Here comes the warrior
The world calls him a perfect warrior.
Ronin did not entirely believe the false rumors.
He was born with only what he saw and heard with his own eyes.
It was because of this that Ronin came to this place, putting aside his busy official duties.
Is the hero who will come now really able to give Aria hope?
He wants to check that out now.
‘I’m going to watch the aria as well.’
Even a tiger will come if you say it.
I saw Arya walking across from her, crossing her legs.
She followed the hero for a while, and since she couldn’t serve as a seed feeder, she must have received seeds in excess.
“Holy Lady.”
“… Why?”
Ronin saw Arya staring at him, and her laugh came out.
“I wish I had more hope.”
Wouldn’t that be better for both of us?
Even for a short moment, Arya will escape from her miserable reality and dream of her sweet dreams.
Ronin will be able to enjoy Arya’s lively resistance with her hopes.
If she knew what Ronin was thinking, Arya would have hated it.
Well, since she didn’t have her mind reading, there was no way to know her.
* * *
Aria stopped by the bathroom for a while after morning mass.
She didn’t drink much, because her urge to urinate got worse.
Could it be that she had urinary incontinence from being so climaxed last night?
She suddenly became anxious.
‘Th-That couldn’t be right?’
Squeak.
Only the sound of dripping water could be heard.
Come to think of it, this bathroom was the place where they played hide-and-seek with Bishop Ronin.
Suddenly, memories of her from a year ago flashed through Arya’s head.
‘What if I hadn’t been caught then.’
Maybe he didn’t adapt well to this fantasy world and lived?
Not like a canary in a cage like now.
… It was a pointless assumption.
Just as Arya wiped her crotch with a tissue and was about to lift her panties as she got up from her toilet seat.
Bang!
The bathroom door she had locked was thrown open violently.
Unexpected situation.
Three or four question marks were created above Arya’s head.
Through her forced open door, I could see her black eyes and ultramarine blue hair.
Surprisingly, it was the man who opened the door.
“Here you are.”
It’s a moderately low-pitched voice.
Arya froze, having stopped even pulling up her panties.
“Uh, huh?”
“Egg plant.”
He just uttered those words without any explanation of the context.
Where are you going?
More than that, why did you force open the door to the women’s bathroom?
You don’t even look like a religious person, so how did you come in?
Various questions popping into my head.
But her man didn’t give Arya time to ask questions.
The man wrapped his strong forearm around Arya’s waist and muttered something to her toward the wall where her window stood.
It was like an order.
No, it was a real order.
There were flashes and explosions.
Kuwaaaaang!
A deafening sound.
The wall collapsed before I knew it.
Is this the magic you’ve only heard of?
She had seen a lot of sex laws, but it was the first time for Arya to see magic in person.
That’s why she couldn’t help but panic.
What’s the situation?
Or is it kidnapping?
Why?
What use is she?
Her head couldn’t keep up with the situation that was going so fast.
She is Arya, who has lived a life of conformity to protest and tyranny over the past year.
It means that she has not encountered various incidents enough to cope with injustice incidents leisurely.
So she couldn’t help but panic.
“… Dang, what are you doing?”
Her man’s nonchalant eyes scanned Arya.
He answered very briefly.
“Warrior.”
The man who introduced himself as her warrior tried to leave her with Arya on his back.
She had something to say before he moved.
“Sleep, wait!”
“… ?”
“Inside, let me wear underwear.”
She was an embarrassing aria even as she spoke.
