A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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Stealthily, it took Santa Karina almost five more minutes to reach the door.

"..."

A cool sensation came from the doorknob.

She just needed to step out of the room. Thinking this, she gently squeezed the doorknob.

Close! Closer!

She could already feel the lock vibrating gently as it turned inside. She closed her eyes, feeling her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Then, when she opened her eyes again, she realized that there was something wrong with the door.

The sturdy wooden door transformed into a phantom resembling ripples on water.

Mirage...

"Sister Saint Karina, where are you going? Why don't you take me with you?"

A witch-like voice came from behind.

Saint Karina knew that the voice was the beginning of her nightmare. She was the true demon…

With a "clatter," the metallic chain returned to Esther's hand, and at the other end of the chain was the collar around Saint Karina's neck.

"Sister Saint Karina, the game of hide-and-seek is over!"

She laughed happily with a sickly smile.

"..."

My breath almost stopped.

When did she discover it? Was it at the beginning? Or when she started making her own movements and crawled out?

Or perhaps you turned the lock yourself, waking the other person up?

However, none of that matters now. Because Saint Karina is about to face the crisis itself.

"When did you find out?"

Saint Karina suppressed her fear, showing no interest in admiring the beautiful young woman.

Her heterochromatic eyes were, in Saint Karina's eyes, those of a witch.

"When? Hmm, why don't you guess for yourself when you slipped up?"

Esther didn't answer but asked a question in return.

"Does it even matter whether I guess or not?"

"Whether I answer or not, whether you ask or not, it's all meaningless."

“You’re right… Master…”

Almost through gritted teeth, Saint Karina managed to suppress the urge to run away, a lingering fear of being toyed with for so long.

She squeezed out those words through gritted teeth, showing absolutely no joy at the prospect of seeing each other again.

"Sister Saint Karina, are you having fun out there? Have you met any new confidantes?"

"You shouldn't focus more on the mission itself. For example, did I get the Fire Seed?"

“That kind of thing isn’t easy for Sister Saint Karina. Even if I didn’t ask, you could definitely do it.”

"Then I really thank you for trusting me."

I've had enough of the pretense between the two of us. The silver chains were glaringly conspicuous in the room, for these were the chains that bound Saint Karina's freedom.

"Don't you need to ask me for fire? It's important to you, isn't it?"

"I don't want to!"

"What?"

Saint Karina paused, seemingly not understanding what Esther was up to.

After all that trouble she went through, the other party didn't even need it? Is that even possible?

"I don't want it. Because this was originally something I wanted to give to you, Sister Saint Karina."

"Give me what I stole?"

"Hmm~ Actually, I originally wanted to go by myself. But... Sister Saint Karina has always wanted to escape from my side, right? So, I'm giving you this chance~"

Her playful laughter and lighthearted tone seemed to say, "I gave you this opportunity, but you're just not good enough."

"Actually, I was also hoping that after Sister Saint Karina ran away, I could personally bring you back. That way, I could use your escape as an excuse to plant a seed in you that you'll never be able to leave me. What a pity. What a shame~"

Her sickly expression and her twisted, spiraling heterochromatic eyes left Saint Karina with no doubt about the truth of her words.

Moreover, because Esther's words were loaded with hidden meaning, Saint Karina strongly suspected that Esther had a backup plan that she herself had not discovered.

"...You are truly hopeless, Master."

Saint Karina was not at peace; all her words turned into helplessness and resentment.

Fortunately, she had a backup plan.

This is how you play the game, that's what makes it fun... Look, she pretended to be weak but ended up laughing in the end, turning the tables against all odds.

"Hehe... There's nothing I can do about it. Because my love for you, Sister Saint Karina, is so deep and unwavering, like a swirling eddy, inseparable. I love you, Sister Saint Karina... So, you can't run away and do anything to hurt me. Otherwise, after you behave well now, I'll take back the freedom you've worked so hard to gain~"

"Don't worry, I won't, Master. Because I love you too."

I won't be foolish enough to be so easily fooled and give up my freedom. That's the real meaning behind St. Karina's words.

"Hehehehehe..."

Hearing Saint Karina's declaration of love.

Although Esther didn't believe there was much love involved, she believed everything Saint Karina said.

Because she could proudly say that she could accept Saint Karina's love, whether it was false love, lying love, or insincere love. She would accept it all.

Then, as if she truly believed it and was delighted by it, she burst into a string of silvery laughter.

“Sister Saint Karina, I like your honesty. I also like the way you look at me now, like a little white rabbit.”

The meaning behind that look was submission.

It's like a trainer examining the wild beast he's tamed. Sweets and a whip—the simplest way to tame Santa Karina, the wildest horse.

If Saint Karina resists, it will only fuel Esther's even more perverse desire for conquest, leading her to want to punish Saint Karina. The methods of punishment are numerous, only the variations are ever-growing.

Perhaps... this punishment will only end when Saint Karina is completely bullied and broken.

Although Esther's method of training Philomena to become a puppet differed from Esther's, and Esther showed no emotion or pity towards Philomena, the result was that if Saint Karina continued to resist, the ultimate fate of this seemingly fragile Saint Karina would be to be completely destroyed.

Same way.

"Sister Saint Karina, perhaps you've been away for too long and have forgotten a little. Now, let me remind you a little about the proper way to greet your master."

Her expression was sharp.

Just as a warm summer turned into winter, Esther's eyes turned cold.

“Holy Maiden, when you see the Pope you serve, you should kneel down. Then crawl over and kiss the Pope’s feet.”

She remained seated on the bed, so her two fair feet did not touch the ground.

Actually, Esther's feet didn't have any odor, only a pleasant fragrance.

It was just too humiliating. It was normal etiquette for the saint to crawl over and kiss the pope's feet; it's a wonder Esther had the audacity to say it.

"Only the Church of Order would bestow such a grand gift, Master."

Instead of holding it in, Saint Karina directly voiced her complaints.

"What? You want to kiss me?"

"I wouldn't dare, Master."

She shook her head.

“How can a subordinate kiss his superior? How can a saintess kiss the pope? Only when you, master, want to kiss me can I kiss you. And it is only when you, master, want me to kiss whichever lips I want to kiss that I will kiss.”

“Very good, I am very satisfied with your answer, Sister Saint Karina. I thought that you had forgotten our rules after you went out for a while, and I would have to teach you the rules again.”

Esther smiled with satisfaction at Saint Karina's answer.

She swung her fair feet again, gesturing for Saint Karina to come over.

"Then, let's begin with a gift. My dear sister Saint Karina..."

"As you wish, master."

Saint Karina slowly bent her knees and back. Before Esther, she was a spineless creature.

However, this wasn't because she was truly afraid; it was merely a temporary measure in the face of power and authority. She lowered her head, and in the shadows concealing her facial expression, she remained defiant.

"Rustling."

In the quiet room, the slow crawling sound rang out once again.

"Master, I'm back. I love you, Master."

Then she looked up. The shadow vanished, and so did the stubbornness on her face.

The only expression remaining on Santa Karina's face was one of cautious ingratiation.

"Please accept my kiss, Master. Forgive me for all my previous rudeness and rebellion."

A gentle kiss landed on Esther's instep.

The instep had a captivating fragrance that could easily intoxicate. However, Saint Karina wasn't a foot fetishist, and besides, this hand-kissing gesture, which resembled a knight kissing a princess's hand, was a humiliation because it was done in a different place.

Esther was humiliating her, but she couldn't show any displeasure; she could only respond with a smile.

The mere fact of this is enough to humiliate her, even if she does nothing from this moment on.

“Very good, very good. My saint.”

For the first time, the Pope's face shone with a radiance that even the sun could not conceal, yet it was while he was doing this humiliating thing.

It's clear that Esther, the one who said she was broken, must have been broken long ago. From what point in time had she been broken?

If "my saint" were replaced with "my dog," the sense of déjà vu would probably be even stronger.

The relationship between the two is irreversible and unchangeable. The only way to change it is to break free, only through the method given by the evil god Eris, and only in the hands of Saint Karina. The only alternative to breaking free is to become a demigod or to escape.

Retreat only yields one gain, while advance can yield both.

Saint Karina, having given up on escaping, wanted to move forward.

It wasn't that she lacked courage; she was simply lying low beside Esther, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

"Alright, that's enough, Sister Saint Karina."

The switching of forms of address and the shift in attitude are as natural as flowing water.

After kissing from the instep to the entire foot, Esther finally spoke up to stop him.

She withdrew her slender, jade-like foot, which was now completely wet with an indescribable liquid.

"It's been so long since I've done anything fun, Sister Saint Karina, please serve me..."

These words instantly reminded Saint Karina of what the other person had done in this room not long ago.

Esther didn't mention that incident. However... if there were a similar surveillance spell, the other party could also see what Saint Karina had subconsciously done before.

If the other party knew about it and still did it... Saint Karina couldn't think any further.

"Sure, Master. What would you like to drink? What flavor do you prefer? I've studied cocktails before, and I'm quite good at mixing them."

Saint Karina's face was pure, and her actions were naturally quite proper.

“Sister Saint Karina is indeed very knowledgeable. I trust your cooking skills, so please have a glass of blue champagne.”

As Esther said this, she took Saint Karina's hand and placed it into the angle that formed the obtuse angle.

That indescribable obtuse angle forms Saint Karina's workbench.

"Sister Saint Karina, let's begin. Hmm~"

She trailed off with a seductive tone, the implication clear.

And so, Saint Karina's hands began to move. She was now the Pope's bartender, and naturally, she had to do her job diligently.