Investigation of Girl Incidents

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He had no idea what was going on with Laviran's speed.

In just a few minutes, Sel had vanished without a trace.

(Where did she go? Was she still investigating the missionaries' speeches?) But it was so early in the morning, and hardly anyone had even come to the square yet.

Sel wandered around the city like a headless fly for two hours. The city was already bustling with the morning energy of people heading to the market and to work.

The streets were crowded, and some missionaries had arrived at the square to begin their speeches.

However, Sel still had no clue where Laviran had gone.

(Where did she go? She didn't say anything the past two days, and now she's suddenly not investigating? What could she be doing? Did she leave the city?)

(No, really, would she really go out of her way to avoid me, the guide she hired, and risk going out of the city without asking for any information? She would only do that if she completely distrusted me!) Thinking about this, Sel became a little anxious.

Although he didn't think his spying yesterday had really exposed him. But… this thought still lingered.

…

“Hey, did you hear? Today’s speaker is a big shot!” “Oh, really?”

The whispers of passersby finally drew Sel’s attention to the unusual atmosphere of the day.

Today, a heretical missionary was supposedly going to preach, a high-ranking priest within the Ashim sect. He was said to be not only highly knowledgeable in theory but also skilled in divine magic. It was rumored that at less than thirty years old, he could already wield near-intermediate-level Razo magic, and there were even rumors of him performing miracles to heal the sick.

And he would be appearing in the city square today…

“Is the High Temple still as steadfast as a rock…? They must be getting restless by now.” “Tsk, even in Pomenia, it’s hard to imagine the temple being so well-behaved normally.

Aren’t they just worried about the King turning against them?” "But what is the king thinking, not intervening?" (These people are talking about the king's campaign for conversion, right...?

Tch. Still those boring things...

But if that's the case, Laviran should have noticed... Could it be...?) Sel realized something. Pushing through the bustling crowd, he ran to a corner of the high platform in the center of the city square.

A bald, middle-aged priest stood on the other side of the platform, holding a thick ancient book and a scepter, smiling broadly as he spoke to some people below. (Could this be the famous priest?) Sel wondered. (He seems to be on a different level than the others I've seen while spending time with Laviran these past two days).

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Listening to the idle chatter around him, Sel's guess gradually came true.

That person was indeed a priest from Ashim, a locally renowned master.

Usually confined to the countryside due to the pressure of the Supreme Temple, he had probably been blown to the capital by some wind.

Since he couldn't find Laviran's whereabouts anyway, Ser, with a "nothing to lose" mentality, stood there, intending to see what was going on.

"Hey, hey, look over there!"

The sky was overcast, heavy with gloom, as if it were about to rain.

However, under this dim sky, suddenly,

a beam of light appeared not far to his right. Golden light shone through the gaps in the crowd, caressing the astonished or stunned faces of every onlooker.

This must be an illusion…

(No, not an illusion, it's the effect of divine magic!)

So that's it. Someone enveloped in holy light generated by divine magic slowly walked up from the edge of the platform.

Because of Ser's angle, the person was just a short distance to his right, but once on the platform, they were facing slightly behind him, making it impossible to see them clearly.

Even so, Ser felt a strong sense of familiarity.

That cloak… that hood… could it be Miss Laviran? No way! Just as that thought crossed my mind, the newcomer stepped onto the platform and unfastened her cloak, letting it slide down to the ground.

Huh?

Revealed was a low-ranking temple priest's robe, striped in gold, black, and white… So, she had already donned this attire under the cloak.

Although Sel didn't understand much about the High God's religion, this robe looked incredibly large and voluminous.

It seemed somewhat incongruous with the person wearing it—a blonde, petite girl.

Yet, the golden-haired girl, shrouded in the ceremonial robe like a curtain, moved with effortless grace, perfectly poised, like a ritual officer trained from childhood.

One had to admit, the robe was dignified and appropriate for the girl, even somewhat endearing due to her petite stature, yet it didn't feel out of place at all.

(The person on the stage—no, she looks a lot like Laviran!…Although her long hair is styled up, which is different from Laviran’s previous look, but…)

Enduring the glares from those around her, Sel finally managed to stand on a low stone stool and clearly see the person on the stage, holding his breath.

At this moment, due to their curiosity about the actions of this girl radiating soft light, everyone’s attention focused on the two people on the stage.

The girl moved slowly, pulling out a staff from her cloth case, the staff shaped like a blazing sun.

It looked exactly like a ritual artifact of the High God Cult.

The girl slowly drew circles with the staff, and everyone’s eyes followed…then, *ding!* After one circle, she firmly planted it in the ground, as if a shockwave carrying a faint light emanated from the ground and spread to the surroundings. (What is this? Is it divine magic again?) '

That’s how the bishop of the temple conducts ceremonies, and how priests preach in open spaces…the standard starting gesture,'

a passerby who had witnessed the High God Cult’s ceremonies explained in a low voice.

As for that particularly awe-inspiring effect, was it part of the opening move, or was it the girl's own divine magic?

Sel was beginning to admit that there was indeed an indescribable beauty to it.

The girl paused quietly, clearly waiting for a response.

Sensing the change in atmosphere, Priest Ashim turned around, squinting at this extraordinary guest.

"Oh. A servant of the temple. With our common Heavenly Father as witness, may I ask your name and purpose for coming?" "

I am Laviran Alexandres, an Investigating Knight of the Supreme Temple Knights of Human Glory.

My purpose here is naturally to refute heretical doctrines and expel the servants of demons!" Sel stared, mesmerized, at this completely different Laviran.

Today, Laviran was dressed in her priest's robes. Her demeanor was unusually serious.

To be honest, Sel hadn't listened at all to the initial doctrinal exchange between the girl and the priest.

Just looking at Laviran's earnest and focused profile, whether it was because she was wrapped up tightly or because of her intense concentration and nervousness causing her face to flush slightly and fine beads of sweat to gradually appear on her forehead, was all taken in by Sel.

To be precise, it was all taken in by Sel after his vision was enhanced by [Needle Eye - Modified].

(Ah... Laviran! In this scene, to say she's as pure as an angel wouldn't be an exaggeration... This is the reality I see.)

But just as Sel was about to memorize Laviran's beautiful profile more deeply,

he was startled by a shout from the side. "Yo. Isn't this Lord [Gloomy Sel]?" (What! That voice!) The voice belonged to one of the people Sel rarely saw: [Viper] Kessel. A classmate from

three

years

of

elementary

school

. Also his nemesis. That nasty, long-faced man made one want to stomp on him a hundred times.

But now, he didn't know why he was here.

(He'd forgotten, they were in the guild too. They just rarely crossed paths. Even when they almost did, he always managed to avoid it. Tsk, he didn't expect to run into them at a time like this.) (Damn it, of all times!)

Beside Kessel, dressed in standard leather rogue armor, was Rom, also a classmate from three years ago. Back then, he was a chubby follower of Kessel, and still was, except now he was taller than both Kessel and himself. Clearly a warrior.

And… a woman. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't remember her name at all. But the ordinary women around Kesser didn't matter.

"Yo, isn't this the gloomy Lord Batus? What are you doing here?" "…" "

Don't be like that. Staring at people like that. You'll scare the girl, okay?" "Oh dear," the woman sandwiched between the two men said coquettishly. "…What is it?"

Ser lowered his head, trying not to look at these three annoying guys.

"Ah, don't be so hasty. I was saying these past few days, our Lord Ser, we haven't seen you much at the guild. You're usually alone in a corner… I thought that suited you quite well. But yesterday I glimpsed you on the street, and wow, your whole demeanor was different! Where's your girl?!" Ser narrowed his eyes. (Why does this annoying guy know about me? Is he stalking me?) "Nothing. I'm doing a quest. That's all. I'm leaving." Ser raised his head, glared at them, and then turned and left. He didn't want to say another word.

"Lord Ser, what haven't I forgotten? Don't get too carried away, okay?"...

...

As a result,

after going around in circles and returning, the verbal battle between Laviran and the heretic seemed to have escalated into a contest of divine magic.

Unidentified halos of light floated on the high platform.

Every now and then, a beam of light, like magic, radiated into the sky. ...

Even a man's terrified scream could be heard.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?"

"Wow, this is incredible! Didn't you see that? So this is how the Supreme God Cult and the heretic fight!" "What? Explain in more detail?" "

The old man couldn't win an argument, so he tried to subdue the little girl with the power of divine magic, but the little girl is amazing too, she's not at all at a disadvantage. Look, now the little girl is about to win!"

No way.

The onlookers were incredibly excited, chattering away. Ser couldn't help but want to facepalm. The people of Pomenia, especially those in the capital, really had this insatiable habit of watching a spectacle. Furthermore, their usual cynicism towards the Supreme God and other heretics meant that it was inevitable that the debate would turn into a spectacle.

But…

Laviran was so powerful…

When Ser looked back at the stage, Laviran seemed to have the victory firmly in her grasp; the moment of judgment had arrived.

'Razo, Almighty Father, Sun that shines upon us. I pray for all people, please forgive sinners, please destroy evil. Please forgive the disrespect and negligence of your servant today, please deliver judgment upon your enemies. May light illuminate all darkness, may justice forever dwell among men.'

Even Ser had heard this classic prayer.

As the girl closed her eyes and prayed devoutly and intently, the heretics slumped to the ground, their faces pale and lifeless.

A sacred golden halo descended upon the girl. At the same time, the gloomy sky suddenly radiated outwards from the clouds above the girl's head, the clouds parting and the fog dissipating.

No way.

Ser watched all this, his eyes inexplicably moist.

Perhaps that girl named Laviran really was an angel.

...

But then, a sudden change occurred.

"Tragic heretic. Not only have you blasphemed your own blessing from the Father, but you also become a pawn for the devil."

"What...what did you say?" "

Stop pretending. Before the messenger of God, expose your proof as a servant of the devil!" The girl swung her scepter with all her might. Unlike the previous aura and magic circle-like spells, a golden divine light surged towards the heretic priest on the ground like a torrent.

[Exorcise Evil]!

This was a basic, low-level divine spell that almost every ordinary person had heard of. It could be used from the lowest rank of priest. Generally, it was used to save sorcerers harmed by erroneous spells, those possessed by otherworldly chaos, or to exorcise lingering spirits, and to treat general possession.

However, it was never known that this spell was effective against [demons], whose true existence was still quite controversial.

And for any target of the spell, apart from the exorcism itself, there should be no harm.

That was clearly the case.

So why was the priest writhing in agony, even with smoke rising from his hair and clothes?

"Aaaaaah! Please, no! I'm not a servant of the demon!" Yet, the holy girl's expression remained stern.

"Unfortunately, before the Father's light, the demon has nowhere to hide." As she spoke, the torrent of light seemed to engulf him, and the priest, as if on fire, screamed even more painfully.

The crowd below began to whisper, and the atmosphere in the square gradually changed.

If ordinary exorcism could cause such harm, then the person must be associated with extremely dangerous evil.

Perhaps the girl was telling the truth. That is to say, the heretical priest was driven by the legendary demon.

This made the problem much more complicated.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" "Please, call me anything, a demon, anything, just stop torturing me!"

Only then did the girl withdraw her divine magic, quickly walking to the heretic and bowing low. With a flick of her hand, she seemed to tear something from his body,

then raised it high.

"The mark of a demon. This person is undoubtedly a minion of the demon," she declared.

×××

After the crowd dispersed, Sel quietly observed Laviran, watching her slowly descend the platform, escorted away by two knights in temple attire.

Continuing his tracking skills, Sel followed her to the entrance of a nearby church. Soon, the girl emerged alone.

By then, she had changed back into her usual uniform.

(So that's how it is... So she ditched me today to do this... And to do this, she first needs the support of the local Temple Knights, and also needs to borrow their robes and magical implements. She left early this morning to go to the temple. But... I still don't quite understand why she, a knight with the duties of an ordinary investigator, is being asked to do this. The way she looked... she was practically a saint...) Ser swallowed hard.

Although he wanted to go up to her immediately, Ser, not wanting the girl to know he was following her, waited for a while until they reached a small alley some distance from the temple before pretending to bump into her.

"Ah, Miss Laviran! So you're here." "

It's Ser. Hmm..."

But upon seeing Ser, Laviran didn't say much, instead focusing her gaze. The girl looked quite tired.

She was also a little unsteady on her feet .

(No way... was she too exhausted from what she just did?)

Ser was secretly delighted and quickly went to help her.

"Thank you..."

(I should be thanking you!)

A faint fragrance emanated from the girl, and stray strands of hair gently brushed against Sel's arm and neck. This intimate contact was the first time Sel had reached such a peak of excitement since that night.

(Stop, stop, stop, don't let your heart beat too fast!)

The girl had barely uttered a word the whole way, but unlike her previous indifference, this time she seemed simply tired.

"Yeah."

"Very tired."

"Tired."

...

"Um. I saw you on stage."

Lavilan, who hadn't reacted until now, suddenly looked up and stared at Sel.

"Um... I just... I thought you were like an angel... so beautiful," Sel stammered, blushing.

"Really beautiful..."

In the end, he couldn't say anything else.

"I see... thank you..."

The girl turned her head back. She continued,

"Of course I'm beautiful. And the most beautiful."

Huh?

Is that the right answer at a time like this?

Sel was somewhat at a loss. "Miss Lavilan, is that her personality...?" (Why do I always have this feeling that I can't quite figure out what Miss Lavilan is thinking... It was the same at the inn before, she suddenly said those things, and then she never did them again... On stage, she's such a devout saint, but in her own bedroom, she does those kinds of things.)

Thinking of this, Ser's face turned even redder

. "And then? So what

?" "Huh?"

"I asked, so what?"

"Complimenting my beauty. It means nothing to me, because I am beautiful." The girl said with a calm expression.

"Ah... I..."

Even if Ser had a hundred years, he couldn't mentally rehearse his companion saying such a thing, and even if he could, he couldn't think of how to answer

(What should I say?)

. His brain crashed again.

"I... I just wanted to know, what kind of person is Miss Lavilan, um... and, is she happy?"

Before he could finish, he blurted out this sentence.

"Ha... I see. But she's very honest." "So I'll tell you then," Laviran sighed dramatically. However, her tone didn't betray any dislike; instead, it carried a sense of understanding.

"What kind of person am I...? I only know what kind of girl you probably think I am. But what am I really like...? I can't express it at all." "

...Well, but I promise you'll find out. Just not now." (What... does this mean?) Ser's brain was still in a daze. "As for happiness..." Laviran's lips twitched, a slightly sarcastic smile playing on her lips.

"You could call it happiness, or you could call it unhappiness. I only know that I'm currently pursuing happiness. Next is my problem, so what?"

"Huh?"

"What do you want?" "

Why does Laviran sometimes act so aggressively...?" This is another mystery for the girl.

"I...I...I was just thinking, maybe I can make Miss Laviran..." "Pfft..." The girl covered her mouth and laughed softly.

"What...I didn't mean anything else...I just..." "Ah, ah...I understand, I understand, um...I always feel like I had that kind of nostalgic period too, that's all..." "

What do you mean?..." "

Nothing. Forget about it."

"...I'm getting angry, Miss Laviran...Why do you always tease me and not let me understand your thoughts?"

"Where?"

"That's why...boys your age are too easily self-righteous and get angry on their own." "...Miss Laviran is the one who inexplicably looks down on me and teases me, isn't she? We're not that much different in age. Why do you always talk like a ten-year-old adult?" "Sigh..." The girl had a helpless expression as if she wanted to give up.

"...So there's really no way." "Sel-Battus, what do you want? Do what you want, prove it. You don't need to say anything to me."

The girl's sharp eyes looked at Sel.

At that moment, the air seemed to suddenly cool down.

However, their conversation was only one reason.

Another reason was the unusual person who walked in from the side.

"Yo, we meet again. Master Sel."

13 made a move

"Yo, we meet again. Master Sel. It's me, Kessel." ...

Why is he appearing in front of me for the second time today?

Sel had a bad feeling.

Kessel, the fat henchman, the woman, and... more people in the corner.

(No way... I've unknowingly fallen into his ambush.) "What are you doing here, Master Sel? Is this your new girl?" "Oh my, oh my, we finally meet, Master Sel's sweetheart? Batus, you're amazing, you actually managed to get the little knight!" "Bartus, how did you manage to seduce that innocent little knight?

Did you recite sacred texts to her in bed?" "No way, hahahahaha," the woman laughed disgustingly beside him.

Ser watched them act coyly and tell pointless jokes, his unease growing. What were they here for? If it was just revenge for what happened back then, why didn't they come looking for trouble sooner?

Suddenly, Ser understood.

It was because of his sensitivity and wariness when alone, because he had been avoiding him.

But after receiving Miss Lavilan's request, his approach changed… He opened his doors completely to someone like him. Completely unguarded.

Could there be a better opportunity?

"Well, we don't want to bring up the past. But, but, when it comes to relationships, honesty is key, right? If your new girlfriend heard about your past heroic deeds, would she still love you? Hmm? I'd love to know! Sir, how about we give you some advice on your love life?" "You, you dare say another word!" "Oh, terrible, terrible! Lord Batus actually talked back! What's going on today?" "Lord Batus really likes the little knight girl. Brave Lord Batus, are you thinking about taking off that armor piece by piece, or perhaps using some strange potion to trick her into doing something naughty?"

"Hahahaha!" "

No, our Lord Batus isn't like that. He's very gentlemanly with women, isn't he?" Back in the day, he and I both had our eyes on the same girl at the academy. But, well, our old man Sel had way more tricks up his sleeve than I did. He invented a magical eye that could levitate, you know… *snap*, *snap*, and he copied down the girl's image. To be honest, for a student to do something like that was quite an achievement, right? After all, Sel was a genius. Then

, Sel would take those copies and tell everyone he met: "Ah, I like her so much! I love her so much! " But , in the end, Sel never dared to say a single word to that girl.

"What?! Hahahahahahahahahaha!" "To the great love!" "Hahahahahaha! " " Aa ... "【The Dark Batus】, do you know how accurate that name is? Do you know how hateful you are? Huh? You think there are so many people who can't stand you? I'm just one of them, merely a suitor of a woman you happen to find repulsive. And you? You're nothing but stinking trash." "Batus. How dare you treat me like this? Huh? You mere trash, what methods did you use to humiliate me in public like that? Huh? It was like excrement and urine were spilled everywhere, in front of so many people. But, it's easy to guess your methods. Nothing more than a potion, right? Your dirty little tricks. I think I was too kind not to kill you later, huh?" The angry man kicked the utterly disheveled Ser repeatedly. "What kind of idiot are you, Batus? I tolerated you for so long. And what was the result?" "Some girl made you so happy, you idiot, and then with a simple misdirection skill, you were lured like a moron to our ambush site. Batus, do you know, this is already a side road outside the city. There's a swamp right next to it. Whatever happens here won't attract the guards. Whoever dies won't leave any evidence. Choosing someone like you to escort you, what bad luck your client had, hahaha!" Sel's vision gradually blurred. He could only hear the voices fading into the distance. "Don't faint... Batus, you'll see how we enjoy your girl, ahahahahaha!" ... Sel's vision still sank into deep darkness. He didn't know if he had fainted or simply started experiencing a replay of his life; none of that mattered anymore. The only thing he held in his heart was a bleak belief in the future and an ironic regret for the past. This was how his life was going to be. A self-aggrandizing false "love," a self-proclaimed "genius, " a gloomy "loser" in the corner , a worthless so-called "self-esteem" —even after encountering a true angel, nothing has changed. At this point, who can save him? Like a hero in a story, shout, "I won't do this! I want to move forward!" and then overcome all obstacles? Don't be ridiculous. Serbatus only knows how to crawl on the ground, covered in mud. Beside him, his goddess, his angel, are being violated by his enemies. He's just that pathetic. (Ah … speaking of which, did Miss Laviran make that same melodious sound when she was violated? I'd like to hear it.) Serbatus chuckled inwardly, as if a black seed had taken root and sprouted in his heart … … … … 'Ah! Ahh ... But it wasn't a groan; it was a cold, detached voice, as always. "Get up, Ser." A hand grabbed him by the back of his collar, trying to pull him up. In this awkward position, Ser regained some strength and struggled to sit up, his body aching. "Are you alright? Can you fight?" "Cough cough…probably not." "Is that so…then just watch." The girl glanced at him. "Just watch. You don't need to do anything for me." Ser looked up blankly. The girl stood beside him. Her petite figure was enveloped in a beautiful silver-white knight's uniform. Her upright body stood motionless, like a resolute rock wall. But from that absolute stillness, one could clearly sense a surging fighting spirit gathering within her, ready to erupt. She moved. The girl's right hand silently drew a circle, already holding a rapier gleaming with silver light. The long, slender blade and the small, exquisite hilt were a perfect match for the girl's style. In stark contrast, drops of dark red blood flowed from the tip of the sword. The screams from before were likely the fatal blow the girl's sword had delivered to the disgusting man. Ser could only stare at her, dumbfounded. ... "I won't blame you... Your past has nothing to do with me," the girl said calmly. At the same time, her left hand was behind her back, her legs slightly bent in a peculiar arc, supporting her body as if about to leap. Her right hand gracefully turned, assuming a fencing stance Ser had never seen before. Then, "However, even if you said some silly things to me before, I won't care. If you ask why, dealing with the trash here as a form of stress relief is enough to offset it, isn't it?" The girl and her blade became a silver arc, weaving through the crowd. After an unknown amount of time, they returned to a quiet alley, and the girl walked back to Ser's side. 14 He was certain that the world was truly ironic. The knight girl who had defeated the heretical servants with divine magic and then easily defeated several adventurers with her sword was now nestled against him, sleeping peacefully. Just now, back on the city's main street, the disheveled boy and exhausted girl hailed a carriage and began their journey back to the inn in silence. In Ser's heart, it felt as if a tangled mess had been completely severed in the middle, only to be reconnected again by some strange twist of fate.

There was no possibility of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress from the start.

Nor was there any miraculous escape or self-transcendence...

For Sel, utterly despondent, burdened by dark desires and regretful resentment, death was the inevitable end.

Yet, inexplicably, he was saved.

The beautiful angel who should have died because of his powerlessness and sin saved him, only to then distance herself from him.

This whole situation was so bizarre it left Sel bewildered.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Sel saw a slightly weary Lavilan gazing thoughtfully at the passing scenery outside the carriage window.

As always, he couldn't discern her thoughts. However, after spending so many days together, he seemed to sense that she seemed more relaxed and cheerful than before?

(Stress relief, could it really be...?)

If so, the girl was truly very different from his initial expectations.

Sel thought self-deprecatingly.

What 'wanting to understand you. Wanting you to be happy'—it was utterly childish and laughable.

Even though it was only a fleeting thought of his.

But Ser, whose old wounds had just been reopened and whose life had been relived, finally remembered his fundamental mistake.

(I've always only ever lied.)

He imitated the love confessions of innocent young men. But in the end, he didn't understand love at all.

All he had was vanity.

As a result, what he did was fabricate and simulate love with strange vanity.

The person he initially loved was just a [simulated lover]. So Ser didn't even dare to take a step, not even to understand the other person.

So, when he looked back on the past, he didn't even consider that girl as [his first love].

He selectively forgot that story.

Only now did he suddenly realize that [his true first love] was the girl beside him. A mysterious girl named Lavilan.

But, is this time it really true?

...

Words kept surfacing in his memories.

['Just watch. You don't need to do anything for me.']

...

['...So there really is no other way. Ser-Bartus, what do you want? Do what you want, prove it. You don't need to say anything to me.'] 』】

……

【‘What kind of person am I… I only know what kind of girl I am in your eyes. But what kind of person am I… I can’t express it at all. 』】

……

【‘But, in the end, Lord Ser didn’t dare to say a word to that girl.’】

……

【‘Next is my question, so what?’】

……

……

【

‘So what?’】

【‘So what?’】

【‘So what?’】

………………

…………

……

(I want to understand you. Miss Laviran.)

(Whether it’s your saintly face, your

aloof face to strangers, your face that

mocks me provocatively,

your face that ruthlessly rejects me,

or your face that is so excited and happy that you can’t open your eyes…

I want to understand them all. Miss Laviran)

……

‘Miss Laviran?’

‘What?’

‘You must be tired today. ’ "

Hmm, not bad."

"You must be very sleepy now. Want to lean on me and sleep for a while?" "...Yes, I am. Okay..."

It was hard to tell whether the girl was truly exhausted from focusing on spellcasting and fighting today, or because of the magic unintentionally revealed in his words. The girl he was obsessed with, her face resting unguardedly on his shoulder.

Then, his lips inexplicably pressed against the girl's forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Miss Lavilan."

Actually, from the moment he faced the muddy ground, feeling utterly hopeless, as if a string in his heart had snapped, Sel had vaguely sensed a change in himself, but until now, he was completely unsure what it meant.

But now he clearly felt that another string in his heart had just broken.

15 Awakening

"Hmm... I see." "

So, you and the girl broke up, but it's not completely over yet. At least, you still have a contract, right?" "

Yes." "

So you're drinking alone again." "

No. She went out alone again. I can't go against my employer's wishes, can I?" Across the table was a friendly middle-aged man.

After not seeing him for a few days, this man inexplicably reappeared. This time, however, he brought an invitation to join a team.

"I said, I've registered with the guild. But I'm still missing a partner. How about it, kid, we're the best friends, how about we do our next mission together?"

"When did we become so close

?" "Hmm, just now?"

"Sigh... whatever you say."

But none of that mattered. Before that, the contract ended, and the girl would leave the city to go to the next investigation site, having nothing to do with him anymore.

"Hey kid, what do you think about the girl?"

"I don't know."

"Big brother, I told you, a man should take the initiative, right?"

"But she doesn't fall for that." "

Hmm... so kid, you want my opinion?" "

...It's just based on other people's ideas."

"...Heh, you already have your own ideas, am I right?" ...

"...Yes. I just don't know if I can truly be forgiven by her if I do this." ...

"Heh, heh heh, hahahahahahaha----" "

What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, nothing, just that I think you're really...interesting." "?" "

Tell me, kid. Although I don't know what you're planning, in this situation, instead of asking me if you can be forgiven by her, shouldn't you first ask if you can be forgiven by yourself?"

The uncle stared at Sel with a smile, his finger pointing directly at Sel's heart.

"I..." "

At this point, there's no need to argue anymore...wouldn't it be easier to just admit that there's nothing there?"

"I just don't know what to do anymore... Ever since everything was disrupted, all my previous ideas have suddenly become nonsense... But reality hasn't changed much." "So you've come to me, an outsider, to help you make a decision? How ridiculous, kid." "...However, it's not my place to say that. After all... I was the one who first encouraged you to do this, so I'll help you to the end."

"Listen up, kid."

The old man sat back down in his chair with a swagger, his expression becoming exceptionally relaxed, his eyes seemingly drifting away.

But the words that came out of his mouth had a bewitching allure.

"Kid, you might not know, but I come from a faraway land, from another race. Among our race, there's a legendary custom. Or rather, according to some of your customs, it's like a coming-of-age ceremony. Only those who pass this ceremony are recognized as part of our race. Only those who are recognized for their strength and power are recognized for their ability to command and enslave others—yes, the respected are enslaved.

The unrespected are enslaved; that's the culture." "As for this legendary custom, or rather, the standard of coming-of-age ceremony, it has become the key to our race's strength.

Why? Because it lies at the very bottom of every living being's soul, a crucial point. And it is also the richest source of energy for all of humanity's inherent potential."

"However, very few can discover this crucial point, let alone unlock it. Except for our race. Our race has tried countless methods for millions of years to find and unleash this power. Until finally, we abandoned morality, abandoned law, abandoned rules, abandoned kinship and friendship, abandoned agreements and consensus, even abandoned wisdom and reason. Countless people struggled and fought in chaos and madness. Finally, in that frantic exploration and experimentation, we discovered the path to unlocking this crucial point." "Transcend everything that binds you to the past... reason, conscience, or regret... confront your desires, your true source of power,"

the old man said slowly.

But Sel was already lost in thought.

"Kid, now let me give you a pointer on what you're best at." After seeking

the warning from "that man," Laviran had yet to find any trace of the demon.

The demon hadn't appeared among the heretics.

Following the usual, unorthodox investigation yielded nothing.

Boredom and anxiety overwhelmed Laviran.

She had completely gone astray; continuing like this would lead to nothing. Laviran gradually became convinced of this.

Then, in a flash of inspiration, she found a scapegoat whose timing and identity were perfectly suited, and launched a sudden, but highly effective, all-out attack.

The temporary stalemate between the king, the temple, and the heretics, caused by suspicion and vigilance, was shattered by her reckless action in the square.

Recalling her decision to take the initiative yesterday, Laviran still felt somewhat smug.

She didn't think she had the experience to handle the tangled web of political and religious relationships. Frankly, investigations quickly became tiresome.

But launching an attack in the heart of the capital against the opposing side—a declaration of war, accompanied by a stern accusation of demonic possession, culminating in the exposure and sentencing—was a powerful move.

(Ah…what dramatic tension!)

A pleasant smile curved the girl's lips.

The priests and Templar Knights throughout Pomerania must be swamped with worry right now, right? Will it be a one-sided manhunt, or a nationwide free-for-all? The heretics are probably terrified, and the king is probably regretting missing the best opportunity to strike.

Thinking of this, Laviran felt an uncontrollable surge of pleasure rising within her…

Anyone else would never have overstepped their authority and made such an unconventional move.

But with "that man's" name at stake, the Templar Knights could only cooperate, unable to obstruct her actions.

(They must think something's already been decided…but actually, I have no idea what's going to happen next. Just thinking about it makes me laugh.)

Ultimately, the political cleanup is "that man's" responsibility.

She didn't know if her actions were part of "that man's" calculations, but what if they weren't?

Just imagining that elegant, solemn face, so refined yet utterly narcissistic, twisting slightly in displeasure as her plans were unexpectedly disrupted, made Laviran want to burst out laughing!

...

Her mission was nearing completion.

All that remained was to find the demon behind it all.

But, but...

Even after all that action in the plaza, the demon remained remarkably composed, refusing to reveal itself.

She could sense an extremely subtle demonic presence, yet she couldn't pinpoint its location.

(This was so different from the demon's behavior back at the academy.) Either the demon had completely disregarded her, or it was far too cunning, only revealing itself when absolutely certain?

Laviran had initially believed yesterday's ambush was orchestrated by the demon. After all, it's hard to imagine an ordinary adventurer committing such a vicious act of killing when she happened to be present, unless they were tainted by the aura of a demon. However, after a post-incident examination, it turned out that this old acquaintance of Sel's hadn't even had a [Demon Seed] implanted.

So, was he simply there to cause trouble for Sel?

Laviran walked alone through the streets.

The faint trace of demonic energy she had sensed vanished again without a trace. The more she searched, the further away it seemed.

Laviran was once again filled with anxiety.

(Could it be that the only clue she could find was through him...?)

Laviran quickly turned back.

--

"I see... thank you." "

It's alright... Miss Laviran must be under a lot of pressure and very tired. Why don't you relax a bit after you get back to your room?"

After their conversation, Laviran seemed quite disappointed.

There was nothing strange about the boy.

Or rather, what exactly did she expect from him in the first place…? She couldn't remember. Today, she still gained nothing…

Even though things were in complete chaos outside because of yesterday's events,

the crucial investigation made no progress…

Exhausted, she returned to her room.

--

【The Predestined Saintess – Lavilan Alexandres】 Orphaned

at a young age due to the massacre of her entire family in a feud.

Soon after, she was sold into slavery.

In her eighth year, she was rescued by the young priest 【Morseides Alexandres】 and adopted.

In her ninth year, her adoptive father declared, 'You are a saintess bestowed by God.' In her tenth year, she entered a noble elementary academy.

Just before turning sixteen, she graduated from the noble high academy.

Then, to complete 'God's Trial,' she volunteered to become an ordinary temple knight.

Today, the [Predestined Saintess - Laviran Alexandra] is also striving to fulfill the divine will of Father Razo, to eliminate shadows and evil... ...

...

However

, when unable to properly complete her tasks, pressure accumulates until it cannot be released.

And so, the only thing that can relieve this pressure is, as always, the other.

Laviran's room.

After bathing, the girl, naked, crawled into bed, wrapping herself in the white fleece.

Even bathing couldn't alleviate the unusual fatigue and anxiety.

Even with a hazy mind, the desire within her showed no signs of waning.

The dazed girl's face flushed slightly, her slender hands unable to resist, contradictorily reaching towards her lower body.

A strange discomfort arose in her body, and the girl's legs involuntarily wriggled awkwardly, repeatedly tightening and loosening the blankets.

But no matter what she did, she couldn't alleviate her discomfort.

"If it's to fulfill divine will, there's nothing shameful about any seemingly outrageous behavior." "Finding satisfaction is the most righteous thing you should do right now." That's right.

As if relieved, the girl's slightly cool fingertips finally touched her lower lips.

The first slight movement of her fingertips sent a long-lost, electric-like tingling sensation straight from her lower body to her brain, as if threatening to devour her reason.

"Ah..."

A sense of relief and happiness filled the girl's heart. Laviran realized how foolish she had been just now. She

should have done this a long time ago... This is what I should have done.

Her middle finger danced nimbly on the girl's own garden like an embroiderer's needle.

The rose petals trembled as if gently caressed by a breeze, constantly transmitting emotion to the heart of the flower.

"Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Ah..." The girl Laviran's moans were no longer hesitant.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her red lips slightly bitten, her face focused intently on the pleasure in her fingertips and lower body, a resolute desire to find happiness and melt into desire.

She was just like the girl on the high platform who resolutely pushed forward the path of God.

"Mmm...uh...mmm...ah..."

As her hands, hidden under the blanket, moved faster and faster, the girl's whole body shifted on the bed until finally the blanket was thrown off, leaving only her delicate, pink body, seemingly radiating heat, exposed to the air.

"Mmm...ah..."

"Mmm...ah..." "

...Want...want...want...want to come ahhh..."

The girl, wringing her hands in frustration, sang out a pleasurable song, desperately craving something.

But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how passionate her moans,

the girl discovered something that terrified her.

"Mmm...ah..."

"Want to come ahhh...why, why won't it come?"

Unable to be satisfied, unable to reach the peak.

It was different from before. Why?

The girl descended into madness. Reason had vanished completely.

Right, that's it, the girl suddenly remembered something.

Her eyes were instantly filled with that.

Almost rolling to the ground, she crawled haphazardly until she finally reached a corner of the room.

Her blonde hair disheveled, her gaze unfocused, she stared blankly at the full-length mirror.

In the mirror was the person she longed for day and night.

The only lover in the world who was worthy of her.

The person she imagined with all her heart every time she comforted herself.

Looking up, the mirror reflected a boy in a mage's robe. --Sel-Batur 'Ah, Lord Sel!'

--Sel

's dream was before her.

An angelic girl, naked. Her porcelain-white skin flushed with a pink hue representing desire.

Even now, tormented by her desires, this pitiful girl, devoid of reason, sat so pathetically on the floor.

Standing before her, Ser had to sincerely admit that

there was no more perfect, purer, or more erotic beauty in the world.

He had finally gotten his wish, to be able to observe up close every inch of Lavilan Alexandres's body, the mysterious girl who had tormented him for so many days.

From head to toe.

From her golden hair to every inch of skin covered by her stray strands.

From her captivating eyes, now tainted by burgeoning desire but still as beautiful as sapphires,

to her lips, as tender and juicy as peaches, irresistibly tempting to taste.

From her beautifully shaped breasts, not particularly large, but sinful and stimulating enough for a girl's small frame;

to the two tender red nipples on her youthful flesh that made one's blood boil.

From the striking curve of her buttocks, even while sitting on the ground, to the mysterious yet pristine valley of her vulva, a crimson crevice that evoked endless fantasies.

The girl's dazed hands once again reached for her private parts, but this time her eyes were fixed on Ser, as if she were about to burst with desire.

Ser swallowed hard. But he still focused on speaking the magical words.

"What you see is me in the mirror. Like I said, the man you deeply love, the man you secretly yearn for..." "

You know, only by looking at me, thinking of me, and speaking your desire and lust for Ser-Bathus to this mirror, can your masturbation accumulate the pleasure it deserves." "Mmm... mmm... mmm... ahh ... Trying to make herself feel good , " Ugh ... Mmm

...

Ahh

...

"Ahhhh, I can't take it anymore!"

Was it over? While one hand continued to pry open her flower path as instructed, Laviran's other hand, unwilling to endure the brief emptiness, began to rub her tender lips and slightly engorged clitoris, desperately seeking solace.

However, Ser wasn't about to let this girl, fallen into lust, go so easily.

"Ugh...uh...uh..." Despite the girl's efforts, fine beads of sweat seeped onto her rosy skin.

But her soft moans gradually turned into cries of despair

, "How could this be...ahhh...still...not comfortable." Yes. From the moment Ser entered the bedroom door that Laviran had opened according to his previous instructions, laying down numerous hints for the unsuspecting girl, Laviran's fate was sealed—without Ser's instructions, she could not achieve orgasm.

"You realize you've made a mistake. You desperately crave orgasm, but you can't find a way to achieve it." "

Waaaaahh

...

An unknown pink aura enveloped the forbidden room in the night.

Magic hummed and vibrated in the air .

The tense, ecstatic boy, slightly bent over, stared intently at the kneeling girl beneath him, as if possessed.

The kneeling, naked girl, her golden hair curving and spread across the floor dripping with bodily fluids, slowly brought her trembling head closer to the crimson weapon before her. Her dazed eyes were unfocused; the only thing she could clearly see was the enormous object before her.

Having already made up her mind, the girl's small mouth parted slightly, her skillful tongue lewdly extending, timidly approaching, approaching, until finally, it touched the boy's penis.

"Ah………………………………" x2

In an instant, both the boy and the girl were liberated in this decisive contact.

A current surged through the boy's spine, and the girl's morals immediately collapsed like a dam breaking; she opened her small mouth wide and forcefully swallowed the penis into her mouth.

However, the girl was still not liberated. She looked at Sel with a bewildered expression, hesitated slightly, and then began her clumsy swallowing. Her movements made Sel understand something.

"Don't know what to do next? Yes, my holy little knight. I'll tell you, just do it this way!"

Sel smiled slightly, pressing his hands firmly against the girl's head. Ignoring the soft, comfortable touch of her hair, Sel guided Laviran's head towards his waist

.

Sel's engorged penis instantly felt itself passing through the smooth, moist tunnel, entering a whole new world…

"Roar…"

Sel ascended to heaven. He let out

a long sigh of relief; in his more than ten years of life, he had never experienced such pleasure and satisfaction.

A divine oral cavity.

His hands, pressing against her head, moved back and forth, letting Laviran's oral cavity serve his son.

Her warm, fragrant tongue gently cushioned his penis from below, and occasionally, he could feel her small teeth lightly brushing against his penis, leaving a ticklish sensation.

No wonder so many people are obsessed with oral sex… It feels so good… ‘Mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…’

The girl obediently swayed her head gently with the force of the hand, and her fragrant tongue gradually began to move, gently wriggling left and right and up and down in her mouth, like a snake coiling around Sel’s manhood, letting wave after wave of crazy comfort overwhelm Sel’s mind.

At the same time, unbeknownst to Sel, Lavilan’s other free hand also began to play with her own lips and clitoris frantically. She tried her best to get the same pleasure as her lover . ‘

Ohh ... Finally, a torrent shot through her spinal cord and reached her brain, her lower body releasing a torrent of hot liquid that rushed into Laviran's throat . " Ugh ... uh ... *Thud*, the girl fell backward, panting and convulsing, her long hair spreading out and landing on the ground. Her eyes were unfocused, her expression a bittersweet mix of extreme sorrow and ecstasy, while the white fluid covering her body testified to her defilement by the man before her. ... Sel stood before the girl on the ground, looking at her with pity, his hands gently stroking the remaining desire. Then, drip, drip, drip. The remaining white fluid dripped onto the girl's face and her beautiful neck. Then, the liquid traced a line down her breasts, spreading across the dazed girl's body, rising and falling with her soft breaths. Thus, as if performing a bizarre sacrifice, the boy declared his ownership of the girl. [The End]

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