Chapter 189 – Reconstruction of Events

“Whoah… Haaa… “
“Sir, saintess… Anyway, this… ?!”

Late at night, two women appeared at a sacred place dedicated to the goddess.

One woman had purple half-twintails reminiscent of violets, and her eyes were also tinged with a beautiful light purple color that oozes innocence.

One woman had gold in her eyes that seemed to reflect all the negativity in the world, as opposed to the neat silver twin tails that she thought might have been melted silver ingots.

The two women had different physical characteristics and heights, but if there was one thing in common, they were so beautiful that even the moon in the sky could hide their faces in the clouds.

In this great church, there were only two people with such beautiful looks, her saintess Violet and her Holy Knight leader Christia who served her.

“Quiet, I’m trying to come up with something.”
“… If it’s what the saintess is saying, even if you’re confident to pour oil on your body and jump into a pit of fire?!”

As the representative of the goddess, who is said to be the continent’s only deity, and the leader of her paladins who serve her closest to her, they receive admiration, respect, and reverence wherever the grace of her goddess extends. I’m going to lose

The actions of the two women who are now walking around this large church should be regarded as a movement that seems to reject such praise.

She was passing stealthily from shadow to shadow, as if a sinner had committed a great sin.

No, it was ‘crawling’ to be exact.

“Here I am… Get down on all fours… “
“… “

Her armor, which she wore all the time, disappeared, and like Christia, who was crawling on all fours wearing only a see-through negligee, the saintess, Violet, who was just starting to get down on all fours next to her.

How the hell did this happen

It’s been several days already.

It’s been a few days already, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time.
It was not a day or two that he crawled around the church on all fours every night.

The trigger was none other than her, Violet lying on all fours next to herself, and a notebook spread under her head.

A few days ago, Christia poked her Violet’s pussy… The day she touched the mucous membrane of the saint’s vagina with her finger.

Waking up from her dream, Violet hurriedly wrote down everything she saw in a notebook. Normally, she would ask if she was just having a nightmare or a nightmare, but

On that day, the identity of the unknown group of blue lights was also the same, and she said that she dreamed of something related to the ‘identity of the white blonde woman’ that came out of the saintess’s mouth.

Christia also hurriedly stormed into her saint’s office in her underwear and took her writing utensils, causing her to make a fuss.

Unfortunately, in line with the word “Dream of the night”, He managed to somehow record the appearance of the mysterious man, and even wrote down the fact that the princess of the barbarians was attached to him

The platinum-haired woman couldn’t remember her last name, or her eyes.

Crystal spheres contain only the things that they ‘remember’, that is, the things that the subject of those memories saw, heard, felt, and recognized at the time.

It was possible to capture the face of the mysterious man, Urga, and a part of what happened that day, but nothing else, especially those related to the platinum-haired woman, could not be captured.

Christia asked Violet why she couldn’t contain anything about it, but her Violet just blushed at her face.

According to the person himself, at the time of the dream, he saw something extremely embarrassing, disgraceful, and even shameful, so even if he could have recorded that moment like this,

He said that he couldn’t remember the name of the blonde haired woman and the things about her eyes because they were covered in teeth.

But she just can’t remember ‘correctly’.
It’s not completely erased from my mind

If so, you just need to be able to recall these memories.

Through this notebook, which recorded the events of that time, the events of the day were reproduced to stimulate Violet’s memories in her head,

All she had to do was remember her last moment when her white-haired woman spoke her name and the moment her eyepatch came undone.

It is to reconstruct the so-called events of the day.
Christia replied that she would gladly respond to Violet, who cautiously sought her cooperation.

Even though it was a dark dream, and if you listen to the contents, it was so filthy that even a prostitute would shake her hands and run away, but for the sake of the cause, she swore to sacrifice herself with the sword of a goddess and a saint.

Even if she was crawling around like a dog in her underwear like she is now, she couldn’t be ashamed of herself…

“Oh, Christia? It wasn’t about kneeling on her floor! Holding her hips high, high… Uh… There, just a little bit like a pig… Can you do it… ?”
“… “

This is why her face can’t be hot.

However, since it was a request from her saintess, Christia, who could not refuse it, obediently obeyed her words and lifted her hips high.

‘No matter how much it is for the sake of the great cause, at the request of the saintess, I acted in such a shameful manner… ?!’

“Um… It would have been nice if the pussy was wet, but I don’t think it matters much?”
“Saintess, no matter how much it is for the sake of a great cause… ?”

‘I told you not to use such vulgar words!’

That bastard’s blonde-haired woman took care of every single saint.

Still, Violet wasn’t doing it with very bad intentions, but she was also trying to reconstruct the events of the day, so it’s a relief.

He also dedicated himself to this one-

“Christia? I-I’m sorry, can I lightly smear something on her thighs or cunt?”
“… “

Seeing Violet looking at herself with her eyes shining once more, Christia bowed her head in response.

“… Is it okay to spit?”
“Yes, according to my memory recorded here, water was flowing down the thighs of a platinum-haired woman. Ah! Or rather be-“
“Sir, Holy Lady, uh… ?!”

The moment she witnessed her soft pink flesh sticking out of her saintess’ mouth, Christia hurriedly tried to say something, but when she spat out her words,

She had already touched Violet’s fingers, which had smeared something sticky on her from the inside of her own thigh.

“Uhhhhh… ?!”
“Hey, Christia?”
“It’s okay! Now, just a little bit surprised. I’m sorry, but you gave me orders like this, huh?!”

‘Again, the saliva of the saintess again?!’

Chiduk, chiduk Violet smeared the saliva from her tongue on her thighs again before Christia finished her words.

‘Well, in this situation, it’s a little bit, but what can I say, it’s fun… ?!’

Seeing that upright Christia stuck in her own fingers, she would like to tease her a little, she might have suffered (?) In the meantime, she would also pray for her realistic reproduction,

Violet secretly smiled and yap yap! She smeared and smeared her own saliva.

You can control Christia yourself!

Every time I touched her, it was her disheveled appearance that I would never hear or see from the usual Christia!

‘I can’t stand it!’

Christia, on the other hand, was in trouble for her Christia.

Even so, the fact that she and Violet have been walking around the church in her underwear for the past few days makes her want to put her panties on her nose right now and calm herself down.

Whether you know this or not

She just lifted her ass up and wished her cunt were wet, but her own erogenous zone smeared her violet saliva into her thighs, her fingers sticking to her thighs. How can I calmly accept this as it passes by?

Naturally, her body, which has become sensitive lately, began to react to this.

“Huh, huh… “

‘Huh?’

Like a painter painting a huge canvas, Violet, who had made Violet’s thighs drool with drool like the thighs of a white-blonde woman, suddenly saw Christia trembling, and at the same time,

I stared blankly at her wet panties, centered on her cunt.

‘What? Why is this… ‘
‘What do you mean… This, maybe this… ?!’

As much as it was possible to confirm with the naked eye of Violet, who was close to a normal person even though she was a saint, Christia also saw Violet’s gaze looking at her own pussy and the moisture felt from there.

She also sensed the smell of her own love juice and the saliva of her saint.

“Christia? Why is this… “

How can I justify this? No, is this something that can be excused in the first place?

Who would agree to excuse the fact that her saintly hand had touched her erogenous zones and moistened her cunt?

“Kuhm, that’s… The night air is cool, so I stop without realizing it… That, the cow, the urine… Couldn’t you control it… See.”

It’s literally her brain working

No matter how much a saintess does not know what her own pussy is, she must have guessed under what conditions the secretion of her love juice takes place.

In that case, I’d rather be a mannequin!

It’ll be a bit of a hindrance to her own image, but she’ll be prepared to roll around in dog poop anyway for her saintess’ sake.

“Pee… Pee… Pee… Ah, ah!”
“..?”

What?

Contrary to her own expectations, Christia hurriedly tried to get up from the spot when Violet let out a sigh. But contrary to her expectations, she wondered why she had forgotten this.

Christia tilted her head at Violet’s appearance as if she had remembered something, but Violet’s sudden action of violently pulling down her panties soon made Christia harden like a stone on the spot. .

‘De, get caught… ?!’

“Yes, this is it! This, so, wet her cunt like this, and the white-blonde woman was holding them in her own anus!”
“… ?!”

That was something that wasn’t in the notes.
All it said was that a blonde woman was crawling on her bottom.

It wasn’t written down to such detail.

But at this moment, the moment she saw Christia’s wet, bare cunt, Violet began to jot down the following thoughts that came to her mind in a notebook.

“And obviously that… Shelter! That platinum-haired female at the shelter… Taking her woman… ?!”
“Kuhmm, saintess?”

It’s burdensome to crawl around the church on all fours like an animal, wearing only pajamas that are like underwear.

Christia cautiously tried to call her Violet, as if feeling guilty at the fact that she was now exposing her own buttocks and even her wet cunt.

Christia immediately took a picture of Violet’s confident expression and shut her mouth.

“But to do this… Ah!”

I guess I have an intuition that very soon something very ominous will come out of that mouth, even though the paladin has such feelings for the saintess.

‘No, no! This is for a good cause! Disrupting the cause just because of my own shame! Isn’t this an act against the Goddess! In order to restore her saintess’ dream, her memories of her back then, even if it meant that I could open my own cunt… ‘

“Christia? Ho, could you open your pussy in front of me and shove it with your fingers?”
“… “