Chapter 50 – Church of Light

Episode 50 – Church of Light

When I opened my eyes, as always, the saintly woman’s big breasts greeted me right there.

‘It looks bigger today.’

I don’t know if it was because what I experienced during the training was so spectacular, but it felt like it had been a long time since I had seen a saint’s big breasts.

As I was staring blankly at her big breasts, her protruding hand suddenly hit my forehead.

Snap!

“Stop watching and get up!”

“Ah…”

“Don’t look disappointed! Come on!”

At her saintly yell at her, I tried to erase her big breasts from my mind and raised her upper body her.

“Saint. Thank you. “I am always indebted to you.”

“Joy! He speaks well. If you really appreciate it, why don’t you at least help me with some work?”

“Work?”

When I tilted my head at the somewhat unexpected suggestion of her, the saint explained as if she had been waiting.

“Is it so! On the weekends, I always go to the church to work. How about we go together? The Goddess’ grace will be bestowed upon Luan too!”

“I’m sorry, but I have something to do on Saturday…”

When she smiled awkwardly and turned him down, the saint said there was no problem and changed her schedule.

“Then we can go on Sunday!”

“Hmm…”

“Why. “Don’t you want to go?”

“That’s not true. Is there anything I can do if I go?”

“There is! Don’t worry, we’ll make it even if you don’t have it. Then, we will go to the church together on Sunday. “You understand, right?”

“… I understand.”

I don’t know why she went to such lengths to take her, but I accepted her offer, wondering if something was going on.

The saint clapped her hands and grinned.

“Good idea! Then, let’s meet in the recovery room at 6 a.M.!”

“That fast?”

“Are you going quickly? It’s natural to go to morning prayers! Are you not able to wake up then? Then, I’ll go to the dormitory to wake you up—”

“No. That’s it. It can happen.”

I quickly cut her off before she could finish what she said.

I can’t even imagine what kind of chaos it would be like if she came to her dormitory to wake me up on a weekend morning. If even a strange rumor were to spread, it could be condemned by members of her church who cherish her saint so much.

I never wanted to do such a bothersome thing.

I decided that I didn’t know what to say again, so I got off the bed in a huff.

“Then let’s meet at 6 o’clock in the recovery room on Sunday. “I’m busy so I’ll just leave.”

“Oh! Wait a minute! I still have more to say…”

As expected, her words did not end.

I left the recovery room, ignoring the saintess’s attempts to say something.

And in an instant, the appointment date arrived.

*

“It’s here! Here!”

At the entrance to the recovery room, the saint, surrounded by her priests, jumped up and down and waved her hands.

Due to that movement, her big breasts bounce up and down violently, capturing her attention.

‘Of course people have to wake up early.’

In an instant, my energy was fully charged, and I approached the saint, feeling rewarded for waking up at dawn. The priests’ gaze pierces the entire body.

-Just try to do something to the saint.

-You won’t die easily!

-If you don’t want to see the Heretic Questioner, you better be careful!

Even though he didn’t say anything clearly, I understood everything he meant from his eyes.

But there is one thing the priests overlooked.

That’s the rebelious nature of wanting to do something more when I tell him not to do it.

I held out her hand to her saint.

“Then let’s go.”

“Eh? Ah yes! This way!”

When I saw her do something she wouldn’t normally do, she tilted her head in confusion, but she soon seemed to think it didn’t matter and took my hand her and led me outside.

Thanks to this, the priests’ eyes became even more harsh, but that only made me more happy.

As I walked, leaving the recovery room behind, I let go of my hand when I was out of sight of the priests.

The saint who was walking lightly flinched.

“Huh? What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“No. It’s just a little hot today. I put it down because my hands felt sweaty. Rather, what do you do when you go to a religious denomination?”

“First, we will meet the goddesses separately, then we will pray in the morning, and after lunch, we will go to confession. We are sharing the pain of believers!”

“Is that so? “I don’t think there’s anything I can do.”

“No! Luan is my escort. It’s a very important matter, so keep it in mind!”

At those words, I looked around.

‘Now that I think about it, there are no paladins?’

I don’t know if she really wanted to entrust her safety to me, or if she didn’t really need an escort since she was going to go straight to the church anyway, but there was no one by her side her but me.

Feeling a huge and unknown responsibility, I became wary of my surroundings.

“Isn’t it dangerous? “I’m really weak.”

“Are you okay. I’m pretty strong too. “If a bad person comes, I will defeat him!”

A saintess confidently declares while clenching her fern-like small hands.

I was so dumbfounded that I ended up laughing.

“Then it’s not an escort? Is it meaningful?”

“There is! So don’t even think about running away.”

“I never thought about it like that.”

“Anyway, hurry up! Because we’re all there now.”

While we were talking, we arrived near a Sanga cult.

The statue of the Goddess of Light erected in the fountain in the distance and the pure white building behind it come into view at a glance.

Priests around him were busy since dawn.

Soon, as we got closer, the priests’ eyes all focused on the saint.

“No, saint. “So you’re already here?”

“I was waiting. “Saint.”

“Haha! “It is truly beautiful today.”

It’s like a fan facing an idol.

Seeing the enthusiastic appearance of the priests who gathered around like a swarm of ants and exchanged words one by one, the saint smiled brightly and waved her hand.

“Good morning everyone! I have to pass by, so could you please make way for me? “We have guests today!”

The moment I mentioned the guest, the priests’ heads immediately turned to me.

The eyes that examine the whole body are sharp.

My body stiffened with a force stronger than that of the priests in the recovery room. As we were preparing for the possible uproar of extreme fans, they smiled and walked away.

“Haha! I see. I understand.”

“Please go quickly. “Saint.”

“Thank you. Everyone!”

The saint expressed her gratitude and moved to the church along the path paved by her priests.

I followed her and then glanced behind her.

Then her priests pointed to her saint and pretended to massage something with her hand, then raised her thumb and made a gesture of slitting her throat.

Roughly speaking, it seems that if she touches the saint’s body carelessly, she will kill her.

I doubt whether those are priests.

‘Goddess of light. ‘Take care of your believers properly.’

In return, I muttered profane thoughts, ignored them, and entered the church alongside the saint.

The interior was, in a word, clean.

It has a solemn atmosphere reminiscent of a library and is open on all sides, so there is nothing intrusive.

Here, everyone seemed to be behaving in moderation, and even when they saw the saint, she was not seen making a fuss like before.

Even if you just quietly bow your head or speak, most people just say hello and disappear.

Without needing to slow down, we entered the prayer room where the statue of the goddess was located.

The statue of God was very beautiful.

Even if we don’t know if the goddess really looks like this or if it’s just a beautification by believers, there’s nothing to criticize in terms of aesthetic standards.

Her long hair that seemed to reach the floor was like silk, and her dense facial features had golden proportions, so perfect that there was no room for likes or dislikes.

Moreover, those violently large breasts that are considered to be almost on the same level as a saint!

This is the part that makes you understand why the goddess chose Iris as a saint.

In addition, her waist is small enough to wrap around with one hand, and her hips is selfishly wide, so her curves are no joke.

Her butt is so attractive that I want to squeeze it from time to time, so it’s hard to control my impulse.

If this is not the true appearance of the goddess, she cannot help but offer tears of respect to the craftsman who carved the statue.

While I was diligently molesting the goddess, the saint knelt down in front of the statue of her god.

“Goddess. Saint Iris. I have come now. “Please forgive my disloyalty for not being able to visit often.”

She held her hands together and stayed in that position for a while, whispering.

It is very sincere.

That’s why I’m more curious.

Why does someone who is so revered by this great saint try to capture the possessed?

And how do you feel now?

‘The possessed person came right in front of you. Is there anything you want to say?’

As I stared at the statue, half in jest and half with hostility, I discovered an abnormal phenomenon.

Swoosh─

The eyes of the statue that was looking straight ahead moved and made eye contact with mine.

The colorful eyes are impressive.

Beautiful eyes shining in seven colors, reminiscent of a spectrum, are imprinted in my mind.

When I rubbed her eyes and looked at the statue again to see if I had seen something wrong, it had returned to its usual white plaster appearance.

The scene I just saw seemed like a fantasy.

‘Was it a mistake?’

But how likely is it that you will hallucinate when you are not exhausted or normal?

Above all, even though it was only a brief moment, the mysterious magic I felt in those eyes and the divinity that made me feel pious were real.

Maybe the goddess really recognized my identity and appeared briefly.

The pressure that tightened my heart weighed me down.

‘Are you okay. Nothing much happened.’

Even if her encounter with the goddess was real, it appears that she currently has no power to get involved any further.

Otherwise, she would have immediately descended into her saintly body and captured me.

She must have at least attempted to capture me by giving instructions to the believers.

I quickly regained my composition.

‘What on earth is going on?’

Goddess of light, Repentia.

There is something important going on that she cannot involve in her present life.

Maybe this was the cause of my possession.

While I was pondering over and over again, raising and destroying various hypotheses, the saint’s prayer finally came to an end.

“Luan, let’s go to the cathedral now! Other believers will be waiting.”

“… Yes. Of course. But saint. Did something happen?”

“Work? Why? Well, is there anything strange?”

“No. If you don’t have it, that’s okay. Let’s go.”

As I finished speaking, the saint narrowed her eyes as if asking what she was hiding.

Still, she continues to remain silent, so she sighs and takes the lead toward the cathedral.

‘First of all, it seems like the saint doesn’t know anything.’

If there was even the slightest mention, she would never be able to stay this calm.

Because a saint cannot lie.

I felt a little relieved and moved to the cathedral with the saint.

Preparations for prayer were in full swing there.

The saint and I sat in the front row and waited for the prayer to begin.

Right in front, a goddess statue of enormous size, incomparable to the statue I saw earlier, is looking down at me.

‘You won’t bulge out her eyeballs again, will you?’

If such a strange phenomenon occurs in a situation where hundreds of people are paying attention, things become complicated.

Morning prayer began with worry.