Chapter 198 – Wolf, Alexander, and Morbius (4)

Petunia Titi was able to reach the entrance of the banquet hall through a perfect stratagem. She sighed as she heard obscene music coming from beyond the banquet hall and the rattling of dishes. Alexander, a warrior and a saint, seemed to be out of this world.

When Petunia Titti opened the door to the banquet hall, she could see that the ceiling on the third floor was very high, and the beams connecting the roof were exposed without any walls forming the ceiling. The 4th and 3rd floors were a duplex structure, so the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of the banquet hall were in a row above the 4th floor.

Petunia Titty gave up her thoughts of opening the door and she jumped as hard as she could towards the ceiling. Her laughter rang out loud in her banquet hall as she crept in front of her, clinging like a spider to her ceiling beams.

Alexander was seated at the head of a huge table. He was much bigger than he was with Hero and his face glistened with greed. Even at her funeral, Petunia Titi barely recognized Alexander.

His face had become thicker and greasy, but that lewd face and his voracious eating habits could not be attributed to anyone other than Alexander. Alexander shouted as he chewed on a handful of meat.

“By the way, it’s really disappointing that none of the newly appointed high priests came this time. What is this? Of course, you should come to the banquet, get to know each other a bit, and enjoy the things you enjoy while being friendly.”

A man who appeared to be a high-ranking priest nodded his head. He had a very thin face, but his body was as fat as Alexander’s. It was as if he had been put in a sack and only his head was left out, which made Petunia Titi feel uncomfortable.

“You’re right. No matter how bad the atmosphere is, isn’t the saint now Alexander? Of course, we have to unite under the name of the Holy Son and overcome this difficult situation. They are very naughty.”

The priests nodded. Alexander chuckled and swept the food into his mouth once more. Like a broom that puts garbage into a dustpan, he drags his bowl all at once and puts it into his mouth. I flipped his eyes open and shook my body violently, gasping for his breath with seasoning in my mouth, then belched aside a bowl as bundled as my face.

Then, like a pig impersonating Saint Alexander, he rubbed his face with a towel.

“Saint. Did you say Ernrich Rumia, who was promoted from the Ithaca side this time? I really liked that priest.”

The priest who was sipping wine said. He was pretending to be noble and dignified, but with one hand he was massaging the buttocks of the waitress.

When he brought up the name Ernrich Rumia, another priest sitting there shook his head and said,

“Ah, it is difficult to touch that priest. Isn’t she a woman who was demoted because she was so strict and inflexible? She exorcised demons in that rural village, and she managed to catch a big demon and climb up. If you touch it, it will burn. You just have to remove it. If a woman like that is in a position similar to ours, she will definitely get in the way of everything.”

Petunia Titty was dumbfounded. They were conspiring to catch the demon and eliminate the priest with an upright personality. Other priests also agreed with him.

“You’re right. That woman is now serving as the focal point for the other priests, right? If this continues, it may be difficult for us to gather like this.”

Corruption was spoken as if it were natural. Alexander only nodded his head.

“It is said that they are still gathering strength, but later they will openly attack it. Something has to be blamed and pushed away.”

One of the priests laughed and said. They took it for granted to blame innocent people.

“It would be nice if a strong demon appeared. Wouldn’t it be possible to shove Lumia’s priest and kill her? Anyway, the devil is one shot if our saint Alexander steps forward.”

Petunia Titi looked at Alexander. Although Alexander and her did not see eye to eye, she trusted Alexander that her warrior’s responsibilities or duties remained. Because that priest’s remarks now crossed the line.

No matter what they fought for, in the end, wasn’t the salvation of mankind raised as a signboard? Isn’t that the reason why Alexander and themselves gnashed their teeth to kill the demon king?

Alexander.

Alexander.

Petunia called his name silently. She was praying to God with the saint in front of her. Alexander stared at the priest and twitched his lips.

Haha!”

And Alexander nodded his head with a big laugh, and drank the wine from the gourd. Since he was young, a wine glass was a luxury for him, who was more into women and cinnamon rather than culture.

Alexander laughed and exclaimed.

“Ah, yes! I can kill them all! Haha!”

Haha!”

Haha!”

Laughter echoed from all directions. Petunia Titti had to hold on to her spirit. It was because she felt that if she unraveled her mind just a little bit, she would get dizzy and fall to her floor. She held onto her pole and bit her lip, holding back her tears.

“Now, what are you guys doing! Bring the girls!”

As the priest shouted, the doors on the left and right opened. There, naked women were approaching the priests, showing off their bewitching dance moves. There were women who actively clung to the priests, and there were women who hesitated and backed away.

The priest twitched his nose and was massaging the woman’s breasts.

“Ah, priest-! So, when will you give me the house you promised to give me? Just touch my body like this every day.”

The woman flirted and whispered a sweet whisper to her priest, who nodded her head with a wide smile.

“Oh no, yes. Because there is a house that was passed over to the heresy trial this time. I’ll beat him guilty and give you the house.”

“And! Priestess is the best!”

The woman put on a happy expression and took off the lower part of her priestess. The priest’s expression was colored with ecstatic pleasure, and he closed her eyes.

“Oh oh clothes! Ooh ooh! That, yes! Ohhhhh!”

He wasn’t the only one screaming. In the corner, an orgy party was taking place with priestly clothes off on the floor, and some enjoyed themselves smearing honey on women or spilling drinks.

Alexander stepped back and gestured to the woman covering his body.

“Come here.”

“…Yes.”

The woman hesitantly approached Alexander. Alexander’s huge body looked like it could swallow a woman. He stroked her hair and whispered.

“I need to move more sensually and actively. Uh? It is up to me whether your father will be acquitted or guilty. Okay?”

“Ah…”

Alexander said in a stern tone. Priests thought his voice was just like when he was reciting prayers.

“Come on, dance. Gather your chest Shake your ass more vulgarly!”

“Ahhh… !”

The woman was clumsily recreating her gestures, which she was ashamed of, which she had never done before. Beside her, a courtesan who had already become accustomed to this was swaying her body proudly and swaying in the eyes of the priests.

“How is it. Priest? Like this? Like this again?”

“Ugh… !”

The woman wept pitifully, and her face was red. In a more splendid space than anyone else, this woman was dancing with a more miserable look than anyone else. Alexander, who was watching the clumsy and stiff dance moves, held out his hand like a saint.

Fear crept across her woman’s face as she looked at her palm as long as her pot lid was on. She kicked her back, her legs shaking, and she said with tears in her face.

“Sah, save me… Now, I was wrong…”

Alexander snorted and asked.

“Did I even hit you? Uh? If you ‘volunteered’ and came here to volunteer, you don’t have to do better. Do you really need to darken the atmosphere?”

“That, that… ! Therefore… !”

Crying voice. Alexander’s face softened.

Obscene priests screaming in their own ecstasy.

Petunia Titti did not want to see this sight any more. She jumped as hard as she could towards her table.

Thud!

With a heavy roar, the table was broken into two pieces, food bounced everywhere, the women screamed and the priests screamed while hiding their wretched bodies.

Alexander slowly turned his head, and a look of amazement lingered on his face.

It was because a person who couldn’t be here flew in like a butterfly.

“Pe, Petunia… !”

Said Petunia Titi, shaking her head.

“Let’s talk.”