Saintess - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Translator: Yonnee

The papal crown, which was shining brilliantly atop his head, seemed to show off that the pope was Gods true envoy.

I will give you one last chance. Confess that you are the saintess.

His Almighty God is merciful towards those who have sinned.

I am not a saintess! Im telling you the truth, please believe me!

Foolish human. You are abandoning even the last act of mercy that God is giving you.

The kind pope also clicked his tongue as if he was disgusted by her.

The onlookers were swept with even more rage, but some of them admired the pope for granting mercy to the last person who deserved it.

Saintess Veronica!

At the popes call, the grand cathedrals doors burst open, and Veronica slowly walked in while carrying a silver bowl.

Soon after reaching Pope Andreas, she knelt down and lifted the silver plate over her head.

Once again, the pope recited his prayers, and his voice reverberated throughout the entire hall. At the same time, he poured holy water into the silver bowl with such elegance.

The series of acts that unfolded hitherto were something like a work of art, and everyone watched with bated breath.

Finally, as the silver bowl was filled to the brim with holy water, the pope smiled at Agnes.

If you want to be believed, then prove it.

The two paladins who were holding Agnes led her to the silver bowl.

Then, one of them clutched her left wrist cruelly and took out a well-sharpened dagger to make a cut on her ring finger.

Drip, trickle. Red blood dropped into the silver bowl.

Agnes screamed in pain, but it was quickly buried due to the exclamationsthe howls and outcriesof the crowd.

Ah

Agnes herself thus witnessed the scene before her, and she could do nothing but gasp.

What appeared in front of her, blooming from the mixture of holy water and her blood, was a cloud of white smoke.

As though she had already expected it, Veronica closed her eyes.

White smoke! White smoke is rising! Shes certainly the obscene saintess!

How dare you tell a lie in front of His Holiness the Pope! That is blasphemy!

The problematic saintess who made our benevolent God so angry has finally appeared. And this is because everyones wishes and prayers have reached Gods ears.

Finally, the pope announced that the obscene saintess had been found.

The peoples rage took the form of outcries echoing throughout the hall, like the howls of wild animals. Their hatred towards the saintess grew out of control.

Agnes, on the other hand, looked down on the ground, crying endlessly.

To the very end, she denied it. She was not the saintess. She was not. Even in the face of such decisive evidence.

As Raon watched the scene that led to everyones rage, Raons fine forehead wrinkled ever so slightly.

This made it clear that he must come forward and do his role.

Agnes Larche. Pay the price.

As soon as the pope uttered these words, several devotees rushed forward and began to throw holy water all over her body.

Holy water was usually used to edify those who had committed sins.

This water was precious, but they held nothing back as they wetted the body of the saintess.

Besides that, it was the first time that such a large amount of holy water was being used at once.

Huuk, hgh. S-Stop!

Agnes screamed. To them, it sounded as if the evils within her were being washed away.

She cried and cried bitterly until her eyes ached, but they did not stop throwing holy water at her.

Before she knew it, her silver hair, her pale face, as well as her clean sacred robes were completely soaked.

The outline of her breasts were revealed, and her pert nipples became clear to all as they protruded from the sacred robes she was wearing, which had become translucent and wet.

The sight of her like this made her truly look like an obscene saintess.

One glance at Agnes made the crowd look away immediately. She was practically naked.

But this time, there was only one person who continued looking at the disastrous sight of Agnes.

Only Count Raon Toulouse.

Soon, Agnes and Raons eyes met again.

She anxiously sought out Raon from the crowd as if he were her only savior.

It was natural for Raon to pity her.

He regarded all human beings to be of equal standing in the face of God, and so he sincerely sympathized with every single person who was pitiable, be it street prostitutes or bar women.

Agnes was no different in his eyes.

I am not a saintess.

It was last night when Agnes insisted on her innocence with such unwavering eyes. The image of her like this clearly flashed before Raons eyes.

But you truly are

the obscene saintess?

He murmured to himself with a low voice.

* * *

At the end of the ceremony, Agnes fainted.

The next thing she saw when she opened her eyes again was not the dark underground dungeon.

She woke up to a high ceiling with a large chandelier in the middle. To the side, the sunlight was streaming in through gaps in the windows curtainsthrough which she heard a lilting song of a bird.

Everything was peaceful. Serene.

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