A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

Author: Zeminluo

Summary:

Finally, she became a saintess of the Eternal God Cult and was known as the saintess who defended the country.

However, what is unknown to the world is the secret buried more than 500 years ago: the imperial line of the Lorian Empire has only been female, and the male line is a closely guarded secret. This secret comes from an indescribable ritual in the underground sanctuary of the religion.

"She's come back to life! The Holy Maiden of the Defender of the Nation has been resurrected!"

With the explosive news breaking, the Empress of the Empire, who was troubled by the monster tide and the rebellion of the surrounding lords, found a pillar of support.

However, things did not unfold as the Empress had hoped. The Holy Maiden agreed to help her resolve the monster tide and the lord's rebellion, but on the condition that she perform a ritual with her.

……

Something's not right? Something's not right here.

How could the Holy Maiden of Wei be portrayed like this? She shouldn't be lustful; she should be a respectable person!

"Your Majesty, I am very fond of you. From now on, you will be my plaything and contribute to the restoration of the glory of the Divine Cult."

“Not only Your Majesty, but my love for everyone is fair and equal.”

Looking at the women kneeling on the ground, each with their own unique beauty, the saint declared, "You are all my wings."

When the saintess re-emerged from her grave, burdened with hatred, she was already a thoroughly wicked woman who was eager to satisfy her own desires and would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

1. Mysterious Ritual

Empress Brenda Ernest, the current empress of the Lorian Empire, has never experienced such a profound shock to her worldview. She is filled with endless regret, regretting that she came to the Randall Grand Cathedral.

However, it's too late.

……

The capital, Partington, is facing a monster invasion crisis, and several surrounding territories have already fallen. Instead of resisting, the lords are abandoning their besieged territories, fleeing to other countries, or surrendering their lands to the monsters in an attempt to save themselves.

Some powerful lords and nobles also disobeyed the Queen's orders, dividing themselves into factions and fighting each other for their own interests.

Saint Karina Randall, the Holy Maiden of the Kingdom who died five hundred years ago and was also the last Holy Maiden of the country, came back to life a few days ago. She crawled out of her grave and swaggered to the palace gates, saying she wanted to see the current Queen.

Brenda was shocked, thinking that this woman might be able to save the empire from its decline. After all, five hundred years ago, she had also saved the royal family from a crisis, repeatedly repelling invading enemy forces and monsters, and turning the tide of the war.

However, from the day of her resurrection, the saintess wandered around aimlessly, completely ignoring the war as if nothing had happened, which infuriated Brenda.

This person, who is the only one capable of protecting this country, has suddenly come to visit late at night.

Brenda stood up from a mountain of paperwork, rubbed her throbbing temples and sore eyes, and forced herself to receive the saint.

Saint Karina waited in the hall, enjoying the black tea that her maid had prepared for her.

No one dared to slight the Holy Maiden. In the eyes of many, even though she lived five hundred years ago, she was a legendary figure in the Lorian Empire and deserved the highest respect from everyone.

The young queen, however, thought differently. What could an ancient relic that had been dead for five hundred years possibly accomplish? She had lost her sacred artifact, her staff had been stolen by tomb raiders and was now lost in some unknown country, and her own magic had long since dissipated...

The current Holy Maiden is merely an ordinary person with the title of Holy Maiden.

“Your Holiness, I am very busy and tired. I don’t have time to chat with you about trivial matters in the middle of the night and listen to your complaints about the years you spent lying in the tomb without seeing the light of day. If you are not willing to help me, then please leave. My time is precious and I do not want to waste it on pointless things.”

Her manners and upbringing restrained her from speaking disrespectfully to this elder, so she tried to control her tone and attitude to prevent them from becoming too offensive.

Nevertheless, in Saint Karina's eyes, things had already reached a very bad point.

The descendants of the Ernest royal family are simply getting worse with each generation. They have lofty ambitions but lack the ability, which is why they end up facing enemies on all sides, beset by internal and external troubles.

"Your Majesty, if I told you there was a way for me to regain my former power and then lead a mage squad to repel the monster tide, would you be willing to try it?"

Saint Karina smiled and stared into Brenda's eyes with an intensely honest gaze.

Her azure eyes were so clear, yet they possessed an undeniable awe and majesty. That was precisely what Brenda lacked; she was now merely a queen in name only, with few people she could command, and her ministers had each chosen sides, siding with the nobles who could offer them more benefits.

If the once mighty Ernest dynasty were to fall into ruin under his own rule, he would be branded as a king who lost his country even after his death.

Such a heavy burden is indeed too much for a young girl who is still immature.

Saint Karina witnessed Brenda's struggles and pain, and only she could solve these problems for her. Coincidentally, she also had some things she longed to do that required the Queen's power to accomplish.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of light flashed in Brenda's tired, pale purple eyes. She was very interested in the saint's suggestion. Or rather, she had been waiting for the saint to take action.

"It's only now that you're willing to offer me advice, which really makes one question your loyalty to this country. You still have a chance to work for Lorian's future, so I hope you won't let me down."

The Queen couldn't contain her arrogant attitude and just wanted to resolve the issue as soon as possible, making her appear extremely impatient.

This was exactly what Saint Karina wanted. The more anxious she was, the easier it would be to achieve her goal.

"Of course not. Now, Your Majesty, please follow me. We need to go somewhere. Only that place can restore my power, and opening that door requires the assistance of the royal family. Your Majesty has no other choice. Unless, you wish to watch the country fall."

Her words completely blocked any way out, and Brenda knew she couldn't refute them.

In terms of experience in conquest and governance, the saintess was far superior to her. When the saintess assisted her ancestor Ernest VII in pacifying the four directions and solving various problems, she herself was not even born yet.

Every emperor hopes to achieve something significant in his lifetime, and Brenda was no exception. Therefore, she had no reason to refuse.

After making some simple preparations before leaving, Brenda followed Saint Karina and left the palace under the cover of night.

The destination of this trip was a cathedral in the west of the capital city. Named after St. Karina's surname, Randall, it was called the Randall Cathedral, but it is now long abandoned.

The western part of the city was originally the city center five hundred years ago. However, with the passage of time, the former center has become a peripheral area, and the sanctuary has become a desolate wasteland that no one visits.

It used to be where Santa Karina lived and worked, but now it's only frequented by rats, reptiles, and a few homeless people.

But the purpose of tonight was not to visit this 500-year-old building. St. Karina walked through the many corridors and came to the statue.

The statue depicts her and Ernest VII riding dragons across the ocean. But that's all in the past, long since lost in the torrent of history.

Saint Karina placed one hand on the stone tablet in front of the statue, then looked at the absent-minded queen beside her.

"Your Majesty, please place your hand here as well."

"..."

Brenda had no idea what she was up to, but she did as she was told.

When the two people placed their hands on the badly worn stone tablet at the same time, a muffled rumble was heard, and an entrance leading to the underground appeared in front of the statue.

What lies hidden at the end of the deep, dark passage remains unknown.

For so many years, no one had ever discovered that such a place was hidden beneath the church, not even the queens of all time.

For Saint Karina, this was just a routine matter; she often opened passages to the underground to perform special rituals.

As they entered the passage, Saint Karina used magic to ignite the wall lamps on both sides.

The murals on the walls were incredibly lifelike, depicting legendary battles and secrets from that era. Brenda even saw religious paintings from the Church of the Eternal God. Since the great upheaval three hundred years ago, this country had expelled the Church of the Eternal God and replaced it with the Church of Order, founded by the God of Order. These religious paintings had become taboo.

She frowned and followed closely behind.

After descending about two hundred steps, there is a gentle passage fifty meters long and two meters wide. At the end of the passage are two heavy stone doors, and the patterns carved on the doors are also the symbols of the Eternal God Church—a huge, tilted hourglass, with the sun and the moon at each end.

Saint Karina pressed a movable brick on the door, which emitted a faint blue light. Then, the two stone doors slowly opened. What came into view was a huge space with an ancient design style, dating back hundreds of years. It was conservative and ornate, resembling... an extremely luxurious underground sanctuary.

At the very center of the altar was a circular altar, carved with countless runes and intricate patterns, the contents of which Brenda could not understand at all, but guessed they were from the scriptures of the Eternal God.

At the very center of the altar is a sculpture. Two naked women lie intertwined, their expressions dazed, their eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly in a state of blissful emptiness.

As for which parts are overlapping and fitting together, it goes without saying.

In another sculpture, the same two women are depicted, their bellies swollen, suggesting they are pregnant. In the next sculpture, the two women give birth to two baby girls.

The two baby girls grew up and then repeated the steps taken by their mothers, creating a cycle. In this cycle, only women participated, just like the followers of the Eternal God Cult.

Saint Karina broke the silence after Brenda had finished looking at the sculptures.

"Your Majesty, are you shocked? The Ernest royal bloodline has been continued to this day in such a way. Now, apart from you and me, probably no one in the world knows this. In fact, this ritual can not only continue the bloodline, but also replenish lost magic power."

Saint Karina walked to the center of the altar, stepped on the carvings, and then loosened her belt.

Her simple white robe slipped to the ground with her movement, revealing her body beneath without reservation to Brenda. The naked saint was breathtakingly beautiful; her perfect body was like flawless jade, crystal clear, radiating a fatal attraction in the dim firelight.

Brenda was almost stunned.

Upon first meeting the saintess, she found the woman exceptionally beautiful, so much so that she could not ignore her. No amount of ancient murals, scrolls, or sculptures could capture her true appearance. Even the empress, who had seen countless beauties, couldn't help but marvel at the existence of such a stunning woman in the world.

However, she did not understand why the saint suddenly took off her clothes in front of her.

"What...what are you going to do?"

The young empress instinctively took a step back.

"Your Majesty, of course I want to perform the ceremony depicted in the sculpture with you. Don't you understand?"

Saint Karina squinted and stepped forward, looking like a cunning black cat. Brenda suddenly realized she had fallen into a trap.

2. Collapsed Beliefs

"Don't even think about it!"

Realizing she was in danger, Brenda drew the sword from her waist. This sword was a sacred relic passed down through generations of the Ernest family, blessed by gods and elves, and said to be able to cut through the flesh of demons.

The great Queen Ernest VII once used it to behead a demon general, bringing peace to the people on the border.

Similarly, it also pierced the chest of the wicked.

Anyone who dares to covet the Empress should be considered a treacherous villain. Without a second thought, Brenda brandished the holy sword at the legendary figure of the former empire.

The pure gold hilt, inlaid with a blood-red gem, was a gift from the goddess who controls flames. It greatly increases the sword's power, allowing the user to easily cut through anything that obstructs their path.

Brenda was confident in her swordsmanship, knowing the saintess was skilled in magic and unlikely to be adept at close combat. If she could take advantage of her weakened state and completely overwhelm her in melee, this tedious farce would finally end.

The sword wasn't aimed at Saint Karina's vitals, but merely at her shoulder. Brenda didn't want to kill the saint; she simply wanted to assert her dominance, to let her know that she was, after all, the empress, and would not tolerate any overstepping of her authority.

However, she was being too naive.

Saint Karina appeared to be unarmed, but she was able to materialize weapons with magic, instantly conjuring a standard sword of the Lorian Empire knights, which easily blocked her full-force attack.

"Dang Cang——"

Two heavy metal longswords clashed in mid-air, sparks flying. Brenda used both hands, while Saint Karina wielded her sword with only her right hand, easily deflecting what her opponent thought was a powerful attack.

Brenda was somewhat unwilling to give up, so she readjusted her strategy and launched a series of attacks, trying to break through from multiple angles. No matter how hard she tried, Saint Karina was able to block her sword and easily counterattack.

When her strength was completely exhausted, Saint Karina's sword swung upwards from directly below. Brenda felt her hand lighten as the holy sword traced a beautiful silver arc, detached from her, and flew away, falling to the ground some distance away.

Now she is unarmed, and although she has mastered certain martial arts, she is helpless.

"Your Majesty, you are too weak. With your feeble swordsmanship, you can't even defeat a powerless cripple like me. How can you possibly repel thousands upon thousands of demons?"

A naked girl, sword in hand, slowly approached. She raised her sword to the young empress and swung it down with exquisite grace.

Brenda instinctively closed her eyes.

The sword caused no bloodshed, no death, only the sound of tearing fabric, a sound that Saint Karina found exceptionally pleasing. The blade ripped through Brenda's dress, the fabric at her chest tearing to reveal her full breasts.

Two perfectly round spheres seem ready to burst forth, brimming with elasticity.

"Ah...how dare you..."

Exposing himself in front of the enemy infuriated Brenda. For the king to be so humiliated was a disgrace to the name Ernest.

"Your Majesty, no one in this country has taught you the rules of survival in this world. You live in the gilded cage of the palace all day long, clinging to those naive and foolish ideas, and are always frowning. Since that's the case, let me tell you what true happiness is."

The saintess revealed a flirtatious smile, raised her sword a second time, and demonstrated a series of continuous sword techniques. The silver blade flew through the air, dazzling the eye.

Brenda's eyes couldn't keep up with the sword's movement because it was too fast.

As the sword fell, the empress's dress turned into countless tattered pieces, falling like a magnificent, pale golden rain.

Their bodies were laid bare before each other, a sight that was enough to make Saint Karina's blood boil. Even if the Empress didn't want to take off the dress herself, she would personally make her remove it.

At this moment, she looked down at Brenda, who was kneeling on the ground, her face flushed, like a victor. Brenda tried to cover her private parts, but she couldn't block the blatant gazes.

This humiliation was even more cruel than torture and abuse; for the first time, she felt her sword was so powerless.

The very culprit who caused all this knelt down before her and gently stroked her cheek. This gesture only sent a chill down Brenda's spine and made her feel uneasy.

“Your Majesty, give up. Only by accepting the rituals of the Eternal God Cult can your problem be solved. Your ancestors also accepted the benefits that the rituals brought them. In addition, I can provide you with convincing evidence.”

Brenda walked to the center, stood atop the carving, and chanted a string of incomprehensible incantations. The runes on the altar on the ground began to glow, and vibrant words and images leaped into her mind.

Five hundred years ago, Queen Ernest VII and Saint Karina came to this huge underground sanctuary. At that time, the sanctuary was not as desolate as it is now, and its magnificent decorations were not yet covered in dust.

The two stood in the center of the altar, stripped off all their clothes, and performed the "ritual" according to the steps depicted in the carvings. Their bodies repeatedly intertwined, drenched in sweat, emitting indescribable moans; the scene was enough to make one blush and their heart race.