A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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"Your Holiness, please."

Although the clergy used a gesture of invitation, Saint Karina trusted her intuition; she knew that if she didn't go in, they would force her in.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a misty fog rushed in, almost blinding Saint Karina.

The space was ridiculously large, and everything from the ceiling to the walls and floor was a pure, seamless white.

When it comes to bathhouses, Santa Karina's mind is filled with all sorts of indescribable thoughts. Many emotions that are difficult to talk about with others and require a lot of water to release often occur in bathhouses or after cleaning the body.

For Saint Karina, being forced to drink water from women in various senses, or being forced to drink water from herself in various senses, was already second nature.

"Clang."

After St. Karina had both feet inside the bath, the clergy did not follow her in; instead, they quickly closed the door completely.

Hearing the sound of the lock clicking shut made Santa Karina frown; she really wanted to just turn around and leave.

She has a bit of PTSD from the sound, but she can't break the lock for the time being unless she uses violence.

Looking around the bathhouse, she saw that no one was in any of the white marble slabs, and the bath itself was also empty, giving her the illusion that she might have been tricked.

She wasn't seen soaking in the bath beforehand; she might only be wearing a white towel or nothing at all. All that's needed is for the steam generated by the water vapor to be used as a special effect for the scene's holy light.

The image of the Pope with his beautiful long golden hair, who had matured with age and possessed an extraordinary charm, no longer exists.

"No way, does the Pope have some kind of trick up his sleeve?"

Saint Karina recalled the Mary Sue novels she read in her teenage years, those games of chasing, escaping, and playing hard to get, and suddenly felt annoyed that she might be the one being played.

If there's nothing in particular and he just wants to give himself a hard time, why trick himself into going to the bathhouse in the side hall? Wouldn't that just create strange rumors for both of them?

If Saint Karina wanted to frame her opponent, she could simply set up a trap, then find some excuse to lock them up in solitary confinement or a prison cell.

"Gudu."

Just as Santa Karina was standing there somewhat bored, she suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the water in the bathhouse.

The bubble was very small and not very visible from a distance, so she decided to go closer to the water's edge to get a better look.

However, when she reached the water's edge, the surface was calm, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

Just as she was considering whether to find a place to sit down and kill time, because Santa Karina felt that she shouldn't be left standing there, a hand reached out from under the water and wrapped around her waist.

A pleasant, subtle fragrance filled my nostrils, and my body was enveloped by something soft, warm, and moist, making it almost impossible to move.

"As expected of Sister Saint Karina... Her scent is as pleasant as ever. And her body is... alluring, hmm."

Behind her was a strange yet alluring voice, whose owner pressed down on Saint Karina without any restraint or embarrassment.

"Your Holiness, please have some self-respect."

Saint Karina knew who the other party was. If the incident at the bathhouse wasn't a hoax, then the person in question could only be one person.

"Self-respect? Given our relationship, do you think I'm taking advantage of you?"

"Our relationship..."

Saint Karina's eyes were blindfolded, and a pair of wet hands groped upwards from her waist, finally covering her eyes.

The fingers were slender and long, with distinct knuckles. The hands had a fragrant scent, but they felt unfamiliar.

Saint Karina has used many hands, but she has absolutely no recollection of using these hands.

"Your Holiness the Pope... if I remember correctly, this should be our first meeting?"

Saint Karina answered carefully, trying her best not to offend the other party.

She really wanted this woman to keep her distance, but she didn't dare... What if the woman was just making up an excuse, her real intention was to covet her beauty?

It seems that ever since she came back from the dead and crawled out of the coffin, her body has developed some kind of problem, which seems to be able to confuse even female dogs passing by on the street.

“Sister Saint Karina… I will remind you of me.”

Whispering words rang out, her voice as sweet as orchids as it breathed into Saint Karina's ear.

The feeling sent shivers down her spine, like being stared at by something, or like an electric current coursing through her body.

"This is my territory, so I have plenty of time~"

The intimate yet dangerous words rang out, and Saint Karina couldn't help but shudder, but she still managed to hold back.

This is the oppression of the strong. If you don't want to be bullied, you can only become strong yourself.

The woman behind him—the Pope—became increasingly brazen. Just as she had said, everyone here was her person. Even if some clergy had a change of heart and wanted to save Saint Karina, this lost sheep, their positions and abilities were far below the Pope's, and they would never dare to oppose her.

In this era where divine authority supersedes imperial authority, in some countries the pope's status is even higher than the emperor's. Rebellion is impossible; the only option is to lie low and wait, like a plant being cultivated.

The saintess is not actually the successor to the pope; she is more of a symbol, a mascot of the church. She possesses certain strength and a noble status, but her power is even less than that of some bishops, since the pope is not chosen from among the saintess, but from among the archbishops, who are above the bishops.

“You know what? Sister Saint Karina, I’ve wanted to do this to you for over five hundred years. That woman, Ernest VII, deserved to die.”

The first time, someone uttered the name of Ernest VII, and cursed the king, wishing him dead.

“I truly wished the country of Lorian would be destroyed. It wasn’t until… I heard the news of your resurrection that I gradually changed my mind.”

One bombshell after another came out of the Pope's mouth, filled with anger and hatred.

Every word contained a terrifying, dark undercurrent; the emotion was absolutely genuine.

This pope of the Church of Order, theoretically the pinnacle of power and strength of the entire church besides the God of Order, actually hates a country so much that he wishes it could be destroyed. Saint Karina seems to have learned some incredible news.

She was now a little afraid that she might be silenced by Jiang Jiang Niang Nian. After all, she was the Holy Maiden of the Kingdom in the past, and now that she had been resurrected and was protecting the Lorian Empire again, she should be an eyesore on the road to the Pope.

“Sister Saint Karina… I believe in one principle: what you cannot have, you must destroy.”

So, is this woman going to attack me?

Saint Karina guessed what the other person was thinking, but she didn't expect them to lose patience so quickly. She tried to use the power of the unsealing stone, but found that the stone was unusable, bound by some kind of force.

Then, her clothes were pulled by a force, and she fell backward into the pool.

"thump--"

The waves splashed high because the person fell almost face up, resulting in a large contact area between the water and their body, and the splashes were ridiculously large.

Not only did the water splash up half a meter high, but it also completely soaked the white jade slabs on the shore.

The white robe, which was originally light enough for summer wear, quickly absorbed water and became extremely heavy. The feeling was probably like having a thick rope tied to the soles of your feet, with a huge rock attached to the other end of the rope, pulling your body and causing you to plummet rapidly to the bottom of the water.

Fortunately, the bottom of the pool is not actually deep. After struggling for a while and regaining balance, you can put your feet back on the bottom of the pool.

In reality, the water at the bottom of the pool is only up to the waist when you stand up, and just enough to submerge your cleavage when you sit down. Or, due to the buoyancy of the water, a spherical object might be above the water surface in the Northern Hemisphere, forming a groove, while in the Southern Hemisphere it would be below the water surface and submerged by the hot water.

Caught off guard by falling into the water, Santa Karina still swallowed several mouthfuls.

Her face turned bright red, not only because the water had soaked the Pope's body—she had essentially drunk the woman's bathwater—but also because a lot of water had gotten into Santa Karina's trachea due to the suddenness of the incident.

"Cough cough cough."

Santa Karina surfaced, nearly coughing up her lungs.

Just as she was about to cough again, two snow-white hands reached out, small in size, yet perfectly covering Saint Karina's cherry lips.

She almost choked; unable to spit out the saliva, she could only swallow it. The saliva had a faint fragrance, smelled delicious, but tasted strange when she drank it.

"Yes, that's good. Sister Saint Karina, please drink all of my body parts."

The dangerous words continued to bombard her, making Saint Karina's scalp tingle.

What happened? Her life-threatening situation seems to have been resolved, but is it now more serious?

"Ah... part of me is merging into Sister Saint Karina's body. It's absolutely wonderful..."

Even without turning around, Saint Karina could imagine that the other person's cheeks must be flushed and sickly.

76. How to subdue the yandere pope

"Gudu."

Only after swallowing the last bit of saliva was Santa Karina able to speak.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

"What if I say no..."

The finger was shoved directly into Saint Karina's mouth, making her look even more disheveled.

After she had had her fill of fun and let loose, Saint Karina's soaked robe was no longer able to cover her body at all. The wet clothes clung tightly to her body, revealing her beautiful cleavage.

The water was crystal clear, like a mirror. Saint Karina looked at her reflection in the water; the woman in the reflection had wet, snow-white hair, flushed cheeks, and silver threads of hair that had been drawn out by her fingers around the edges of her cherry-colored lips.

She was like a delicate flower waiting to be picked, her sea-blue eyes filled with both shyness and anger.

She finally saw what the person who had tormented her looked like. Water droplets slid down her long golden hair to her cleavage below her collarbone. Her skin was so tender it seemed like it could drip water, her complexion was very fair, and her features were delicate and three-dimensional.

What struck Saint Karina most was those heterochromatic eyes, the left one crimson and the right one gold, as if some deep-seated shackles in her memory had been touched.

Esther Trollope.

Although that memory is from a long time ago, Saint Karina vaguely remembers the little one who used to love following her around.

However, she only treated the other person as a younger sister, and there was no inappropriate behavior between them beyond good morning kisses and good night kisses.

If it weren't for her rare heterochromatic eyes and her features, which had matured and become more refined since childhood, Saint Karina would certainly not have dared to recognize her now that she had fully grown up.

From the church she left before leaving, from the orphanage she frequented sponsored by the Church of Eternity, and from Ernest VII onwards, the role of this younger sister gradually faded from her life.

Although she went back later, the other person was declared missing and could not be found despite trying many methods.

In her memory, she was only a little over her waist, and when she went missing, she was still shorter than her chest. But now, standing in the bathtub, she was only half a head shorter than St. Karina.

"Sister Saint Karina..."

Seemingly recognized, her joy made her gaze at Saint Karina even more fervent.

A bright red "danger" sign, concerning chastity, is highlighted again. Clearly, Saint Karina treats her like a younger sister, but she harbors inappropriate thoughts about her older sister.

Where did you go after that?

"Sister Saint Karina, it's been a long time since we last met, so let's not talk about such unpleasant topics."

Pope Esther interrupted Saint Karina's question.

"And back then, didn't you, sister, not look for me or find me? Instead, you went with that woman, didn't you?"

A dangerous, viscous black substance began to emanate from Esther's body once again. She was no longer the lovely little flower she once was, but a dangerous beauty that had absorbed the nourishment of many dead and grown through power struggles and more than five hundred years.

Saint Karina was truly panicked at that moment, because the Pope had somehow produced a scalpel and was holding it to Saint Karina's neck.

"Sister...you've walked right into my trap. What am I supposed to do with you? Why don't we just cut off your head and be together forever? Or we can cut off your limbs, and all you have to do is keep your eyes on me. I will provide you with everything you need."

With one hand she brushed aside the hair that was obstructing her vision, and with the other hand she placed the dangerous scalpel on Santa Karina's fair and slender neck, and began to apply slight pressure.

Red beads of blood flowed down the blade. The scalpel, warmed by Esther's body temperature, offered Saint Karina no sense of being loved, only endless fear.

"Sometimes, making choices is really difficult."

Listening to Esther's mutterings and watching the thick black substance churning in her eyes, Saint Karina, though long accustomed to pain, didn't want to be back in her coffin so soon.

Right now, she urgently needs a way to break the deadlock.

Esther... I like you.

The bad woman started using her manipulative, scheming lines. She gave a knowing, affectionate look, a slight smile playing on her lips, and expertly touched Esther's cheek.

Saint Karina was completely oblivious to the knife at her neck. To be honest, although the Pope had lived for over five hundred years, the feel of his skin was better than that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

Perhaps this is one of the benefits of becoming a demigod. However, she is still in a crisis, and Saint Karina has no time to admire this man's good skin. She needs to quickly use all her tricks as a wicked woman to defeat her enemy.

"Estelle, actually, leaving Ernest VII was not my own choice. It was the bishop at the time who forced me to agree. And it wasn't just the bishop; the upper echelons of the Eternal Church also put pressure on me."

"You know, I was just an ordinary little priest back then. My only skills were that I was a bit better at cooking and that I had a slightly better talent for learning magic and divine arts than my peers. Queen Ernest VII was the princess at the time, and she hired me as her private tutor. I couldn't refuse."

Saint Karina wore a pained and sorrowful expression, her expression shifting smoothly from affection to bitterness, without any hint of stiffness or unnaturalness.

“I was just flustered and questioned you. I was just very worried about you. After I became the Holy Maiden of the Eternal God Cult, my first thought was to go back and see you and the children. But everyone said you were missing. I spent a lot of time searching for clues, but it was as if an invisible hand was blocking my way, or an invisible eraser was wiping away my traces. In the end, I found nothing.”

"Later, as you know, I am now just someone who has died twice. But Esther, you are different. You have become more and more beautiful. You are so pretty now that even I, as a woman, can't help but have wild thoughts and feel my heart flutter."

Saint Karina's praise was like a sugar-coated bullet, gently conquering the enemy's heart.

“Sister Saint Karina, perhaps you don’t know, but I am now praised by countless people. Back then, only you said these shoes were beautiful, that they were not a symbol of freaks, but a unique gift from God. Now they are being lauded to the skies.”

Ais pointed to her heterochromatic eyes. The golden eye there, when circulating magic, actually took on the shape of a clock, with hour, minute, and second hands.

That eye was exceptionally beautiful; Saint Karina knew that, besides its magic, it also contained a trace of divine power.