"Sir, you must be possessed by the devil."
"No, Holy Lady, I am still the Sword of God. Brawl wants Holy Lady's baby."
"Sir! Mine is Brawl's! There is nothing that does not belong to God's will, not only my purity, but even a single breath! How dare I conceive a baby? Sir! Wake up. You are possessed by the devil!"
Holy Knight showed his forehead as Holy Lady screamed.
"Look, believe me. Holy Lady, how dare I tease Holy Lady with dirty words? I don't know the deep meaning of Brawl. But I am the Sword of God. Don't cover your eyes, Holy Lady."
Holy Lady scoured Holy Knight's forehead with her finger. The place where the finger passed turned into a sign of God with a holy light. If he were possessed by the devil, her divine power would not have worked. The Holy Knight was not possessed by the devil. His eyes were clear.
"Do you really mean this is Brawl's will?"
"Yes, Holy Lady."
Holy Lady bit her lip. She couldn't deny it anymore. If God wanted to use her, she would gladly throw herself at God's feet.
"My name is Holy Lady. Try to follow Brawl's will."
Kneeling at Holy Lady's feet, Holy Knight joined hands. He opened his mouth and prayed reverently. Holy Lady chewed her lips as she heard a prayer to impregnate Holy Lady by oath.
***
Holy Lady, Roaste was from a humble background. She had been saved by the temple when she was on the verge of being sold for pennies in the slave market. Roaste listened to Holy Knight, Vrahtin very much. She firmly believed he had saved her. If Vrahtin hadn't noticed her voice, she would have been a dead body without a couple of limbs, not Holy Lady by now.
Vrahtin had been a rookie knight who had just turned 20, but in the eyes of young Roaste, he had seemed like a great person. She had regarded Vrahtin as a father or an older brother with good manners. Vrahtin had also cared about her, so on the day Roaste had become Holy Lady, his eyes were swollen with tears and he couldn't see.
Holy Lady was valued. The lady also wore a lot of perfume on her body, which was too precious to use, and her feet were wrapped in soft silk. There were no ornaments on her neck or any cloth on her wrist.
Just as no one could speak in a loud voice in the presence of God, no one could make a loud sound in the presence of Holy Lady. Holy Lady's voice was soft because there was no one who didn't listen. Not a single gesture needed to be loud. If it wasn't for the oracle Vrahtin brought to her, she would have spent her whole life like that.
Roaste had no deep knowledge of sex. Even so, it wasn't that she didn't know anything at all. The sexual intercourse she knew about was that a woman under a man was crying or being beaten. In the slave market, it was usually gritty. Roaste was scared. She held her hand tightly and prayed to God. May Brawl give her courage, and may she fully overcome fear and do what Brawl wanted. As soon as the prayer was over, there was a knock.
"Come on in."
With a limp sound, Vrahtin came into Holy Lady's room. Vrahtin was excessively stiff, and his eyes were wandering around. Roaste looked at him and made up her mind.
'Vrahtin doesn't do it because he wants to. Everything is Brawl's will. I shouldn't be weak.'
Roaste called out to Vrahtin.
"Vrahtin."
"Yes."
"Let's get started."
Vrahtin swallowed. Taking it as a sign, Roaste pulled down the clothes on her arm. The cloth fluttered and her white arms were exposed. Roaste untied her hair that was curled up high. The smell of perfume spread through the room. After that, there was nothing Roaste could do. It was because it was up to him that he could take his clothes off by himself.
"Vrahtin, please take off your clothes."
Roaste turned around to show her back to Vrahtin. Her hair was disheveled on the back of her neck. It was very stimulating even for the Holy Knight. Vrahtin began to unbutton his clothes with trembling hands.
Crispy skin was exposed under the white cloth. There was not a mole on her skin. It was because of the divine power. Vrahtin's breath began to run out. He slowly recited his prayer.
Protect the weak, punish those who violate chivalry, and I will bear the weight of blood only for God's will.
He had goosebumps on his arm. She had never waited so long without her cloth off. Vrahtin respectfully pulled down her clothes. A cold wind touched Roaste's back.
"Sir, I have no experience, so I'll do as you tell me."
Vrahtin swallowed again. He looked at her nudity and scolded himself in his heart for his instant erection. Holy Lady's body was flawless and smooth. Her dark hair covered her chest. Vrahtin put his arm between her armpits and carefully grabbed her chest. Roaste shrank a little, but did not hit his hand or twist her body. Vrahtin slowly, and very carefully, rubbed circles around her chest.
Roaste was nervous. Vrahtin said her name to relax her.
"Roaste."
"Yes, sir."
"Don't be nervous."
Roaste inflated her cheeks.
"You must have a lot of sexual experience, but I'm nervous because it's my first time.”
It was the same tone as before Holy Lady. When Roaste pouted, Vrahtin rubbed the protrusion of her chest with his fingertips.
"Oh, my."
Roaste shook her body and pulled her waist forward.
"Oh my... does it hurt?"
"Oh, no."
Vrahtin grabbed her chest a little more boldly. A faint sound of pain ran down her thin neck.
"Uh, uh... it's weird..."