He looked at me and Maia, then smirked at Maia, who was more relaxed than I, who was curled up in a ball.


“Hmmm, it’s hard to miss eating a fruit when it’s ready to eat, so shall we have this one first? It’s okay.
They won’t remember anything when they wake up.”


As he said this, the archbishop extended his hand beneath Maia’s feet.


I see, so it was not a kidnapping, but an intended one-time mischief.


“Setup [Saint Cloche] all.”


Equipped with Saint Cloche, the saint’s armor, a pure white armored china dress, instantly, I interrupted him by swinging my staff that resembled a huge war hammer between them.


“What! Who are you? How did you get into this holy church?”


“…You don’t need to know.”


I transformed right in front of him, but he was so focused on Maia that he couldn’t recognize that me and Carol were the same person.


“You dare to interrupt my holy ritual, you treacherous, God-fearing infidel! Look at you, you are still an immature young girl! With my love… Gufu!”




I lightly nudge him with the handle of the war hammer, and the archbishop rolls away.


“Koh, to do this to me, gofuh!”


After being lightly hit with the war hammer again, the archbishop rolled on the carpet.
It would seem that the purging was perfect as there was no sign of the guards coming even after all this.


“Ki, you, gyaa!”




“My love, gufu.”




“S, Sto, Stop, Gyaaa.”




I was so uncomfortable that I beat him several times in silence.
He was, after all, an archbishop, and so he nipped at my feet as he collapsed with fortitude.


“Hit, hit me more.
My Goddess…”




…Did I hit him a little too hard?


Apparently because I was wearing Saint Cloche, the archbishop misidentified me as a goddess or an incarnation of one, and I was able to obtain powerful connections and the Book of the Inner Sanctum without incident.


…I really hate this country.

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