全彩无遮巨大爆乳老师漫画

Foolish people existed everywhere.

"Aaa…aahh…"

But all people understood where they should draw the line of their foolishness, giving up all hope and letting go of their desire.

As a result, they became obedient puppets.

"Thanks for your information. I will let you rest now."

I turned around, leaving the husk who could only breathe that was once Orwen Bluerose. Gerald followed behind me, not sparing even a single glance at the former Duke, and kept his head down low.

A good choice, if I must say. Unless he was like me, someone who had already gone through hell and managed to stay alive, the current sight of Orwen would make him feel like watching a pile of puke and shit while you eat brown food.

In other words, it was shitty and would make him puke. Great job for him to be able to accompany me until the end.

"W-Will he be able to recover from that condition?" Gerald asked me in a concerned tone.

"Don\'t worry," I replied, not looking at him. "I gave him a slow-working potion. He should at least be able to speak a coherent word tomorrow."

I wouldn\'t let such a useful person die or be broken.

Orwen had already become a (Fallen) and (Charmed) due to Beatrice. He was an obedient puppet who would do anything she said, and Beatrice was my slave. In extension to that, all the people under Beatrice\'s charm were also my slaves.

"I can assure you he will recover."

But for now, I would keep him and Jasper down here to let them cleanse their Sins with whatever method the church had. I, personally, had no method to cleanse any Sins a person had.

Naturally, I couldn\'t use a person covered with Sins in the Virtue Kingdom. Hence, my decision to leave him.

An important thing would happen, though. Ertha would arrive shortly, according to Sana\'s estimation yesterday.

"Gerald." I stopped after exiting the church\'s underground area, stepping into the small room behind the large hall with Goddess Teri\'s naked statue.

I looked at the captain of the knight, whose expression was hidden by his helmet.

"Ask the nuns to give the newly turned Succubi some clean clothes and ask some knights to meet me at the front. We will welcome the new Bishop who will run this church temporarily."

"Yes, Your Holiness."

Gerald saluted and sprung into action immediately.

***

The path on the outside of the cities in this world was built by stones put together, a pavement.

With the technology of a medieval level, people in this world managed to create a smooth path for a carriage to travel to. It was an amazing feat.

Still, the carriage used wasn\'t as great as the road. It still had wooden wheels. While it was enhanced by magic to get some suspension and was installed with a soft chair inside, the people riding inside the carriage could still feel the shake.

"Bababababa."

Someone riding inside was holding onto the chair with her ass bouncing around because the carriage shook like a wild animal.

The sheer size of her chest was out of this world. If Arthur saw them, he would exclaim that they were even bigger than Garcia and Emilia\'s. They were hidden beneath her nun uniform, which strangely covered all her skin save for her face, hands, and chest area, exposing deep cleavage.

Under her veil, her blue hair was tied in a low twin-tail with a golden bow, letting loose until it touched her huge ass.

The tight clothes covering her body emphasized her curve with a black and golden accent, different from any other Castitas Church nun. Still, her skirt had a deep slit right below her crotch, leaving room for her white panties to be seen.

It was truly a strange design of clothes; it was as if she just wore those clothes on a whim instead of them being her real nun uniform. Similar to the usual nun uniform, yet different.

"Awawawa."

With a mature face, which made her look like she was in her mid twenties, her actions spoke otherwise. Just by looking at her once, everyone could know that she was a clumsy woman.

"Ouch!" She grunted loudly as her breast hit her chin. "That hurts…"

Wincing, she brought her hand with fingerless gloves to her face, tracing over the black blindfold covering her eyes.

The road turned smoother after that, and her breasts didn\'t bounce anymore. They were just swaying left and right slightly, following the carriage\'s movement.

"Have we arrived yet?" Asked the woman loudly, not expecting an answer.

Her hand slowly traced toward the side of the interior, feeling the curtain that covered the carriage\'s window. Even with her eyes blindfolded, the woman could somehow still feel the general location around her.

It was all thanks to her skill called <Mana Sense>, learned from an individual who was now a headmistress of the Royal Academy a few years back. While she wasn\'t as good as that person, it was enough for her to make sense of her surroundings.

For the first time ever, she left the church to deal with \'something\' entrusted to her.

"How scary." She muttered, holding her arms. Her breasts were pushed upward, and she almost buried her face between them when she bent down slightly. Thankfully, it wasn\'t that big that it would happen.

"An Archbishop became a Devilkin. How in the world can something like that be allowed to happen? Has the world\'s order changed?"

If that was the case, then this was something concerning.

Rules written by the two Goddesses moved this world. From the system where people had Virtues and Sins to reward them for what they did, either good or bad. The side-effect for people with plenty of Sins, which included unpleasant aura around them, to even the revival.

However, the fact that the Paladin coincidentally was in the Duchy and found out about it was a blessing for Castitas Church. Their reputation remained intact, and the matter was settled without much damage.

In this world of immortals, reputation was way more important than one\'s life. Their reputation, either good or bad, would follow them everywhere until the predetermined time when they would return to the Goddess. And reputation born from trust and achievement.

"Uuuuh, why did Sana ask me to go? That midget!"

With how tall she was, taller than the Archbishop in the Academy City, she had the right to call the other party midget. After all, she was two heads taller than the Archbishop.

"She knows that I don\'t like to deal with something like this! Ugghh… I want to go home and sleep."

However, her wish wouldn\'t be fulfilled. She couldn\'t do that, as she had a duty to uphold.

Squeaak! Creak–!

"Neigghh~!"

The carriage had stopped, and the door on the right was opened from outside. It was a sign that she had arrived at her destination, the Bluerose Duchy, after a long few hours of travel.

"Bishop Ertha, we\'ve arrived. Your Holiness himself has been waiting to welcome you."

Gulping nervously, the woman, Ertha, looked at the source of the voice while nodding.

"Y-Yes. Right away!"

She fidgeted nervously. As a clumsy person, she knew it herself; she was afraid she would make a mistake when facing other people.

Not to mention, it was her first outing after so many years. It was natural for her to be nervous.

Slapping her cheeks softly, Ertha took a deep breath.

"Alright. I am ready."