A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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"This...this is impossible..."

His own ancestor, the great Ernest VII, the emperor who ushered in the most famous golden age in the history of the Lorian Empire, was actually having sex with a saint in this dark and sunless underground sanctuary!

Her worldview was completely shattered. She stood there, stunned, not knowing what to think.

"By the way, the bloodline of the first Empress was actually the daughter of the first Saintess. The two of them also had intercourse here, but the Saintess later had an accident, and the Empress could only raise their child alone. The Ernest royal family has been passed down from generation to generation, but each generation has only had women. Don't you find that strange?"

Santa Karina dropped an even bigger bombshell.

Those words implied that she carried the blood of the Holy Maiden and the blood of the Eternal God Cult, something she could not easily accept.

This is understandable, as no male heir has ever appeared in their lineage, and none of the empresses in history had husbands. Those in the know are reluctant to discuss this matter.

While she was still in a state of extreme shock and hadn't reacted yet, Saint Karina hugged Brenda from behind, grabbed her soft cleavage, and sucked on the back of her neck.

Her skin, smooth as milk, was irresistible.

St. Karina had always been particularly interested in the women of the Ernest royal family and had even had relationships with some of them. But what she could never forget were the nights she spent with Emperor VII.

Brenda, who looked remarkably like her ancestor, stirred up her wildest, most primal desires.

A surge of heat rushed down to my lower abdomen, and I could no longer bear it.

3. Differences in surface appearance

At the same time, a deafening roar came from the ground, causing the entire underground sanctuary to suddenly shake violently. The shaking continued for a long time, leading Brenda to believe that the Empire was experiencing a severe earthquake.

If an earthquake were to occur, it would undoubtedly worsen the already dire situation in Lorian.

Beset by internal and external troubles, natural disasters and man-made calamities, she simply couldn't handle so many things on her own. Just receiving reports of defeats at the front every day was enough to exhaust her.

"What... happened?"

She paid no heed to covering her naked body, her mind preoccupied with worry about the situation on the ground. Saint Karina, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected, standing steadily on the altar with a cold smile on her face.

"It's likely that a vanguard of monsters infiltrated the capital under cover of night, intending to storm the Knights' Central Fortress and seize control of the entire capital, thereby taking over this land. Although the monsters attacking the capital are all low-level monsters with low intelligence, the people controlling them are not necessarily stupid. Your Majesty, can't you even understand such a simple principle?"

"..."

Brenda was furious at the saint's mockery, but she had no way to refute it.

The previous empress, her mother, had recently passed away, leaving her with many things to learn. She inherited the throne in a state of confusion, taking over this turbulent country, and still doesn't understand how to govern it.

Putting aside governance, how to drive the demons out of the country is still a problem.

The Pope of the Church of the God of Order seemed to be observing as well, showing no intention of offering assistance. If the empire fell, they would certainly evacuate immediately, leaving this land to burn in black flames.

The monster hordes attacked with increasing ferocity, making it difficult for the capital to avoid falling.

Although she was extremely anxious, Brenda had to remain calm and consider solutions that might not even exist.

“I don’t need you to teach me how to do things. Saint Karina Randall, you are no longer the saint you once were. Now you are nothing more than… an outdated person who only exists in legends.”

“Your Majesty, are you sure you want to speak to me like this? Look at yourself—shallow, short-sighted, like a frog in a well, unable to escape its confines and therefore driven mad. You have no time left. If the ritual isn't performed, your body and soul will be destroyed, along with this despicable nation—”

Saint Karina picked up the holy sword that had been knocked away. The sword's power was also greatly diminished, and the remaining blessing power was growing weaker and weaker, as if it had been tainted by the filth carried by the monster during the long battle.

People seem to have forgotten that the Holy Sword was originally bestowed by the Pope of the Eternal God Church. The weaker the faith in the Eternal God Church, the weaker the power wielded by the sword.

It needs to be purified. Once the Holy Sword is completely corrupted, it will no longer be able to cut through the flesh and blood of demons, and even the wielder will be affected by the filthy and dark aura.

Brenda's eyes are now bloodshot, and she is agitated, constantly on the verge of losing control. These are clearly symptoms caused by being contaminated by the filth.

However, everyone in the empire is now living in fear, and no one notices that the young empress's body is being gradually eroded by these negative emotions. It's not too late to discover this now; a ritual performed at the secondary altar can dispel the impurities.

The altar sensed the danger emanating from the Queen and summoned her with a flashing blue light. The Holy Sword, the key to activating the altar's core, had a notch on its outer edge that was just large enough to insert into the blade.

Since Brenda couldn't make up her mind, the only option was to push her forcefully. Some people only know what to do when they need to be pressured from behind, and this young emperor was no exception.

Saint Karina felt saddened by this.

She plunged the holy sword into the notch in the altar, the notch and the width of the sword perfectly matched. The ground beneath the altar spun, emitting the sounds of mechanical gears and metal colliding.

Although the underlying structure is not visible, Saint Karina knew very well the immense resources invested in its construction. The techniques for building the altar have been lost, and even with modern technology, it is impossible to replicate such an exquisite work.

It is not only a sacred altar of the Eternal God Church, but also a work of art.

The mechanical structure beneath slowly raised the altar, and runes began to light up gradually from the center outwards. A pale blue barrier blocked the way, and Brenda, feeling uneasy, pounded on it forcefully.

The palm touched something hard, seemingly intangible, yet actually very difficult to break with human strength. The spell that created it was extremely complex, and even Saint Karina could not easily dispel it.

The two were trapped inside the altar.

"What do you want? Let me out! The capital is facing the danger of being invaded by demons, and you're still keeping me here... What are you up to?"

Brenda roared at Saint Karina in a hoarse voice.

But even the sharpest screams were to no avail; they only made her look like a defeated woman in a fit of impotent rage. She was desperate and miserable. These emotions reached the depths of Santa Karina's heart, filling her with exhilaration.

The more disoriented the young emperor becomes, the easier it will be for her to take advantage of his vulnerability.

With the added benefit of the environment, his magic could exert a power many times stronger than usual, making it incredibly easy for him to control the young emperor's body.

"Restraint—"

Blue bands of light emerged from the glowing spot on the altar, like living vines in a misty forest. These vine-like things slowly climbed up Brenda's body, binding her limbs.

Binding magic is the most basic of the basics. Although it doesn't have particularly strong attack power or a wide attack range, if used properly, it can even subdue opponents stronger than oneself.

The Holy Sword could break the spell, but unfortunately, it fell into Saint Karina's hands. Brenda's body remained suspended in mid-air, unable to move, just as powerless as during their earlier "sparring."

What happened tonight was beyond reason, something Brenda couldn't comprehend.

"let me go……"

"What if I say no, Your Majesty? We are all trapped here. We must follow the laws set by the Goddess of Eternity and complete this ritual. Otherwise, the barrier cannot be removed, and you can only watch your country fall. Is that alright?"

Saint Karina lifted Brenda's chin with her hand and examined her face as if admiring an object.

"Forget it, there's no need to waste time emphasizing some things repeatedly. You'll understand my good intentions once the ceremony is over. This sword must be purified by you personally."

The saintess gripped the sword hilt in reverse and pressed it against the mysterious area between Brenda's legs.

Using this sword bestowed by the Eternal God Cult, at this special moment, to seize the body of the proud empress by oneself is indeed a remarkable feat worthy of being recorded in history.

4. Prophecy

"You don't want that place..."

Brenda could clearly feel the cold hilt of the sword pressing against her. If the hilt moved forward a few more inches, it would pierce the symbol of her chastity.

She was still just an innocent and ignorant girl, at least in this respect.

Having never experienced adulthood, and harboring beautiful dreams of love, she, like every teenage girl, longs to meet someone who will cherish and protect her.

Although the country is currently beset by internal and external troubles and has no time to consider this, it does not mean that she will accept the ideas that Saint Karina imposes on her.

“Your Majesty, you are the wielder of this holy sword, and also its vessel. Only your body can purify it. The guardian of the holy sword has fallen into slumber. If she is not awakened soon, she may never awaken again. At that time, Lorian will wreak havoc on all living beings, turning everything into scorched earth.”

Saint Karina calmly described the consequences of refusing the ritual, and Brenda immediately envisioned the scene described in her words. The demon army broke through the city gates, filing in one after another, a dark, endless mass.

Under the command of the demon general, they broke into shops and residents' homes, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities, turning the prosperous capital into a living hell, with screams echoing everywhere and warm blood flowing into a crimson river...

Several documents recently submitted by my subordinates concern the breaching and occupation of border towns by demons, detailing the crimes committed by the demons.

The Imperial Army's forces that could be dispatched were all in the hands of the great nobles. If they were unwilling to send troops to support the Imperial borders, even Brenda was helpless.

Her power had long been stripped away and was almost entirely gone.

In those brief moments of distraction, Saint Karina suddenly pulled the hilt of the sword from the very end of the ritual.

It's too pitiful for the young emperor to have his virginity taken away by a cold, emotionless metal sword. He only gets one chance in his life; such a precious treasure is being wasted on a sword—it's utterly absurd.

Saint Karina regretted the thoughts she had at that time, but fortunately she still retained her rationality and did not lose her ability to think normally after lying in the underground tomb for five hundred years.

That's enough teasing, time to get down to business.

"As expected, you still want me to take it personally. Little Emperor of the Ernest family, this is your destiny."

Saint Karina's fingers replaced the position where the sword hilt had been. After a few stimulations, Brenda's body was in a state of tension and excitement, and she could feel a slight dampness when touched.

The air in the underground sanctuary was stifling, making it easy to sweat. Although it wasn't quite enough, and the area was slightly dry, it was perfectly fine to insert it, but the little emperor would be injured as a result, feeling an incredibly intense discomfort as if his body was being torn apart.

"Everything is for the sake of saving this land you love, Your Majesty. Please—be patient."

She didn't give Brenda much time to prepare mentally. The ritual needed to be completed quickly, and the holy sword needed to be purified as soon as possible. The concentration of the foul air on the ground had exceeded what the land could bear, and the blessings of the elves and the spells and barriers constructed by the ancient mages wouldn't last much longer.

In other words, this underground sanctuary is not 100% safe. Once the rest of the capital is breached, a demonic invasion here is inevitable. We must finish what needs to be done while this place is still safe.

She didn't treat Brenda with the same gentleness she showed to Ernest VII back then, which was really unnecessary.

Exploring the tunnels of the layered underground sanctuary, one encounters a thin barrier. This barrier, resembling a magical shield, is the final line of defense; breaking through it will complete the first stage of the initial ritual.

Brenda was so tense that her whole body stiffened, and even her angry expression froze on her face; she could only express her anger through her pale purple eyes.

She was beyond furious.

The outcome of this matter was inevitable; Brenda knew she would lose the last vestiges of her pride to the saint. The saint ruthlessly trampled on her dignity, taking pleasure in the process.

Perhaps those negative comments about the saintess are not entirely unfounded.

Saint Karina Randall was a woman with a heart of stone.

"I will... I will kill you... I will become stronger, and then I will kill you..."

The desperate girl closed her eyes, and then her body was torn apart and pierced by a powerful force. Brenda had felt that sensation before, like being assassinated, her limbs and torso pierced by a sharp weapon, pain emanating from the tearing points, affecting her entire body.

Veins bulged on his forehead, cold sweat poured down his face, and his toes curled up in pain.

The pain was secondary; the feeling of humiliation was far stronger.

If we go back a few hundred years, the Ernest royal family was the dominant power on this continent. No one dared to be so arrogant towards the royal family, nor would they attempt to defile the Queen's body with their dirty hands.

The once noble royal family is now no different from the mud at the bottom of the river.

"Well……"

Brenda unconsciously let out a low moan of pain.

She knew something was flowing, a hot, bright red liquid, dripping in the empty sanctuary.

The blood that flowed during the assassination was no different from the blood itself. Those few drops of blood were absorbed by the altar on the ground, and the blue light beneath the altar seemed to brighten, with some unlit runes beginning to flicker. Only when all the runes were lit, and the altar was fully awakened, would the ritual be officially complete.

"Indeed, Your Majesty, you have been recognized by the altar. Let us continue."

Saint Karina explored a little further in order to treat the young emperor, who was injured and needed proper treatment to alleviate his pain.

Brenda's expression was a mixture of resentment and pain, carrying the bitterness of a young girl who had been bullied. Although her eyes were wet and her face was streaked with tears, she did not cry or beg for mercy, but silently swallowed the humiliation for the sake of her last shred of pitiful dignity.

As long as she could survive, as long as she could drive away the demons and restore peace to the capital... she could endure all this suffering.

Can't go back anymore.

Her gaze became unfocused with each treatment from Saint Karina's wrist, and her body went from pain to numbness. This didn't seem as comfortable as described in the books; it wasn't comfortable at all.

The surging disgust and the healing potions flowed toward the altar, which accepted them completely.

Through the blurred vision, all that could be seen was the saintess's merciless smile. She smiled happily, her face filled with satisfaction at conquering the queen.

She was not the legendary hero who saved the nation from suffering; she was suffering itself, the source of suffering.

In the end, Brenda kept repeating the phrase, "I'm going to kill you." Even if it meant mutual destruction, dying together with Saint Karina Randall, she was prepared for it.

This woman will surely bring even greater disaster to the empire.

In a few notes left by Ernest VII before his death, there is a prophecy from the goddess of water. She foretold that 500 years later, the continent would fall into chaos again, order would be broken, and the Lorian Empire would have to make a choice if it wanted to survive.

5. The Saintess's Resurrection

"Alright, my foolish little emperor, thank you for allowing me to obtain the first Unsealing Stone."

Saint Karina carelessly tossed Brenda, who was exhausted, to the ground. Her inner thighs were a mess, with faint traces of blood visible.

The pale blue light barrier had dissipated, and after the ceremony concluded, a stone emanating a chilling power emerged from the notch where the holy sword had been inserted.

Most of the power from life disappears during slumber. This unsealing stone is about the size of a fist and is enough for about three uses. Each use can maintain the power of one's peak for a few hours, after which one will fall into a period of weakness, just like now.

After being tricked by Brenda's ancestor, Ernest VII, Saint Karina held back. The identity of the grave robber was obvious; Ernest VII, out of consideration for their past relationship, did not destroy her body, but that did not mean she would bury sacred objects beneficial to the nation with the saint.

However, these sacred objects have indeed disappeared, because the Lorian Empire's royal descendants have become increasingly inferior since abandoning the Eternal God Cult.

"It's a pity. Seeing this empire destroyed is exactly what I wanted to see. However, I always keep my word. I will do what I promise others, even if it is the offspring of my enemy."