A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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Esther, in the office, gave a somewhat mocking smile.

That was self-deprecation.

“My subordinates told me that you had looked for me. You searched for a long time and tried many methods, but you were intercepted by the Cult of Order… Just when you were about to find me, you were betrayed and killed by that person…”

Her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged.

As you can see, Esther is holding back.

She was on the verge of exploding, like an enraged lion.

……

"Ernest VII, do you have any last words?"

Estelle, now dressed in red and possessing strength at the tenth rank, becoming a bishop, brought her sword to Ernest VII's neck.

It seems that if Ernest VII said the wrong thing, she would not hesitate to chop him down.

"The one who overthrew the Eternal God Cult, the avenger who compared the emperor of the Lorian Empire to such a desperate situation, I never imagined... it would be her. Hmm~ a simp?"

Ernest VII smiled and then, in the most provocative manner, laid out his tactics.

She even deliberately raised her chin, as if afraid Esther wouldn't dare to kill her.

"you!"

Esther was furious when she was called a simp.

"Anyone can say whatever they want about me! But you, the one who killed Saint Karina, have no right to say anything about me!"

Her eyes were almost bursting with rage, and tears of blood streamed down her face. Of course, she had to grant Ernest VII's death wish.

Then, her pent-up rage erupted, and without hesitation, she slashed her sword toward Ernest VII's head.

It was truly the first time she had ever heard someone make such a request.

"Clap clap clap..."

A bloody head fell off; it was the head of Ernest VII.

However, even after his head was severed, Ernest VII did not die immediately.

"Bang bang—"

Her chest pounded even more powerfully, and from her heart, golden seeds were glowing.

"As a reward for killing the emperor, this spark is yours... Don't even think about destroying it. Don't you want to become an immortal being?"

"Hehehe..."

She only has a head left, but her mouth is speaking.

She wasn't just talking, she was laughing too. It was a hearty laugh, as pleasant as a wind chime ringing in the breeze.

"It would be unwise to seek revenge and then die with her. Because this is just an avatar of mine, a puppet I created to carry the flame."

"You ask me why I'm doing this? Well, while I can't tell you yet, I can tell you that by absorbing this spark, you can become a demigod. At that time... as an immortal being, you will protect the Lorian Empire for me for five hundred years. After five hundred years, what becomes of this country is up to you..."

"Don't even think about refusing. Don't you miss your sister Saint Karina? I can tell you a secret in advance: she will be resurrected, within the Lorian Empire, in the capital of Partington. And the trigger will be a new catastrophe..."

"Well then, I'll be leaving now."

After she finished speaking, the head, which had been vibrant with life even after being severed, suddenly stopped moving.

"Asshole..."

What remained was Esther, gazing at the sky, her tears of blood still flowing.

Her blood flowed onto the red dress, only to embroider bright red flowers with blood.

Then, she absorbed the fire.

The sense of unease behind him, the shadow beneath him, surged with an overwhelming force, engulfing Ernest VII's body.

After that, Esther became a demigod.

Possessing absolute power, she refused to be controlled by others any longer and brought the Church of Order under her control. Those who disobeyed were all slaughtered…

……

The scene was empty, and then nothing more was added.

Saint Karina understood; it was all a scheme.

Even his own death was meticulously planned by Ernest VII.

This void is Esther's inner knot, or rather, her inner demon—a void in her heart that she can never fill on her own.

As time goes by, this void continues to grow larger.

In fact, the spark he obtained was the same as the main seal of Esther's spark.

Saint Karina knew what to do. She poured her blood into the void. Only Saint Karina could fill this empty abyss.

Since Saint Karina couldn't offer up her own soul, she had to resort to the method suggested by Ernest VII: to corrupt the void and force Esther to take her shape.

This is similar to the method used by the Holy Sword to control others; it's a method that wicked women like to use. Brainwashing...

The evil god Eris offered her an opportunity, Ernest VII left her a method, and Saint Karina chose to implement it.

Now, we can break free.

She could sense that the exit was also deep within this void.

And the cave, already polluted, now hollowed out and shaped like her, could not possibly refuse Saint Karina's request.

205. A Fierce Counterattack Against Esther

"Shh-"

The hand was withdrawn from Esther's chest.

The blood, strangely, did not come out of the hole; instead, it absorbed the blood that had spilled on the ground and was not yet dry.

The body tissues are repairing, and the cavities are being filled with newly grown flesh and blood.

"Sister Saint Karina..."

Once the void was completely filled, Esther also came to her senses.

"Aha……"

She was breathing heavily, and saliva was dripping from her mouth.

"Something seems wrong with my body..."

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were moist.

A strange appetite surged in her mind, almost numbing her brain.

His hands unconsciously rubbed against his body, as if disgusted by his dirty clothes, or as if yearning for the release of his desires, wanting to put on the emperor's new clothes.

"Aha……"

She now finds Santa Karina very pleasant to smell, and her scent is very alluring.

"Clap clap clap..."

Finally, the drool dripped onto the floor.

She was completely absorbed in the moment, her eyes fixed intently on Saint Karina without blinking.

“Sister Saint Karina… do you know? Right now, I feel like you are a delicious delicacy, and I wish I could devour you whole, dismember you, and eat you to pieces…”

Every cell in her body began to roar, urging her to charge forward.

Her gaze was unusually intense, as if Saint Karina was no longer human. In Esther's eyes, she had become a giant chicken leg in front of someone who hadn't eaten for three days and three nights.

She couldn't stop drooling; the restless hunger within her cells was about to burn away her reason.

"Haah...haah..."

The more he breathed, the heavier his breathing became.

Her mouth was parched, saliva was constantly oozing from her lips, but her body and stomach were terribly hungry. She craved Saint Karina's blood, or water from other parts of her body.

"Sister Saint Karina...can I...?"

Her face was still sickly, and her eyes even gleamed with a bloodshot light from longing. However, her attitude was pleading, very humble.

Esther, who used to be condescending and treat Saint Karina like a pet or a puppy, has now changed her attitude drastically.

"Hmph~ It seems the method is very effective."

Saint Karina scoffed inwardly.

Then, she deliberately tested Esther's attitude, mimicking Esther's earlier teasing words, saying, "So, would you like to beg me?"

"Maybe if I'm happy, I'll grant you anything you want~"

The playful tone was like a predator luring its prey into its trap.

"Sister Saint Karina..."

She slowly lay down, lowered her body, and crawled towards Santa Karina.

She stuck out her buttocks and, like the same method she had used to discipline Saint Karina, crawled towards Saint Karina like a cat.

Then, she rubbed her face against Santa Karina's instep, meowing sweetly.

Please, meow~

Her tone was soft and sweet, a sincere plea. However, in Esther's heterochromatic eyes lurked a terrifying, undisguised desire.

She went from being the high and mighty Pope to a fawning kitten groveling at Saint Karina's feet.

However, this little cat is dangerous. She looks like a cat, but she's fiercer than a tiger. If you can't control her, she'll eat her owner.

"I'm just a little hungry... If Sister Saint Karina wants to feed me, she'll have to feed me properly~"

She ignored the strangeness of her body.

After Esther was corrupted by Saint Karina, although she retained her memories, her personality underwent some changes.

In terms of attitude, his treatment of Saint Karina was more like a reversal of master and servant roles.

Just like now, although she still insists on calling Saint Karina "sister" instead of "master," her actions are almost like those of a pet trying to please its master.

"Okay, I do need to feed you."

With a wicked laugh, Saint Karina forcefully shoved her fingers into Esther's mouth.

The little snake coil pierced Saint Karina's finger with its sharp fangs, letting the enemy advance unimpeded, conquering and destroying the city walls. She no longer cared; all she craved was the blood flowing from Saint Karina's fingertip.

"Gurgling..."

The sound of swallowing kept coming from his throat.

She greedily drank Saint Karina's blood, enjoying the vigorous life force it contained.

"Wait. It's not working!"

Saint Karina wouldn't let the blood flow out, so she twisted her fingers and withdrew from the city defenses.

Its long tail, which it stretched out, was like a silver meteor.

She ignored the dampness and rubbed her fingertips on the hem of her dress, where a small, blood-red rose bloomed.

“My blood is very precious. Besides, Esther, I am still a human being, and excessive blood loss is harmful to my health.”

Saint Karina's fingertips lit up with a holy white light, the light of healing magic at work.

The stinging pain, like being pricked by a fine needle, from being bitten has disappeared.

Her eyes darted around, hatching a wicked plan, then she looked at Esther and said:

"I know this amount is definitely not enough for you, right?"

Esther looked at Saint Karina with pitiful eyes, like a child who had lost her most beloved toy, as she pulled her fingers away, refusing to give up.

“Yes, Sister Saint Karina. This little bit… well, it’s too little for me.”

Her answer was very honest.

At the same time, her moist eyes were also sparkling with anticipation as she looked at Saint Karina.