Extra: Everyday Life in Raphael Holy Kingdom – 2
“What are you doing here?”
“Ah, you’ve come, Delta-nim.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
The Popes, who were seated around the round table with very serious expressions while chatting with Stella and Selene, stood up daintily and smiled at me.
The same kind of cover that Eclipse wore flowed right into my cleavage with just that motion. Through the sheer fabric, I could see the stiff pink tips poking out from their chests.
“Welcome, Holy One.”
“Is there something you need?”
As Floretta and Luna removed the cover stuck between their chests, Stella and Selene, who had knelt down and bowed their heads as soon as they saw me, lifted their gazes.
I held their hands and helped them up. They made melted expressions and trembled, gripping my hands tightly.
“I don’t really need anything; I just had some time, so I dropped by.”
As I glanced at the round table, it was a sea of paper. I picked one up to check its contents.
“…A plan for childcare products?”
I blinked in shock as I read the shocking words line by line. I looked to the side. The Pope sisters, Stella, and Selene had puzzled expressions on their faces.
“Childcare products? Why this all of a sudden?”
“In order to carry Delta-nim’s seed, we must plan ahead from now. There’s a lot to prepare for raising children.”
“We cannot afford to neglect the fruits of our love with Delta-nim. Therefore, we plan to proclaim a new holy realm within the Kingdom and prepare places for children to live.”
Floretta and Luna rubbed their lower bellies with suggestive smiles. I wore a blank expression at their overwhelming drive to make plans so early on.
It was quite an unusual plan.
“…How large are you planning to make it?”
Once designated as a holy realm, no one else besides the Popes could reside there, and all buildings except those designated by the Popes would be demolished. A sacred barrier would be erected, strictly controlling access.
They termed it a holy realm, but in truth, it was not much different from designating a no-entry zone.
Upon hearing my question, Selene unfolded a map that had been sitting in one corner of the round table. The map displayed the entire Holy Kingdom at a glance.
Selene spread her palm over a location just a bit further north from the center of the Kingdom, a bit to the east and west of the Pope’s direct territory.
“The location is about this big, and the area is the size of my palm.”
“That much? Isn’t that too wide?”
If it was the size of her palm on a map that showed the entire Kingdom, the actual area would be immense. It was definitely not a size meant merely for childcare.
But Floretta and Luna were adamant.
“This is the fruit of our love. We should rather worry if it is too small.”
“The believers of the Kingdom will also gladly accept the proclamation of the holy realm. You need not worry.”
Certainly, if the child were born from the Holy One and the Pope, it would be so. I briefly imagined the commotion that would arise from news of the Popes giving birth in the Kingdom and tried to quell the goosebumps rising on my forearms.
“We will assist the Holy Popes.”
Stella puffed her chest out confidently. Her large breasts, only barely concealed by a triangular piece of fabric, bounced energetically. The white cloth fluttered precariously, exposing her pink areolas.
“We exist solely to serve the Holy Popes. So please, do not worry.”
Selene lowered her head. Her hair cascaded down, revealing the tips of her breasts and the appropriately closed-off feminine areas through the sheer tights.
Indeed, Stella and Selene had retired from their positions as Inquisitor and Inquisitor General after the battle.
When asked, it turned out that receiving my blessing meant they could no longer hold those positions, so they resigned in advance. In a way, Selene had become Luna’s personal secretary, while Stella became Floretta’s.
Though it wasn’t a biblical requirement that only pure maidens could perform that role, it had become an unwritten rule since the first Inquisitor and Inquisitor General declared their retirement.
“What does Delta-nim think?”
“Could you please let us hear your opinion?”
Before I had time to respond, Floretta and Luna clung to my arm. Then they slyly tucked my arm into their cleavage. Their soft breasts moved up and down.
Soon, Stella and Selene adjusted the position of my hand, placing it right in front of the Popes’ genitals. I could feel some moisture at my fingertips.
“Or, if you wish… we could practice the first step of the plan ahead of time.”
“The more practice we have, the better to avoid mistakes. Our bodies are already ready.”
The sisters whispered seductively, taking turns. A dripping tongue licked the rim of my ear, while soft lips pinched my earlobe.
Their steps were heading not towards the table but to the bed.
‘A fifth one…’
Having finished my flashback, I let out a hollow laugh at the ambitious plans of the Popes. According to what was revealed mid-mixing bodies, Floretta and Luna had already planned up to a fifth child.
Of course, that meant five per Pope, and considering Stella and Selene likely aimed for a similar number, the future looked bleak.
‘How many daughters are there going to be?’
It was certain they would all be daughters. Eclipse had assured it.
I wanted to bless my children, but giving a blessing to a son for resembling the goddess in beauty was a bit ambiguous.
With thoughts of needing to brainstorm a plan for the next generation, I moved to another building. When a man in a pitch-black robe approached, I reflexively called out to stop, and the Holy Knight recognized me and laid flat on the ground.
“Greetings, Holy One!”
I knew that trying to get him to stand up would only elicit responses about how he dared not do so for someone like me, so I directly asked a question.
“Is Margarita inside?”
“Yes! She is in the Central Conference Room!”
“Got it. Good work.”
“Thank you! Holy One!”
Although his greeting dripped with formality, it made him tremble with emotion as he responded in an increasingly booming voice. I entered the building, barely paying attention to his answer.
As I passed by the familiar corridor, I swung open the largest door. The moment I did, all eyes turned toward me, but once they recognized my identity, they quickly bowed their heads.
“Greetings, Holy One!”
There were more than twenty Holy Knights gathered in the conference room. Not a single man was present; all were women. Moreover, they all wore suspiciously striking attire.
Not even a trace of the full white armor could be seen; only gauntlets, shin guards, and a set of lingerie-like underwear made up their outfits.
Even that lingerie had an incredibly small area, bore numerous seemingly purposeless holes, and appeared decorated with an abundance of extravagant lace.
Margarita, sitting at the head of the table, was no exception. She wore especially revealing golden lingerie and something akin to a T-back panty.
I strove to look as natural as possible while gazing at Margarita.
“…What were you doing that you removed all your armor?”
“We were discussing the design and area of the new armor to wear. What we are currently wearing is just a sample.”
Ah, that explained why the appearances were slightly different; these were the designs for armor that looked more suitable for a bed. I adjusted my suddenly watery eyes.
“Because of your blessing, our faith has grown immensely. Even as Holy Knights, covering up our bodies felt like disrespecting the Sun and Moon. Although it hasn’t been publicly acknowledged, there’s growing discontent about not being able to show our bodies within the Order.”
Margarita, opening a box by her feet, pulled out a bejeweled piece of jewelry and placed it in my hand.
“This is one of our final candidates.”
‘If this is a candidate, does that mean it’s clothing…?’
I looked down at the object resting on my palm. It looked more like a piece of jewelry than clothing. I cautiously held it with both hands and unfolded it.
A gem bikini.
“…….”
“It’s armor that shows the most skin and has a very high satisfaction rating. We are discussing other candidates, but unless there are any groundbreaking opinions, it will be chosen—”
“I reject it.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said I reject it. This is not acceptable.”
I carelessly tossed the gem bikini back into the box. Margarita’s face fell as she closed the box. The other Holy Knights similarly wore disappointed expressions and nodded.
From their expressions, it felt as though I had committed a great wrongdoing.
“I understand, Holy One. You mean that wearing that armor requires a higher level of faith. I will train my body and soul diligently until the day you permit it.”
Although I felt sorry, the chances of me ever allowing such ridiculous clothing in my life were exceedingly low. I quietly kept that thought to myself.
“By the way, Holy One, what brings you to our residence?”
“You know those kids from before, who wanted to make a 50m statue and left for training after I refused? Could you please relay to them that they don’t have to do that?”
“Understood. You wish to forgive them, then. I, Margarita, am once again deeply moved by the mercy of Your Holiness.”
“It’s not about forgiveness; I wasn’t even angry in the first place.”
“That’s because you have a compassionate heart, Holy One.”
It was utterly uncommunicative.
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