I Gave Up Their NTR Liberation Quest chapter 11

11 – The saint cannot let go of the lilac

The heartbeat gets louder and louder.

Contrary to the hot heart, the body is too cold like an ice field.

‘I knew… .’

I knew he would refuse. ‘Cause I’ve done something irreparable He received the punishment he deserved.

No, this level is not even included in the axis of bees.

I haven’t properly revealed the truth to him yet, so this is a half-penny punishment for not even getting to the starting point properly.

“hurt… .”

But even with such punishment, every word out of his mouth hurts so much.

Every time he quietly whispers love, the cold words of selling without any affection come out of his mouth, and his whole body reacts with rejection.

I wanted to get down on my knees and ask him not to do it, to stop, throwing away the audacity of a saintess who had been telling him every time. But it shouldn’t be like that. The position she kept even while betraying him was her status and name as a saint.

If I, who have already lost him, lose even the status of a saint, then I have no further existence worth.

“no… .”

I hate breaking up with him. I hate losing my name as a saint.

She is a very selfish woman.

“… Can I throw it away now?”

yet… I wonder if it’s okay if it’s still there.

As an academy student, I have plenty of opportunities to meet him. Wouldn’t it be enough to throw away the name of a saint and just stand by him?

I think about it, but my selfish head goes beyond imagining it and thinks about it again.

The days when they were revered as saints and saints along with him.

Even if you confidently go on a date on the street or spend a hot first night like an ordinary couple, you can even confidently say ‘I love you’. The day we proved our love for each other with metaphorical expressions because we couldn’t even whisper.

far… !

However, the tragedy that happened after that naturally came to mind.

He trusted the people of the church, who were eager to slowly reduce his still innocent social standing, and acted as if what they were saying was the truth. Even if there was evidence, even if he was executed, he was convinced that he was a wicked man and did not feel guilty.

And, falling more and more into its grip, I forgot how to ask questions.

According to the words of the church members, executions were carried out, someone was spared, soldiers were strengthened, laws were passed, and taxes were collected.

because I believed them

And when I came to my senses, I refused to show my true feelings.

He acted as if the emotions he had created were real emotions, and eventually even went so far as to mistake them for his own emotions.

And I became insensitive to love.

Every day at public events, when he brought up the story of lilac, he couldn’t help but smile when he thought of his face, but there was no more heart pounding than that time.

he asks me

‘Do you always like lilacs?’

I answer him

‘I always like it.’

There was emotion in the answer. But I still don’t know if that was true.

After spending several years with him like that… . The oracle came down.

The content of the oracle was an unreasonable rumor that the saint was plotting vicious acts, but in the past I had no doubts.

Thinking that God’s word was the truth, he betrayed him, and he honored the new man who had just been promoted to bishop as a saint and put him in the place where he should be.

For about a year, I had no doubts.

And as time went by, I only felt a little bit of a sense of incongruity, but I never thought it was wrong… . But a new saint broke things.

“Kill the false saint and saintess!!”

“Destroy the church full of hypocrisy!!!”

It was an accusation that broke out from within the clean and innocent church.

At first, no one believed it, but as the truth was revealed one by one, the dark part of the church, which they thought was following the words of the goddess, was revealed.

The paladins violated the woman.

The newly appointed bishops did not prove their faith, but bought the bishop’s seat with money.

The archbishop, who was able to communicate with the goddesses, except for the saints, had not heard from the goddesses for 10 years and repeated false oracles.

and the last saint. He pretended to be a goddess.

To be precise, she wasn’t just impersonating a goddess. With the voice given by God, he imitated the voices of many people and created things that did not exist.

The emperor of an empire, the eldest son of a duke of a country, an archbishop, and even a paladin, living a fake life, eventually imitating the voice of a goddess and bringing down Lian, a former saint who had a high real position in the church.

I didn’t know… I was too ashamed of myself to say that.

Even if you pretend to be the voice of a goddess, there will always be a difference unless you hear the voice yourself, but who would call a saintess who was deceived because she couldn’t understand it properly?

In the end, the church that made its name known for hundreds of years collapsed in an instant.

Having lost my title as a saint, there was nothing left for me.

The fact that she, who was a commoner, gained the status of a saint was the power of divine power bestowed by a goddess one day… As the church collapsed and the central point to gather faith disappeared, the divine power disappeared like a mirage.

If I’m not a saint, what am I going to be?

Couldn’t answer the question. If she wasn’t really a saint, she would be a worm below an ordinary villager.

“I have to find… sun.”

It was a journey to regain divine power.

Changing one’s beliefs was not an easy task. In particular, it was impossible to even join as a priest to enter the ranks of the Goddess of Joy and the Goddess of Vengeance, who are in conflict with the Goddess of Charity that I originally served.

So I prayed to the ancient 12 gods.

The god of thunder, the god of the sea, and the god of death, who had the highest level of deity, did not even accept me as I had already lost my divine power.

The Goddess of Home, Love, and Wisdom fortunately accepted me, but was soon abandoned.

The god of the sun, the god of war, and the god of messengers said to offer appearances and virgins.

Only the hearth goddess and the moon goddess took care of me… He did not surrender his divine power.

In the end, even the ancient gods didn’t accept it, and in the end, the last hope was to find him. Not long after, the body of the former saint, Lian Primal, who died an unfair death, was discovered.

The reason was the death penalty. I didn’t know. Although he was the one who caused him to be judged by the law, he thought it would be to the extent of depriving him of his saintly status and preventing him from setting foot in the holy kingdom.

I cried in front of his tombstone for days and days.

I cried, begged, and begged until bloody tears came out of my eyes.

However, as the corpse had already decayed and only fragments of bones remained, there was no way he would give me an answer, and eventually his last wish came true as time passed.

My last wish is to die by his side.

Even after death came, if I met him, I would slowly cut off water and food with the thought of apologizing… met death

And when I opened my eyes, he was dead.

“uh… ?”

Looking around, he was dead next to the people of the church and the demon king he defeated together.

There was no way this would happen. At that time, there was no sacred object called the holy sword made by the Goddess, but he defeated the demon king with only the help of a few priests and himself as a saint, and an artificial holy sword.

There was considerable damage, but even though it was artificial, there was no way he would die as he wielded a holy sword with almost the same power and regenerative ability.

“what’s the matter? Prin.”

And who the hell is that man?

My body reacted as the man I had never seen before slowly put his hand on my hip and grabbed it.

“Kkeke!!”

“uh… ?”

Divine power came out.

The divine power of a pure white, warm goddess.

“what!? Why is this bitch Prin suddenly doing this!”

“Why are you saying this sh*t all of a sudden when you said it was said properly!?”

I didn’t care what those men said. I didn’t want to lose him twice.

He hurriedly climbed the mountain of monster corpses and grabbed the sword stuck next to him.

Pajijijik!!!

“Keugh!!”

The sword, which had been shining silver until just a moment ago, flashed a familiar golden color and reacted with a reaction.

When the functions of the real holy sword and magic sword, which could not be realized with artificial holy swords, were manifested, I lost my spirit.

“castle… knife?”

“Aha, this bitch did it to eat the holy sword by herself.”

“Ahh… A bitch called a saint has a lot of greed.”

“Ugh, I thought it would be like that because I stared at the Holy Sword every day.”

A real holy sword… Ryan was holding it?

The only person who has the holy sword is the hero. The one and only user of the holy sword. A knight of the goddess who is much higher in rank than herself, who is the agent of the goddess.

“ah… Ahh… .”

I thought it was strange. No matter how artificial the holy sword is, how could it have killed the demon king when it was not a real holy sword?

Only a warrior could have killed the Demon King.

At the same time as realization, I felt something broken inside.

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Just like the regret of not believing in the goddess’s knight despite following and trusting the goddess, the ugly deeds I’ve done behind the mask have become a huge typhoon and break my spirit.

The past of living like a doll and the guilt of betraying him came like a tsunami.

In addition to the past that comes to mind belatedly, new memories of betraying him living as a warrior, not a saint, come to mind… . I can’t choose suicide… ..

But I came to life once more, and once more I saw him die before my eyes.

This time, he, like me, chose suicide.

Because of what we did, he crushed his own heart with the holy sword that was supposed to pierce the heart of the demon king.

“no… !”

I wanted to close my eyes and deny it, but even that was impossible.

In the newly recalled memories, I remembered how much he had suffered. In my memory, I wanted him to look only at me, so I did something really outrageous and stupid.

He looked at me, but who betrayed me?

I don’t have the right to think like that.

“Once again… .”

And prayed and accepted death.

This time, I prayed to be born a little faster.

And the miracle happened.

Although she was still known as a proper saint, it was a return to those days when the church called her a candidate for a saint.

This time, I was willing to give my life for him.

‘What did you brazenly say to me after hanging out with another guy? Do you still like lilacs?’

‘If you knew those words in the first place, you’d know how I looked when I lived that life… Do you talk like that?’

‘You killed, instigated, betrayed, possessed… .’

but he remembers me

The me who betrayed him by living like a doll, the me who surrendered to momentary pleasure because he experienced comfort too long, and the me who showed him a side I should never show to him out of a sense of monopoly and jealousy.

remember

“this… . Ahh… .”

No words came out.

Why didn’t I think he would remember me?

Even in the midst of tears, I couldn’t hold him.

Because I was a saint…

I wanted to be held in his arms, but I couldn’t abandon the goddess.

I hated to escape from the warm arms of the goddess… I want to kneel down and pray to him, but if the saintess reveals that she did such a thing, there is nothing I can do now that I have a narrow political standing.

Also, it wouldn’t be strange if that man from the past pretended to be a goddess shortly after and excommunicated me.

“… haha… .”

In the end, all I could do was laugh at myself.

Ah, Goddess… What should I do?

*****

At that time, such a quest window came to Lian’s mind.

[New Hero’s Path]

[Be reborn as a new warrior, not a warrior of the goddess!]

[Success Reward: Constellation System Open]

“… . what?”

There was a quest window that I had never seen before.