Chapter 35
Chapter 35: Radiant Saintess Completion Plan
The moment Heralys’s fingertip touched the skin at Xien’s neck—
“Mmm…!”
Her body shuddered violently, pupils contracting to pinpricks.
In that instant, it felt as if billions of warm lights penetrated her soul, all anxiety, suppression, and guilt… completely vanishing.
She felt herself floating in an endless sea of clouds, every inch of skin wrapped in gentleness, even her breathing becoming sweet sighs.
This… this was what Cynthia had experienced?
Compared to the shallow pleasure of hiding in shadows that afternoon, this current bliss struck directly at her soul’s depths.
Heralys’s legs involuntarily weakened, her skin beneath the nun’s robe taking on an alluring pink flush.
Xien saw this saintess’s originally holy silver eyes mist over, the corners reddening slightly, even faintly showing heart-shaped radiance—this was the saint constitution’s instinctive response to ultimate pleasure. Cynthia had shown the same reaction.
“Haah…”
Heralys’s breathing grew heated, her fingertips unconsciously seeking more contact, but just as she was about to succumb, years of cultivation forcibly pulled her reason back.
Whoosh!
She jerked her hand back, that paradise instantly receding like tide.
“…!”
Emptiness immediately swept through her entire body.
Heralys was shocked to discover that merely losing contact for one second made her desperately miss that feeling.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on her skin beneath the nun’s robe, waves of tingling spreading through her inner thighs.
Just touching this youth’s jaw once had brought pleasure far exceeding that afternoon’s self-gratification.
“What… what did you do to me?”
Heralys’s breathing suddenly grew rapid as she pressed her chest, unnatural flush spreading beneath her nun’s robe.
“Lady Heralys, you might be too tired and experiencing hallucinations.”
Xien stepped back half a pace, forcing calm into his reply.
“…”
Heralys didn’t immediately respond.
Her pale golden lashes trembled as memories flashed like a carousel—in that afternoon’s basement scene, despite having just experienced battle, Cynthia’s mental energy was unusually abundant, and there was her intoxicated expression while caressing Xien…
At the time, witnessing such intimate scenes for the first time, her emotions had been overwhelmed by shame and embarrassment, so she hadn’t noticed these details. But her recent contact with Xien made her remember everything.
“I see… I see… I see…”
Heralys murmured softly as an ancient legend surfaced in her mind.
It was something she’d once glimpsed in the forbidden section of the Temple of Light’s library—a fragmentary scroll. Hundreds of years ago, an incredibly powerful Demon King emerged among magical beasts. Even united, the saintesses of that era couldn’t defeat it, so they prayed to the goddess, who answered them.
A youth with mental healing abilities appeared, connecting twelve saintesses. From then on, the saintesses no longer needed to worry about mental exhaustion, entering a complete holy state that finally defeated the Demon King.
However, after hundreds of years, records of this had become unverifiable, existing only in that fragmentary scroll. Due to lack of evidence and overly fantastical content, this legend was considered the dying author’s fantasy, and the book was classified as forbidden by the Temple of Light.
After all, people generally believed that mental energy consumption from magic use was the price for gaining power—a limitation set by the goddess to prevent magical abuse. If such an ability truly existed, mage faith would collapse and the Temple of Light’s authority would be shaken.
“Let me confirm once more.”
Before Xien could react, Heralys suddenly cupped his face with both hands.
The jade-smooth touch returned, that soul-trembling pleasure surging again.
This time she clearly sensed it—a pure energy flowing within Xien, gently smoothing every fold in her mental world.
This power couldn’t be detected by magic, only emerging through skin contact. No wonder she’d never discovered it despite all this time.
“Just as I thought.”
Blazing light burst from Heralys’s eyes.
Since magic’s birth, though mages had always believed using magic required mental energy consumption, she’d always firmly believed that mental exhaustion came from impure faith—current mages were all incomplete, only becoming whole through completion.
Now… legend stood before her.
“Cynthia… you’ve really hidden quite a treasure.”
Heralys suddenly laughed softly, her fingertip ambiguously caressing Xien’s lips. This explained everything about Cynthia’s previous state and her attitude toward Xien.
“Lady Heralys…”
Xien was startled by her sudden transformation, cold sweat running down his back.
“Cynthia, oh Cynthia, your man is quite nice, but unfortunately he’ll soon be mine~”
Dappled shadows in moonlight couldn’t illuminate the profound depths of this saintess’s pupils.
“What… what do you want to do?”
“What do I want to do?”
She laughed softly, her other hand suddenly gripping Xien’s tie and yanking him close until their noses nearly touched. At this distance, Xien could see the fine pearl luster on her lips.
“Of course, I’m going to make you… from head to toe, inside and out, completely mine.”
Heralys pushed Xien backward, his back hitting the church wall, cold sensation piercing through his shirt into his skin. Xien instinctively raised his hands to push away, but the saintess easily caught his wrists, leaving him unable to move.
“Don’t waste your energy. In my Radiant Sanctuary, even if you scream your throat raw, no one will come save you.”
Heralys leaned close to his ear, her breath carrying rose holy water fragrance. The nun’s robe’s high slit slipped with her knee-raising motion, revealing thighs wrapped in white garter stockings, high heels hidden beneath the holy robe suggestively brushing his calf.
Xien’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently as he felt her knee pressing between his legs, applying subtle pressure.
Heralys savored his increasingly labored breathing, her thumb pressing his lower lip before sliding down his neck, drawing circles at his collarbone.
In the moonlight, her nun’s robe collar had somehow come undone by two buttons, revealing delicate collarbones and glimpses of snow-white skin.
“Wait, wait, Lady Heralys, you are the Radiant Saintess…”
Xien instinctively turned his head away, his voice tight.
“Precisely because I’m a saintess…”
Heralys suddenly gripped his tie, forcing him to bend down as her red lips nearly touched his Adam’s apple.
“I need you to ‘complete’ me even more.”
Deep within the church, pipe organ resonance suddenly echoed as magical arrays somehow activated, golden patterns emerging on the floor.
Heralys’s white robe moved without wind, silver chains in her hair making soft collision sounds.
“Don’t worry, I’ll properly ‘purify’ Cynthia’s scent from your body…”