Saint Lady, Please Let Them Go

Chapter 2: Confessing to an Enemy? Who is the Saintess’s Next Target?

In the Holy Empire, the Holy Light Church was the most prosperous and had the most followers.

People came here seeking spiritual solace, finding guidance and motivation to move forward.

Verna was one of them.

Since her father, Baron Kanis, passed away, apart from practicing magic, Verna often came to the Holy Light Church to listen to the teachings of the Holy Light.

Her mother, Rona Kanis, used to be a believer too.

But after her father’s death, her mother wept day and night, her mind in a daze, and stopped coming.

Today was not a planned day for worship at the church.

But Verna’s heart was in turmoil.

Having lost her virtue to an inexplicable female thief before marriage, Verna was filled with shame, anger, and helpless confusion.

“I… last night… I was defiled by a demon…”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the Confessional Hall fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Clear tears streamed from her eyes, and Verna’s countless complex emotions, with no one to confide in, were ignited.

A fallen family, a dazed mother, the wolves circling around, and her own inability to protect herself.

Perhaps it was an illusion caused by her crying, but Verna felt that this time, Saintess Sophia’s silence lasted longer than usual.

Fortunately, the other spoke.

“Do not panic in all things, do not be reckless in all things. May the Holy Light shine upon your darkness, daughter of man. Did you truly see the demon’s face?”

Verna shook her head: “No. But she was a woman, of that I am certain, Your Holiness!”

“By the Holy Light.” Sophia sat up straight, her voice light. “The Holy Light has heard your pain, daughter of man. But why do you call a woman a demon?”

“Because…” Verna gritted her teeth, “because she defiled my purity! Only a demon would do such a thing!”

“I’m sorry, Your Holiness, I cannot speak in detail. Such filthy matters might taint your ears.”

Not speaking in detail was a lie.

Verna simply didn’t want to recall the soul-consuming pleasure and hatred from last night.

The intertwined, complex emotions were nearly drowning her, suffocating her.

But then the Saintess raised her hands, and the golden bell on her wrist let out a crisp sound.

A beam of light shone through the window of the Confessional Hall, the morning sun like gold, radiant as fire.

In that moment, an indescribable sacred majesty filled the entire Confessional Hall.

Verna felt as if she were being purified, her inner turmoil, anger, and fear all alleviated.

Only calm remained, echoing within her.

Worthy of Your Holiness, far beyond the priests, with a sanctity, warmth, and kindness that Verna admired.

“The Holy Light is with you and me.”

“Daughter of man, do not be afraid.”

“Where the Holy Light shines, all evil and darkness in the world shall perish, and any filth will be purified into nothingness.”

“It will hear your pain and grant endless light to devout believers.”

The other’s words seemed to carry a magic, making Verna involuntarily recount what happened last night.

After baring her soul, Verna felt an immense relief, as if a mountain pressing down on her had been lifted.

Even her tone became lighter.“Your Holiness, I was defiled by a demon woman. Could I beg you to purify this filthy body of mine?”

The girl’s starry eyes, filled with longing and devotion, sparkled with piety and admiration.

In her eyes, the holy and kind Saintess before her nodded in the name of the Holy Light.

“Naturally, your devotion is clear to the Holy Light.”

“But the Holy Light has told me that you are without sin and not a defiled body.”

Hearing this, Verna asked in surprise: “Really, Your Holiness!?”

She stepped forward excitedly.

“The will of the Holy Light needs no questioning.”

“I, I’m not questioning… I’m just, just so happy… If people found out I lost my virtue before marriage to a female thief, like that… there would probably be no place for me and my mother in Red Maple City.”

Mockery, disdain, shock…

On the Continent of Tran, unions between women were not uncommon.

But losing one’s virtue before marriage, especially for a noble lady, was a serious matter.

If mishandled, it could lead to universal condemnation.

Let alone being defiled by another girl…

Such explosive news.

Given their family’s current state, if this got out, many would likely seize the chance to sensationalize it, secretly abducting her and her mother…

After all, no one would stand up for a noble family with a ruined reputation.

Only the Holy Light would embrace them.

Only Your Holiness could be confided in…

She would surely not leak a single word.

Verna trusted the Saintess so, trusted the Holy Light.“Come forward, daughter of man. The Holy Light has embraced your fear and filth.”

“Now, let it purify you.”

At these words, Verna hurriedly stepped forward, reaching the jade steps.

Saintess Sophia stood, her exquisite, curvaceous figure captivating Verna.

Her face, veiled behind light gauze, sparked endless imagination.

And that flowing, starlit silver hair, adorned with saintly ornaments, was utterly transcendent and holy.

She lightly descended the jade steps, approaching Verna.

“May the Holy Light purify the daughter of man’s filth, calm her fears, soothe her breath, grant her peaceful days, and build sweet dreams in the night.”

As her words fell, the Saintess raised her slender fingers, gloved in silver-white silk, and cast a purification spell on Verna.

A holy magic array formed in her hands, strands of platinum holy light falling onto Verna.

The girl closed her eyes comfortably, savoring the purification of the Holy Light.

Warm and soothing, so pleasant.

When the purification was complete, Verna, seeing the Saintess turn to ascend again, impulsively called out: “Your Holiness, wait!”

“Daughter of man, what more do you seek?” the other turned her head, asking softly.

Verna, thinking of the idea that popped into her mind, asked with both fear and anticipation: “May the Holy Light forever shield Your Holiness, Lady Sophia, I… I know this is rude…”

“But there is still a stain in my heart that has not been purified.”

“Last night, being… by a woman, it left a shadow deep in my heart, so, so could I touch Your Holiness’s hand?”

“I want… I want in the future, when I recall that painful darkness, it won’t be the demon woman’s filthy darkness, but you…”

“You are the embodiment of the Holy Light. A devout believer of the Holy Light does not wish to be swayed by the shadows in her heart. I beg you to grant me a second holy purification.”

After speaking, Verna closed her eyes, nervous and afraid.

Such an impudent request could understandably be refused.

But if it was the kind and holy Saintess Sophia…

“Of course, daughter of man. Such a small request from a believer of the Holy Light shall be granted.”

As expected!

Verna’s breathing quickened with excitement.

Looking at the hand extended to her, she felt her heart pounding.

Lady Sophia’s hand!

So holy, so delicate, so perfect…

Verna reached out cautiously, as if handling the most fragile thing in the world.

So soft.

So tender.

So fragrant.

So fair.

This was the hand of Your Holiness?!

Truly…

Too wonderful!

In her mind, the shadow left by the demon woman last night was replaced by the Saintess’s hand.

When Verna walked out of the Confessional Hall, still dazed, she was savoring that world-shaking touch.

But…

Why did it feel so familiar?

Perhaps because I am a believer of the Holy Light, a follower of Your Holiness…

Verna reasoned to herself.

Then she left with steps far lighter than when she arrived.

What Verna didn’t know was that after receiving this “confessor,” Saintess Sophia left the Confessional Hall and returned to her residence.

She approached her dressing table, picked up a silver fox mask, and her voice lost its sanctity and majesty.

The Saintess’s eyes were filled with seductive, captivating ripples, her growing, wild desire barely suppressed.

“As expected, one time wasn’t enough… What a pity Verna won’t let me succeed again these few days. So whose flower shall I pluck tonight? A bit troublesome.”

“Speaking of which, just now, Miss Nifreya from the Minglu Merchant Guild, who rarely goes out, came to confess… It seems my earlier arrangements worked.”

“That tender face, those pure eyes, they really make one want to devour her.”

“It’s time. It’ll be her.”