On the road leaving the town of Flores.
Clatter, clatter.
The carriage bumped along.
Every now and then, Elisa wanted to lift the curtain and look back.
He wouldn't cheat, would he?
That nun left even earlier than she did.
Unconsciously, she pressed her toes together.
Although she wasn't confident in many areas compared to the nun, at least... based on observation, her feet still had charm.
Whether he wanted to be a groom or a minister, she really couldn't rely on him anymore. A hundred years had passed; she could be an Empress. She could also be a sensible wife.
"Your Highness Elisa, why didn't you take the groom with you?"
"In my opinion... his swordsmanship is extraordinary. Perhaps even my father could only draw with him."
Outside the carriage, the young knight responsible for guarding couldn't help but speak up.
Even though he had been defeated by Silas in one move before and felt humiliated, the more he thought about it later, the more he felt Silas should be a knight. With that kind of outstanding swordsmanship.
"Hmph. Forget your father Pinkman, even your great-grandfather Leitman..."
"My great-grandfather? That's impossible, right? I admit Mr. Silas's swordsmanship is impressive, but my great-grandfather was someone who participated in the defense of the Holy City a hundred years ago, and had a life-and-death friendship with the legendary Duke who was ordained by God."
"..."
The statues in the Holy City had stood for a hundred years. Silas's statue had long been deified. Some even said he was the ancestor of the Elisa family. The Grand Emperor.
Bastard.
A hundred years ago, saying "uncle and niece" was bad enough. Now the rumors could even turn into "father and daughter." Why couldn't she be the mother?
"He has no desire to become a knight. The Elisa family doesn't like to force people."
"Is that so? Is Your Highness willing to give up such a talent? If you offered generous conditions..."
"You think I wouldn't do that?"
"Apologies, this subordinate overstepped."
"..."
Elisa pouted inside the carriage.
What generous conditions?
The Empress had personally given her body to him. What else did he want? It was fine not mentioning it, but now that it was brought up, Elisa wanted to go back and stomp on Silas hard. When he left, he dared to grope her everywhere intentionally, and then didn't take responsibility!
Mmh...
She had tacitly accepted that he treated the nun as a wife too.
But what about the future?
Who would hold the wedding first? After having children, would they live in the Holy City or the small town... He didn't mention breast milk with her, but he could say it to that slutty nun.
Did he care about nothing but feet?
She remembered what the Courtesan said a hundred years ago.
'The more tolerant you are, the more they will push their luck.'
'Life will get harder and harder.'
Probably not.
He didn't do it on purpose. In the end, squeezed between her and that nun secretly competing, he looked quite distressed too. He didn't disappear on purpose.
The nun lost her husband in the fog. From what she overheard, it seemed to be even earlier than her... people in the fog could live for a very long time, their appearance maintained at a fixed age.
How many more hidden cards did the Church have?
She had to work harder. Just like his saying, "Is there any land under heaven that is not the King's territory?", how long would it take? No matter what, she definitely had plenty of motivation now.
And those crystal high heels...
That kind of thing.
She would prepare them next time they met. But Elisa hoped to do something else, like making Silas more interested in her equally sizeable breasts.
Whoosh!
She was contemplating.
The carriage suddenly stopped.
"What happened?"
Elisa frowned and lifted the curtain.
"Your Highness, there are many piled-up corpses ahead."
"..."
Without the knight saying it, Elisa began to smell it too.
A uniform stench. The unique odor of the dead. And these living corpses held short knives, even flintlocks.
They belonged to a higher grade of living corpses.
Logically, they couldn't be killed by simple physical attacks. But the corpses here had been treated very brutally... for example, entrails pulled out, limbs cleanly severed. The bones in their bodies completely crushed. Directly causing them to be unable to move even if they still had "breath."
"Your Highness, these things... don't look like normal humans."
The young knight and the knights around him all turned pale.
"Capture one to take back. Burn the rest. Also, take a few men to patrol the surroundings to see if there is anyone else."
"..."
Elisa gripped the heirloom tightly.
She wasn't afraid. In her years as Empress, she hadn't been without assassination attempts. The thing in her hand was her trump card. So far, except for being useless on Silas, there had been no accidents.
Soon.
The young knight returned from his patrol.
"No other people were found. But this subordinate saw the convoy of the Noye Church... they also stopped because they encountered some strange corpses. The way those things died is the same as here."
"In my opinion, it looks like someone foresaw that the convoy would be attacked... and eliminated them."
"..."
Elisa put the heirloom back in her pocket.
Did that nun do it?
It wasn't impossible to use tentacles to turn these guys into such a miserable state.
Trying to curry favor with her so soon? Hmph. Unnecessary, does she think I'm weak? It's just big breasts and knowing how to use them... the maid at home might be just as skilled as her. Wait until I practice some more, then we'll compare.
"I know who did it. Burn them all. Just keep one corpse to take back."
"Yes, ma'am."
"..."
Soon, over a dozen corpses were burned to ash. The young knight dragged the corpse Elisa requested, enduring the nausea as they continued on the road. He no longer had the mood to chat with Elisa.
Inside the Lord's mansion.
The reason the maid lady didn't go to the stable to deliver things to Silas was simple.
"I originally really wanted to introduce your daughter to my little brother."
"She's capable and quiet... very cute. Although her status isn't that good, like my brother, she drifted here from far away."
"But, my brother now has a biological sister who is an Arch-Nun... it wouldn't be appropriate for me to be a matchmaker anymore."
"..."
In the maid lady's room, the oil lamp flickered.
Before her was a baby-faced young girl. Beside her was a mother with equally large "papaya" breasts. Both were dressed very simply.
"Madam, I'm not saying your daughter isn't good enough for my brother... I mean, after all, my brother has a biological sister now, and her status is very high."
"Hehe, it's okay."
The papaya-breasted mother shook her head.
"Then, would Madam and this little sister like something to eat? I still have some bread here."
Perhaps feeling guilty, the maid lady took out her dinner.
"Thank you, we won't be polite then."
"Please, don't be polite at all."
"..."
Watching the young girl eat silently, her cheeks bulging. Her face was still a bit dirty, and the papaya-breasted mother wiped it for her. The maid felt emotional. What a pure mother and daughter.
If this kind of girl married her brother, there would absolutely be no trouble. She would be very obedient, and the family wouldn't need her brother to exert too much effort. No family drama or anything, since she heard they had no relatives.
"What did you take your daughter to do? Getting so dirty. This little sister has such a small frame, don't let her do heavy labor. Those people see your daughter is a child and only has her mother with her, so they definitely won't give you much money."
"Ah, there's blood too... is the little sister injured?"
The maid saw bloodstains on the girl's hair.
"...Not mine."
She shook her head softly. There were still bread crumbs on the corner of her mouth, and her bulging chest swayed slightly with the motion.
"This child. Mmh..."
The maid lady hesitated for a moment and looked at the papaya-breasted mother. "How about this, you and your daughter can come to the Lord's mansion to take some miscellaneous jobs. The pay isn't much, but it's better than doing those life-threatening jobs."
"If you want someone to rely on... my brother is really a nice person. If you don't mind your daughter being a concubine. I can still introduce them."
"..."
The girl looked at her mother beside her.
"This sister is asking you, are you willing?"
The papaya-breasted mother seemed to have no objections, smiling.
"Concubine. Okay."
The girl thought for a moment and agreed blankly.
Her voice was soft and sticky. The maid lady liked it very much.
She must be so cute because her mother's genes are good, right? Her chest too... even though her face looks a bit childish, it's actually as big as mine.
This big-breasted mother too, in her thirties but with such good skin. Still very charming after giving birth, if she changed her outfit... in the maid lady's eyes, she would be about the same as the Nun Bishop.
The maid lady couldn't help but wonder.
If she had a child with her little brother, would it grow up to be this cute? The chest shouldn't be small either...
No.
Masturbating to her brother was already evil enough; she couldn't fantasize any deeper. From now on, she would switch to fantasizing about that dignified nun and her brother being lewd; using that as a side dish, she wouldn't have to suffer from moral dilemmas.