Chapter 22.2 - Light Church’s Saintesses Fleeing the Holy Land Part 2 (2/2)

The underwear of Maria and Tiffany was unexpectedly bold. Following an unrestrained and sexy fashion, it seriously contradicted their saintess identities. Originally, Clyde had thought that they would choose conservative underwear and had never expected that these two belonged to such a forbidden class. If they had not unintentionally exposed this, Clyde would have never guessed this fact.

Maria wore a golden openwork lace style, and Tiffany wore a purple version, both of which were practically transparent. Clyde’s gaze moved down, and he was able to make out those alluring red cherries. Nevertheless, deliberate action or not, Clyde wasn’t affected by these hidden temptations. He reached out and fastened their buttons, ending this beneficial scene.

It was not like Clyde had never such sights; he had experienced even more stimulating scenes. The experience of lying in bed together with Valkyrie Cynthia and Princess Saras was far more taboo than the current situation. After arranging for the saintesses to lie on the carriage’s couch, Clyde went outside to check the situation. Not long after he had left, Maria and Tiffany pretended to wake up since they had just been pretending to sleep before.

“Mister Clyde truly is… We wanted to give him a little reward, but he didn’t want it. He isn’t like Prince Elvis, is he? Thinking about it, I actually heard that he had once made an appointment with Prince Elvis.”

“Tiffany, didn’t you say we would just probe him? What, do you want to play for real?”

“Maria, I was joking just now. Please forget it! But, if Clyde truly helped us build the churches, I guess I could consider…”

“Tiffany, your thoughts are dangerous! You need to read the Light Holy Scriptures more.”

Outside the carriage, Clyde was entirely unaware of this small drama. Now, the carriage was stopped at Lawrence River’s bank, and he was preparing to use a newly constructed floating bridge to continue onward to Steinbeck Fief. Fortunately, no one from Light Church had been sent to pursue them. Apparently, they expected the saintesses to return on their own after a month upon failing to build a church. Originally, when Clyde had left, the floating bridge had been destroyed, but the neighboring nations wanted to attract Witch Ista’s attention, so every now and then, they would come and help Steinbeck repair the floating bridge free of charge. This saved Clyde a lot of money, so he noted their contributions.

On the other side of Lawrence River, many unoccupied camps were gradually falling apart beneath the elements. They were the remains left behind by the small-scale investigative units various nations had sent out to investigate Steinbeck Fief. As for those troops, nine times out of ten, they had never returned. Those who had intruded into Steinbeck Fief without authorization were treated as bandit groups, and Princess Natalie, who was responsible for the defense of the fief, was not soft-hearted.

Not far away from the carriage, Clyde saw a familiar figure wearing a black gothic Lolita dress. This silver-haired Bloodkin Lolita was his younger sister Lucifer. With a leisurely smile on her face, she didn’t seem to care about the carriage where her two old enemies, Light Church’s saintesses, rode.

“Big Brother Clyde, do you want to consider signing up with the headquarters of Clark Alliance’s Slave Guild? In such a short time, you actually kidnapped two beautiful big sisters. Even Light Church’s saintesses weren’t spared! Don’t… don’t hit my head!”

“Younger sister Lucifer, don’t say such things randomly! They took the initiative… Wait, why should I explain myself to you!”