Do not be unconvinced. Sigh, the lords of the Sanctuary are truly lords!
The Radiance Dynasty has already enjoyed eight hundred years of national fortune, which is quite long. Most kingdoms turn to dust after two or three hundred years, while the Sanctuary has a history spanning thousands of years.
When something has existed for a vast stretch of time, people tend to believe it will continue to endure for a long time to come.
Even though Helen's attitude toward outsiders could be described as polite and gentle, she still carried an inherent arrogance in her bones. Yet, this arrogance was completely shattered in front of Faust.
So much so that a thought, one she had never entertained before, stirred within her heart—a shortcut to progress further on her path of cultivation.
"It is truly a pity. If the frost-walker were still operational, I could head to the battlefield of the Second Empire right now."
Helen nodded noncommittally. Her mind seemed entirely absent from the topic, and she unconsciously edged closer to the man.
Faust could clearly see the fluttering of her long eyelashes beneath the black veil and could smell the increasingly distinct, unique, faint fragrance on her, mixed with the warmth of the sunset.
"Brother Faust, actually, I have one more request..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly arched her back, clutched her lower abdomen, and began to tremble violently all over.
"Ha, ha..."
Her red lips parted slightly, emitting a panting sound that invited misunderstanding... wait, perhaps it could not be called a misunderstanding.
Because Helen was, in fact, in heat.
Although almost all the young women around him seemed to carry a bit of suppressed longing, Helen's level of suppression was quite unique.
The affection of others was understandable; at most, it was simply meeting one's dream lover in reality.
But the nun was not like that. It seemed she was genuinely reacting to Faust on a physiological level.
Whether through sight, hearing, or smell, the moment she sensed Faust's presence, she would uncontrollably go into heat.
Most of the time, she could endure it with great effort, remaining composed, but sometimes, after the threshold was breached, she would collapse to the ground like this.
Faust could not imagine what kind of temptation his own scent—marinated in the essence of Mephistopheles—held for these nuns who inherited the blood of the holy kings.
Mephistopheles merely offered a speculation:
【It is likely an impact sufficient to pierce through a son of man's willpower. For her, just smelling the scent on you is enough to make her body twitch. If she did not possess a path specifically strengthening her spirit and will, she would instantly become your slave.】
Very well, the temptation is indeed great.
In the past, when such situations occurred, the prince would temporarily withdraw.
But this time, Faust tilted his head and said:
"If you truly cannot hold back, I do not mind helping you clear the channel."
"What do you mean, clear the channel?"
However, Helen asked back with a frown, as if she did not understand.
Still playing games with me!
Faust laughed in exasperation. He coughed twice and said:
"There is no need to feel embarrassed. I am well aware of what you seek. After these few days, Sister Helen, you are truly a bit... ahem."
The nun of the Sanctuary was by no means an innocent soul ignorant of the ways of the world. This hint finally made her understand.
"Brother Faust? You have misunderstood."
Helen lay on her side on the floor, clutching her lower abdomen tightly. Biting her silver teeth, she desperately held her head up and said:
"I have indeed developed improper fantasies and impulses toward you, but I am certainly not coveting decadent pleasure, placing my own joy above you, Brother!"
Faust: "...Actually, I do not mind that much. You should know that I am considered a rather romantic monarch."
However, the nun shook her head stubbornly:
"It has nothing to do with you, Brother Faust. This is a trial... I will not bow to mindless, ugly instincts! I will never let them erode my reason!"
Helen gritted her teeth, cold sweat streaming down her face as she twisted on the floor, saying in a trembling voice:
"No... I am a monastic of the Sanctuary, a noble one who has inherited the bloodline of the holy kings. How can I admit defeat?"
How moving!
Seeing this, Faust was filled with respect and stood by to wait quietly.
For someone who possessed such iron-like willpower, no matter who they were, the prince held a sense of respect.
Helen's convulsions lasted for a full quarter of an hour. Only then did she stand up, drenched in fragrant sweat, tidy her disheveled monastic robes, and bow to apologize to Faust:
"Apologies, I have made a spectacle of myself."
"It is nothing, but you looked quite painful. Are you sure you do not need your Brother Faust's... no, I mean, do you not need me to help you alleviate it?"
Faust frowned and said:
"Although the dogma of the Sanctuary is celibacy, I remember that it is merely an encouragement, not an ironclad rule."
Moreover, to take a step back, rules are things only the lower classes need to follow. Those who set the rules can be as willful as they like. Having held power for so many years, Faust had long since lost any sense of awe for laws and dogmas.
"Painful?"
Helen tilted her head, then chuckled softly:
"It must be painful to be effective, Brother Faust. You might think I am enduring pain, but in reality, there is nothing more joyful than this."
"Hmm?"
The golden-haired, golden-eyed nun took off her black eye-veil with one hand, while the other pressed against her full, towering breasts, which were partially hidden by her habit, and said:
"The bloodline path that we descendants of the holy kings inherit is that of the 【Pilgrim】. This is a path of the ascetic sect, but unlike paths such as the 【martial saint】, what we temper is not the flesh, but the spirit."
"Only by transcending the spirit and enduring all manner of tempering can the 【Pilgrim】 progress further and reach the realm of piety."
"Before this, I had entered a bottleneck period. Whether it was being blinded or keeping silent, sealing off any number of senses was to no avail. It seemed that nothing in this world could stir my heart. My arrogance was almost impossible to shatter—until I met you, Brother Faust."
Helen hugged herself, her beautiful body trembling slightly:
"The impulse to want to kneel at your feet like an ant, begging for your favor—it was truly... something I have never experienced. It is wonderful. In my past life, I never thought that I, a noble descendant of the holy kings and a loyal follower of the Sacred Deity, would become so base!"
"Brother Faust, my request to you is that I hope you... can curse me. When we are alone, please, curse me to your heart's content. It would be even better if you would trample me mercilessly. If you do that, I will have no other desires."
Faust understood, and he was deeply shocked.
You are quite the eater too. Alkin has found a kindred spirit, it seems.
However, Helen was much more perverted than Alkin. The wolf-girl only wanted to edge, to ferment the deliciousness to the limit before devouring it, and she had no masochistic tendencies. But the former was, well, ugh.
"Mephistopheles, are all your followers this perverted?"
【Please do not equate the behavior of a fan with the idol, thank you.】
【That is why I said, the idol really must be destroyed. This wishful fanaticism and worship is, after all, a lack of freedom. What a pathetic person.】
I do not know if it was just an illusion, but Faust always felt that Mephistopheles's words were filled with sighs.
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