Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

In this world, Dragon Hearts were mediums that could store, release, and amplify magic. Once stored, there was no loss in quantity no matter how long it was kept, and the amplification effect was everlasting, requiring no recharging. What a ridiculous item the Dragon Heart was. In the original work, Aria made good use of the Dragon Heart she obtained by killing Mahbat.

I thought of using it to store my magic, and have Rosalia pretend to pray, using the stored magic to impersonate the God’s punishment. Even just showing that the Goddess no longer tolerates the corruption of her believers would be effective.

The effect was indeed overwhelming. Everyone was shocked to see what looked like a direct punishment from the Goddess. After finishing her pretend prayer and opening her eyes, Rosalia slowly looked around the prison, and everyone trembled and avoided her gaze.

Rosalia’s shoulders cutely puffed up, pleased with this reaction. As Rosalia strutted around, Laura approached and whispered, “You have every right to be proud. Anyone who didn’t know better would think it was the Goddess’s punishment.”

“That’s because I chose that magic on purpose.”

“How many spells do you know?”

“If we don’t distinguish by rank and just count by number, maybe a few thousand? I know a lot, but there are only a limited number that are useful in actual combat. Still, there are definitely more than a hundred.”

“If I didn’t have my memory as the crown prince, I would’ve been so surprised my eyes would pop out.”

While we were having this silly conversation, Rosalia was still looking at the imprisoned nobles. Perhaps because of the atmosphere, her movements and expressions were much more natural than before.

“Is there anyone else who wants to be purified of their sins?”

Of course, there was no one, after seeing someone burn to death right before their eyes. Everyone desperately tried not to catch Rosalia’s eye. But when her gaze lingered on one person for a while, they even bowed their head and begged for forgiveness. Seeing that things were going as I expected, Rosalia called for the Royal Guard as if she had seen enough.

“Can I ask you to clean up?”

“Yes, of course!”

Perhaps because they had just witnessed a divine miracle, the Royal Guard was tense. Rosalia, on the other hand, strode out of the underground prison. We followed her.

The atmosphere was completely opposite from when we went down. Rosalia exhaled and sighed, “I thought I’d suffocate down there.”

“You seemed to enjoy it, though. Did you like seeing the nobles tremble?”

“Well, I recognized a few faces. After the original Rosalia was stripped of her saint candidate status, she was Aria’s slave, right? There were a few men who tried to get close to her to take ownership of her, but Aria turned them all down. They’ll never know, but I remembered and took my revenge.”

The reason Aria always kept Rosalia with her and never let her go was out of fear of what Rosalia might do if she was set free. Considering that, they had needlessly earned her enmity.

“If that’s the case, you could have just killed them here.”

“Hmm? No, it’s fine. Aren’t we going to use them to show off to the people anyway? We’ll just pick them first.”

She hadn’t given up on her revenge.

“So, is the test over? Can we move on to the real thing now?”

“Yes, we should. We’ve confirmed that the Dragon Heart is working properly, and the Royal Guard was fooled by the effect, so it’s good enough. Now we just need to make sure we don’t delay the other preparations too much. The whole point of this is to prevent chaos by providing a focal point for the believers who have lost their center.”

The main reason for establishing a new religious order with Rosalia as the saint was to unite the believers who had lost their center and prevent chaos from spreading.

There were even testimonies that the people who had suffered from the atrocities of the Starlight Sect were now committing unspeakable atrocities against the clergy.

If we waited too long and let the situation get out of hand before trying to establish a new religion, it would be a severe case of putting the cart before the horse.

“Hey, Mira.”

Suddenly, Priscilla tugged at my sleeve.

“Can I go somewhere for a bit? There’s somewhere I need to go. I’ll be right back.”

“It’s fine. I can wait, so take your time. Are you going alone?”

If it was a place where she could have company, Priscilla, with her personality, would have definitely asked if she could come along. But since she said that, it must have been intentional.

“……Yes.”

As I expected, Priscilla nodded cautiously. Then, she hugged me tightly one last time and ran off somewhere, but she came back in less than 10 minutes.

“You’re back early.”

“Yeah, it didn’t take long.”

“What did you do?”

Priscilla hesitated for a moment, then said with slightly downcast eyes, “I went to see my sister. She’s still locked up.”

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Three days later, with the help of the mages who willingly offered their services as slaves, I finished all the preparations and checked Rosalia’s attire one last time.

Rosalia was not wearing the saint’s robe of the Starlight Sect or the starry robe she had been wearing, but a black nun’s habit that emphasized her figure without any exposure.

Rosalia did 100% of the design herself. She said that her divine power had increased significantly due to the recent events, allowing her to cover her entire body.

“Hoo. Now that we’re about to start, I’m getting nervous.”

“You’ll do fine. We’ve practiced several times, haven’t we?”

“Well, we did, but the most important thing is left.”

“The most important thing? What is―”

Before I could finish my sentence, Rosalia pressed her lips against mine. She hugged my neck tightly, pressing her chest against mine, and our tongues and saliva busily moved between our connected lips.

Only after my mouth was filled with the taste of Rosalia could I take a proper breath. Rosalia cut the silver thread that connected us with her fingers, put it in her mouth, and licked it, then smiled.

“This.”

“……”

“We did this when we first met, didn’t we? You promised not to leave me.”

“……Yes, I did.”

“This kind of thing requires a lot of mental preparation. Now that I’ve charged my courage, I’ll be right back.”

Her body lightly ascended to the altar. An enormous crowd watched as Rosalia took each step towards the altar. Finally, standing at the top, Rosalia opened her mouth and spoke in a loud, clear voice.

“Today, we gather here to confess our sins.”

Of course, this was also my magic. To those who did not know the truth, it would seem like a miracle from the Goddess herself, speaking without the aid of a sound amplification magic tool.

Especially considering that everyone except Rosalia and the hero had lost their divine power.

In an empire where divine power had disappeared, the words of a saint candidate, one of the few who could still wield the power of the Goddess, would be seen as a sign from God, and those who still had faith would have no choice but to follow.

“How have those people been doing?”

I asked the Red Tower Master, who had come to stand behind me at some point. Knowing that I would have noticed his presence, the Red Tower Master replied nonchalantly.

“Most of them were doubting themselves and wandering aimlessly. When they heard that the saint candidate had something to say, they gathered on their own. Thanks to that, it was easy to gather them.”

The purpose of this whole endeavor was to bring these people back. After being released from captivity, having been judged as having no serious charges despite being seduced by succubi, these people had lost their sense of purpose and were wandering in life.

While the upper echelons of the Starlight Sect were rotten, the lower ranks were functioning properly through the power of faith. If we could show them a new light and guide them, at least they would be able to return to their normal lives.

It was inevitable that those around them would look at them with disdain, but that was something we would have to gradually change.

“By the way, Red Tower Master.”

“Yes, Mira Crate. What is it?”

“……Never mind. Just, don’t wear that kind of outfit again.”

“……Yes, rest well.”

The Red Tower Master, wearing a dress that exposed so much skin that it was hard to find a place to look, left with a sullen expression.

‘I told them to see if it would work or not, and she actually did it.’

They were truly remarkable people. Usually, when someone says that, it means that it will absolutely not work, and most people wouldn’t even attempt it.

I turned my attention back to the altar. Rosalia was continuing the play as planned.

“God has not abandoned us. She is disappointed by the corruption and evil. As proof, we have dared to forsake God and indulge in our own desires, and we have bowed our heads to the demons. Who among us is guilty of this sin?”

Her voice began to rise slightly when suddenly―

“……Huh?”

The clouds above the altar parted, and a ray of light descended, shining directly on Rosalia’s head. Worried that my magic might have gone out of control, I stood up, but Rosalia seemed fine.

In fact, she looked puzzled as she looked up at the light above her. Her body began to float in the air. Her confused expression turned to one of surprise as a halo of light appeared above her head, radiating brilliance, and a pair of golden wings sprouted from her back.

The black nun’s habit, woven from the silvery threads, turned white, and four pairs of golden wings appeared behind her.

In this unexpected situation, even the Royal Guard, who was supposed to bring the corrupt priests as planned, was frozen in place. The people watching were speechless.

‘That is…’

I knew what this meant. Priscilla and Laura probably did too.

Rosalia had been chosen as a saint.