Love Letter From The Future

There was no reason to hesitate any longer.

I stood up and walked straight toward the Saintess. Fueled by the alcohol, I acted without restraint. After all, wasn’t a delicious meal laid out right before me?

Leto’s words once again came to mind.

Didn’t he say that overturning a fully set table was impolite?

He couldn’t have been more right.

But even in her drunken state, the Saintess was still a Saintess.

Surprisingly, she was the one who became flustered by my sudden shift in demeanor. Her body flinched slightly with every step I took towards her.

She kept nervously glancing at me before cautiously asking,

“Uh, are you really going to… heut?!”

Of course, it was a question that didn’t need to be asked.

My hand moved without hesitation, grabbing the Saintess’s breast. She immediately let out a lewd moan.

I had always been genuine. It was only through sheer willpower that I had managed to restrain myself until now.

The Saintess was beautiful and beyond that, possessed an incredibly alluring body.

Any man would inevitably feel desire.

At first, of course, I felt guilty.

Back then, there was nothing between us. To harbour lust toward the Saintess of the Church of the Heavenly God was a grave sin deserving of divine punishment.

But a bond had formed between us since then.

Yet I had to constantly remind myself to stay in check even then. In fact, the closer I got to the Saintess, the more pathetic I felt for failing to live up to her trust.

Countless times, I told myself I shouldn’t dare act this way.

But every time she clung to me, I couldn’t completely erase the traces of my burning emotions that stirred within me. And how she teased me for it, time and time again.

Yet now, it was the Saintess who was pleading with me instead.

Begging me to violate her pure body and defile her to my heart’s content.

Being a man, how could I possibly resist it?

I savoured the feel of her luscious flesh that I hadn’t experienced in a long time. That supple and elastic feel still amazed me.

Senior Delphine’s breasts were impressive, but the Saintess’ were even more so.

Truly fitting as the source of holy power.

While thinking such drunken nonsense, I roughly kneaded her breasts. She let out heated, panting breaths each time I did it.

“Haaaah, umm… ugh, hnng...”

The only disappointing thing was that she kept her head lowered.

I couldn’t see her expression because of it.

I could only guess she wasn’t entirely displeased, judging by the sweet moans that were starting to slip out.

It was ridiculous.

Here I was, analysing another woman’s reactions just because I spent one night with Senior Delphine.

Men truly were creatures obsessed with showing off.

Then, a question suddenly popped into my mind, and I asked the Saintess.

“So, is it true?”

“Hnng, haa… ab-about what… ngh?!”

Squeeze! When I squeezed a bit harder, her reaction became even better.

I repeated it once more, since it was an important question.

“You said I could do as I please, even if it’s forceful.”

With a flinch, her body trembled, as if she had just recalled her own words.

Startled, she lifted her head. Her beautiful light pink eyes were fully locked on me.

She was so flustered that she couldn’t even focus properly.

“T-That was! I-I mean… heut?!”

She tried to make some excuse, but I had already seized her weakness.

I finally realised the perfect way to handle the stubborn Saintess.

All I had to do was squeeze her breasts every time she started to protest.

It was incredibly effective, and above all, it felt good.

There couldn’t have been a better alternative.

For the first time, I spoke to her informally.

“Is it true or not?”

As I kneaded her breasts more roughly, she ultimately gave in.

Just as my hand was about to pinch her hardened nipple.

“I-It’s true!”

Her reply slipped out between moans.

Panting heavily, she gave me a desperate look.

In fact, by now she wasn’t in her right mind anymore.

It was to be expected, after drinking so much and suddenly having her breasts fondled by a strange man.

“It-It’s true, you can go ahead…”

I was overwhelmed by the desperate look in her eyes.

For a moment, I hesitated, unsure of what to do, before my hand moved toward her cheek.

There were still traces of the tears she had shed earlier. Unconsciously, I gently wiped away the tear stains.

It was then that my eyes lingered on her face and I found myself blankly staring at her enticing lips.

Come to think of it, hadn’t the night with Senior Delphine started like this as well?

We drank, got carried away, succumbed to temptation and then shared a kiss.

Our tongues intertwined, and that’s when everything began.

Am I about to spend the night with someone again today?

And not with Senior Delphine this time, but another woman entirely.

The Saintess, who was just gazing at me in silence, suddenly took my finger into her mouth.

It was an unexpected move.

Startled, I tried to pull my finger away, but the Saintess began to earnestly suck on my index finger.

Slurp, Smooch.

She nibbled and sucked on my finger, passionately kissing it and entwining her tongue around it.

The fact that it seemed to be an instinctive act made it all the more arousing.

Her light pink eyes swirled with desire as she looked at me.

After spending quite a while sucking and licking my index finger clean, she finally released it, letting out a hot breath as she did so.

The cool air brushed against my wet finger.

As if the time it was enveloped in her warm, moist mouth was already nothing more than a fleeting dream.

My hand hurriedly grabbed her shoulders. I managed to calm my breathing even as I struggled to hold back my rising desire.

Still, with a voice that carried a lingering tremble, I asked her,

“This could become a big problem, you know.”

It was my last bit of self-restraint .

Barely managing to hold back the urge to push her down right then and there, I spoke to her with a serious expression.

“Because you’re the Saintess of the Church of the Heavenly God… Once we start, I won’t be able to stop.”

And to be honest, I had no intention of stopping.

I couldn’t even predict what would become of our relationship after this.

The Saintess of the Church of the Heavenly God losing her purity?

This wasn’t a trivial matter. Though love itself wasn’t a sin even for a woman like her, she would most certainly be stripped of her title as Saintess.

A ‘Saintess’ was a kind of symbol. If her value was compromised, a replacement would naturally be sought.

In that case, her dreams would be inevitably shattered.

Hadn’t she once said how she wanted to create a better world for orphans and the vulnerable?

It wasn’t a goal that could be achieved through personal charity alone. Without the involvement of the state and society, such an idealistic vision was impossible to realise.

Could I really be the one to shatter that dream?

It was a decision that would take everything from her—her honour, her purity, her future. The reason I hesitated until the very end was the immense weight of that responsibility.

To hold her in my arms, such complex considerations were necessary.

This was a decision on an entirely different level compared to simply enjoying a reckless fling with Senior Delphine.

If I were in my right mind, the sensible thing would have been to stop.

And yet, why were we both here like this?

It was truly the magic of alcohol and the night.

And it seemed the spell had yet to be broken.

The Saintess gave a sad smile.

“I’m fine.”

I am fine.

Those words carried two implications.

First, literally, the Saintess had already made up her mind.

Second, it was a rhetorical question.

Her unvoiced doubt—‘I’m okay, but what about you?’—stabbed straight into my heart.

How about me?

Instead of answering, I reached out to her . Pulling her waist tightly, I enjoyed the feel of her hips and her fragrant scent.

With my free hand, I held her chin, watching her light pink eyes slowly flutter shut and just as our lips were about to touch—

A loud shout came from outside the tent.

“Intruder!”

The abrupt warning startled me and I instinctively adjusted my posture.

The Saintess seemed equally startled; despite her dazed expression, she hurriedly adjusted her disheveled clothes. I quickly scanned our surroundings.

The commotion was brief.

I could hear the soldiers rushing out, rummaging around everywhere. Then, I noticed a shadow flitting past the side of my tent.

Anyone could tell it was a suspicious presence.

I dashed out of the tent without hesitation. At some point, a hatchet had already found its way into my grip.

Where is it? Where?

I closed my eyes and focused my senses. Following the lingering presence, I moved just a bit further to the side.

Then I unleashed a strike like a bolt of lightning.

*Thwack—*the hatchet embedded itself into the ground. The frozen ground mercilessly shattered, sending clumps of soil flying.

And then, a faint scream emerged.

“KYA-KYAAAAAAACK!“

I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword and pushed off the ground, only to suddenly come to a halt.

Between the tents, in a place obscured by darkness was a girl with dark blue hair, collapsed on the ground.

It was a face I knew well.

The Empire’s Fifth Princess, Cien.

She was looking up at me with somewhat frightened eyes.

“…Your Highness?”

I was stunned for a moment.

I immediately ran to the princess and checked her condition. No matter how insignificant she might seem, she was of imperial blood, and the consequences would not be trivial if she were hurt.

Fortunately, except for falling on her buttocks, the princess didn’t seem to have any injuries.

Sniffling, the girl began to whimper at me.

“S-Sir Ian… Near the tent, there was a suspicious shadow… I got so scared, so I came looking for you. Hick, hic…“

So that’s why she came to find me.

Then, being mistaken for an intruder, she almost got hit by my hatchet. She had every right to feel wronged.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I gently patted the princess’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, Your Highness. Everything will be sorted out soon. It was probably just an elf scout checking out our camp…”

As I calmed her down like that for a good while, the situation came to an end and she finally stopped crying.

By then, the lights in my tent had gone out, leaving it dark.

The Saintess must have returned as well; it would be troublesome if she were caught in my tent.

Sighing, I irritably scratched my head.

Ah, the mood had been perfect.

Then again, thinking back, perhaps it was fortunate that I could retract such an impulsive decision.

Even if it wouldn’t have mattered much for me, the Saintess had far too much to lose.

Besides, I’d still have plenty of chances to discuss with her in the future.

Just as I finished organising my thoughts and was about to turn away—something unexpected caught my eye.

Not far from where the princess had collapsed, a handkerchief was lying on the ground

I tilted my head in puzzlement and reached out.

Upon closer inspection, I realised it looked familiar.

“…Isn’t this my handkerchief?”

I always carried one in my pocket. You could say it was part of a noble’s etiquette.

What puzzled me, however, was that I usually kept a spare handkerchief back at my quarters.

Even today, I must have left it inside the tent.

Could I have carried it around while drunk and dropped it somewhere by accident?

I quietly tucked the handkerchief back into my pocket and glanced up at the moon.

An intruder appeared just as I was about to kiss the Saintess.

The commotion was subdued shortly after and now, the handkerchief that should have been inside the tent was outside.

In a daze from the alcohol, I uncharacteristically muttered to myself.

“How suspicious…”

This seemed like a time when I could really use Senior Neris’s help, in more ways than one.

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