119th
Sodomora, the city of pleasure and the goddess’s holy warrior
119 ? Sodomora, the city of pleasure and the Goddess’s Templar #3
There is a technique in wrestling called the bear hug.
A technique where you hug your opponent’s side with all your might like a bear, putting pressure on their side and waist, causing pain.
Of course, the person being attacked would not stay still, so this technique was mainly used between people with a large difference in physique or strength.
So to speak, I, the big Samaritan, am the one who mostly does the bear hug, and the goblins, who are like piece of shit, are the ones who mostly break your back in this passionate hug.
Kwaaaaah.
“Geeeeeek-!”
But damn it, it was happening to me right now. I wasn’t some fucking vicious Samaritan, I was just some goblin, dammit!
Not only was the tightness strong enough to suck all the air out of my lungs, but the sharp blade-like decorations on my armor stabbed me here and there, giving me a real taste of the agony of being squeezed by a medieval torture device.
A hell of a blade that you can never escape from no matter how hard you struggle.
In the midst of this terrible suffering, strangely enough, there was a strong scent of roses.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna die….”
The end of my life was a rosy ending, where I was held in the arms of a strange woman and lost my life. Sval, some might say it was a coincidence, but even so, this was a bit off.
As my vision slowly became blurry due to the pain.
“Stop it.”
Again. Again. Again.
Dangling, dangling-.
The high-pitched sound of heels hitting the marble floor and the high, distinctively feminine voice echoed throughout the vast temple.
Even in the midst of the commotion and the fainting, that voice alone is particularly clear, perhaps because the vocal range is at a special frequency.
Could the sound that follows be something like the sound of a bell or a bell?
“That’s enough, Psyche.”
“Ugh… .”
The strong demon that had been holding my waist suddenly lost its strength. My eyes, which had been dark, began to regain their light.
“Brother, are you okay!” I was finally able to come to my senses as Malko’s voice calling out to me began to grow louder.
“Oh, shit!”
With my strength back, I jumped up from my seat and got into a posture so that I could swing the club at any moment.
Because who knows, this thorn-clad knight might embrace me again or swing his hammer at me once more after having a change of heart.
However, unlike me who had gathered my fighting spirit, the white-armored knight lowered his head like a scolded animal and took a few steps back hesitantly.
The sound of high heels toward her.
Crack, crack.
“She is a saint.”
“Venus’ champion has appeared in person. How lucky.”
As the sound got closer, soon everyone around me got down on their knees and bowed their heads.
Flounder.
Even Malko, who was standing next to me, chose to lie down on the bare floor.
“Brother, what are you doing! Hurry up and bow down! You must never look at my face!”
And then he never forgets to whisper to me in a small voice. I was embarrassed, but I wasn’t completely oblivious.
So I decided to bow my head to the floor, reluctant to listen to the approaching sound of high heels.
Even in this temple, the highest person was walking around – that much he could vaguely tell. In this world and in the past, high-ranking people liked to bow their heads to him like this.
Anyway, when I was lying on the floor like that with my forehead pressed against the floor.
Again.
The sound of heels coming near me stopped, and then a cold, piercing voice rang through the air again.
“Psyche, the Temple Warrior. Why did you act so rashly? As a loyal servant of Venus, you have a duty to uphold your dignity.”
“Huhhh… .”
“You thought this man was a believer of Pluto? Hehe, how could that be? This is the temple of love. How could a believer of an underground god who does not know love enter here?”
“Huhhh… .”
“But you found out that she was your lover? Hehe. No way! That’s even more impossible. Your lover died a long time ago. She was thrown into Tartarus, Pluto’s prison. She’s no longer in this world.”
“Ugh…!”
“What, what did you say!? How dare you say such rude things to me! Psyche! I am Venus’s earthly representative! No one can say such things to me!”
What the fuck, what the hell is this weird conversation?
I wondered if we were really communicating with each other, or if we were role-playing to tease and prank me.
But I didn’t have the courage to raise my head and look up, so I just listened quietly.
Or just stare at the floor.
On the marble floor, which is shiny enough to reflect objects, a dress as light as a pink high heel and a white calf slightly revealed between them are reflected.
And if you keep following the end, isn’t there a provocative black underwear that’s even deeper inside?
Shit, is what I’m seeing real? Is this real?
A number of thoughts were running through my head, but I was startled by a voice that suddenly burst out like a roar.
“Psyche! In the name of Venus, I command you to return to your room immediately!”
“Ugh…!”
“Come on! If you spit on my words one more time, I’ll make your armor even heavier! I’ll make you crawl on all fours!”
“Huh, huhhh… .”
“Yes, a woman crawling on all fours in front of people like a dragonfly. Even with your short hair, it must be very ugly and unattractive, right?”
That was the end of this strange conversation, as the clanking, clanking sound of the metal pieces colliding with each other slowly disappeared into the far corner.
I guess that girl, the Paladin Psyche, heard what this weird pink high heel woman said and went back to her room.
It’s a bit funny to judge a person’s mood by the sound of their footsteps, but I also felt a bit lethargic and downcast.
Anyway, I too was happy to see the spiked armored vehicles disappear.
Of course, it couldn’t be said that the situation was completely resolved… .
“So, I was enjoying a long break. What on earth is going on? You, the black-haired one. Are you perhaps a follower of Pluto, as the Templar says?”
Even though there were no eyes on the back of my head, I could clearly feel that eyes were fixed on me. So I just kept my eyes down on the floor and answered desperately.
Perhaps this woman is powerful enough to make people kneel down. If she makes a mistake or is disliked, she might be in big trouble!
“Pluto is the most disliked god of Pluto.”
“… Oh, even so, I never thought I would say such a thing to one of the three Lords. Now that I look at it, you are quite a courageous warrior. By the way, the black-haired Samaritan… Are you the Hassan of Samaria who has been making a fuss in the city these days?”
“If you are talking about Hassan, the adventurer of the Mars Guild, then I am correct.”
“Oh my, you are said to have done a great job in capturing the heretics. To suspect you of being a follower of Pluto? The Templar and I have done ourselves a great disservice.”
Again.
The sound of heels became even louder. The woman was standing right in front of my bedside. The fluttering dress on my head tickled me very much.
But even in the midst of all this, my eyes were fixed on the floor with my pupils as dilated as possible. Looking at it this close, I could see that it wasn’t just black, but also had some bold lace on it!
“Warrior of a foreign land. As a reward and apology, I allow you to see my face. You may raise your head.”
“Yes, okay?”
Allowing me to see your face. I wondered if that was some kind of compensation or apology.
“Oh my god, I can see the face of the saint.”
“I envy that savage bastard. I could spend three days with just one look at his face.”
“Smell it a lot. The air the saintess exhaled. Whoa-.”
I couldn’t help but feel puzzled, because people’s reactions were starting to get a little heated. How can you hit your daughter just by looking at her face? Is that a pornographic face? What is it?
Then I heard a voice from above my head.
“You don’t have to be ashamed. And you can be proud. I am the earthly representative of Venus, the first of the Three Graces. My beauty is so great that I dare say it is the greatest of all creations. I have been given the opportunity to welcome it…!”
“Oh, I see.”
But I couldn’t even bring myself to raise my head and look up. My eyes were just looking at the floor as always.
The floor surprisingly reveals a lot.
“You can’t even raise your head. Hmm, you’ve been given this great opportunity, but you’re refusing it? You’re a more shameful warrior than I thought. Okay. Then-.”
Just as this saintly woman was about to continue speaking, a loud rustling sound was heard from somewhere, and then one of the people screamed for the temple to leave.
“Whoa, Wedge! Sval, Wedge! Wedge turned to stone! Shit, he turned into a statue!”
“You idiot! That’s what happens when you look at the face of the saint without permission! If you don’t want to turn to stone, close your eyes!”
A person turned into stone? Juji, who had been growing bigger little by little, instantly shrank at those horrible words.
My Juji knows better than anyone else the curse that turns a person’s body into stone.
Isn’t that the “curse of Dousa” that forced me to be a slave to Elfriede and forced me to be mean? A woman who can cast a powerful curse just by looking at her face! Shit, this is so horrible.
Because of that, I couldn’t even bring myself to look up at his face.
“The temple is a bit noisy today. Those who have been turned to stone should buy some holy water from the temple of Venus and sprinkle it on them to get better. It only costs 2 gold per bottle.”
2 gold?
I need to buy 2 gold worth of holy water to cure the curse.
2 gold. 2 gold is 200 silver. 200 silver is 20,000 coppers, which is a lot of money that can buy Luna’s favorite 20 copper grilled fish a thousand times!
I pictured the sky with a thousand magpies fluttering and fluttering in my mind. It was a truly majestic sight, the sky dyed in countless wings.
2 gold is a huge amount of money that can fill the sky. Sval, 2 gold is deducted just by seeing your face!
While I was in such shock, a voice came from above my head.
“You. Hassan of Samaria. I will have you taken to a private room. I will see you there.”
* * *
Temple of Venus, the goddess of beauty.
The annex built inside resembled a small indoor garden.
From red to yellow, rose petals in colors I’ve never seen before are scattered here and there, and colorful butterflies and white pigeons are busily flying above them.
Kur.
Kukurururu.
It was a nice place. But on the other hand, it was so crazy that I thought I would lose my mind. Wow, there are so many pigeons.
A couple of them sat on my shoulder and head. They didn’t seem to be afraid of people.
Kukurukuk.
Bangbong.
This, this fucking pigeon. Wasn’t it a parrot or a pigeon?
While these chicks were doubting whether they were really pigeons, Malko spoke in a solemn voice.
“Brother, I have been invited to the saint’s private room. I don’t know if this is a dream or reality.”
Malco, who was sitting on the sofa with me, also seemed quite bewildered by the current situation. He was busy looking around the world around him like a soldier on military leave.
I asked that guy.
“Hey, is Kalidur okay?”
The bald Kalidur lost consciousness and his legs were shattered while fighting the monstrous crusader to protect me.
It was a serious injury at first glance, so I wonder if it could be treated in this world where medical technology is not yet developed.
“Your brother will be fine, since the priests of Venus have taken him to the infirmary. But instead, brother, take a look at those paintings.”
I looked toward the wall Malko was pointing at with his finger. Then I saw that the walls were lined with very strangely shaped paintings.
“Sval, what is that?”
These were paintings that seemed to have come out of some weird joke, out of place among this beautiful architecture.
All that was drawn in the frame was a woman wearing a pink dress. However, most of them did not have anything that could be called a head or face drawn above the dress.
Is this an otherworldly impressionist painting technique?
It was so creepy because it was full of egg ghosts and headless duras. A picture drawn by a neurotic kid? What the hell is this?
As I was frowning with curiosity, Malko looked around, realized there was no one around, and quietly whispered to me.
“I heard through rumors that the Saint of Venus had a hobby of hiring painters to draw her likeness. However, it is said that there was no painter who could draw the Saint’s face.”
“Because if I look at your face I turn to stone?”
“No, it’s simply because there were no skilled enough people to capture the saint’s beauty in their paintings. There are more than a dozen painters who broke their brushes and bards who broke their instruments because of the saint!”
Shit, that’s it. I started to slightly anticipate how beautiful it must be for people to make such a fuss about it.
If I had known this would happen, I would have looked at your face instead of your panties reflecting on the floor earlier.
No. Women are the most beautiful when they retain their mystery. I don’t regret my choice.
anyway.
“What, how pretty must she be for you to make such a fuss?”
“Isn’t it true that you call yourself the earthly representative of Venus, the highest of the Three Graces? But even so, there must be a reason why you don’t listen to anyone’s criticism.”
“hmm.”
“Actually, I don’t know either. If the young lady who is favored by Lady Minerva is compared to a saint, she must be incredibly beautiful!”
I too had heard of the name Yeong-ae.
The count family that serves as the chairman of the city council of Sodomora. The only daughter of the count who holds immense power.
Sodomora, or rather, she was a person rumored to be favored by Minerva, the goddess of wisdom, because she was so pretty and intelligent that everyone in this kingdom knew her.
That’s why people in this world often use the phrase ‘as pretty as Yeong-ae!’ as a compliment when referring to pretty women.
Of course, I have never met him, so I don’t know how noble his face is. But he must be a good person, since he gave me a club and even gave me a name.
If you have a good heart, your face will look prettier. That’s probably why people exaggerate and praise you. People in this world generally don’t feel guilty about exaggerating.
Just like a big cat can become a lion.
Anyway, while Malko and I were talking excitedly,
Crack, crack.
The sound of high heels began to be heard from afar.
Dangling, dangling-.
A sound like a bell hanging on a cat’s neck was also heard. At that, Malko and I bowed our heads as if we had made a promise.
I think I finally understand why I wear high heels and why my shoes make noise with bells.
It’s a real cat with a bell around its neck. Sval, a walking cursed projectile. There is no ultimate weapon.
“Have you been waiting? The reason I called you to this private room is because I have something to tell you.”
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