"The truth is, I received a marriage proposal."
She didn’t deliver the High Priest's words without caution.
Even though it was legally permissible to have multiple husbands, Altus had always served her without the slightest shortcoming.
That was why she couldn't help but worry if he might feel slighted.
But contrary to her concerns, Altus simply fell silent for a moment before offering a gentle smile.
"What kind of person is he?"
Drip, drip.
The sound of tea trickling into the empty cup was, as always, calm and soothing.
‘Is he really okay with this?’
Liliana hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Prince Liber. He’s the former third prince."
"...Ah, that man."
At those words, Altus's expression seemed to stiffen momentarily.
It was understandable.
This was a man rumoured to change women every week.
As the late king’s son, he naturally held a claim to the throne, but even his former supporters had turned their backs on him due to his scandalous private life.
For someone like Altus — a devout Holy Knight — the very idea of bringing such a man into the temple would be deeply unsettling.
Would he oppose it now?
Would he cautiously suggest reconsidering?
Or would he get angry and ask how she could even think of having such a man by her side?
Liliana found herself watching his reaction nervously.
If she rejected the marriage proposal from the royal family, the High Priest would surely lecture her for days, but Altus had always been her ever-devoted knight and her first husband.
She didn’t want to do something he would resent.
But Altus didn't shake his head.
He simply seemed to ponder something for a moment on his own, then gently took her hand and smiled.
"Then I will prepare to welcome our new family member."
Did she feel a little disappointed by his calm reaction?
In fact, it seemed like that was the case.
・・・・・
When Liliana opened her eyes, she found herself in her own room as if by some miracle.
Her body, which had been stuck in the wall, was now lying comfortably on a soft bed, and a nightgown was draped over her thin slip.
"...Ugh."
Liliana sat up, her body stiff and sore.
Judging by the aching all over, last night's events were not a dream after all.
When she lifted her clothes, red marks covered the area around her chest.
Liliana covered her face with her hands.
"Really......"
It was true that she had taken in two men while stuck in the wall. And it was true how she had felt in that moment.
Overcome with sudden shame, she struggled in embarrassment.
How was she supposed to face those two from now on? She was going to see them again today.
What reaction would Altus have? And Liber?
Surely they wouldn’t tell anyone else about what happened last night, would they?
Knock, knock.
It was then that she heard a knock on the door.
Liliana peeked her head out from under the blanket.
A familiar voice reached her ears.
"Saintess, it's Agnes. May I come in?"
Agnes was a priestess who assisted Liliana.
She was also the one who made sure that Liliana, who was a heavy sleeper, did not miss the prayer time.
The fact that a priestess she knew by name and face had come meant that Goddess Aurora's punishment was over.
Liliana sighed with relief and nodded.
"Yes, please come in."
Soon, the door opened, and Agnes, dressed in neat priestly robes, entered the room.
"You're up early today. Did you have a peaceful night?"
“...”
Liliana remained silent at the usual greeting, feeling a sudden pang of guilt.
Was it a peaceful night?
Being spanked on the bottom by Altus and taking Liber's cock deep into her throat?
Agnes tilted her head, as if wondering what her hesitation meant.
“Is there perhaps a problem...?”
"Ah, no. There's no problem at all."
"I see. Then I will inform His Holiness that the marriage was successfully established."
Perhaps because of the marks left on her body, Agnes didn’t seem to doubt that Liliana had spent her first night with Liber.
Liliana sighed deeply as she watched Agnes leave the room.
・・・・・
‘My Mother, my Goddess. Please remove the wicked thoughts from within me. Take away this unbearably petty jealousy and anger, and with mercy and benevolence, help me embrace those I despise…’
Altus lowered his clasped hands.
He had been in the prayer room since early morning, but he couldn’t focus on praying at all.
Every time he closed his eyes, the events of last night kept flashing before him.
The Saintess, stuck in the wall, unable to move, and he, daring to enter her without permission.
After drinking a glass of wine that the High Priest had offered to comfort him last night, he entered his room and wondered if he was seeing things.
Although it was unlikely that he would get drunk from just one glass of wine, the scene before him was too surreal.
The Saintess, unable to move, with her bottom turned toward him.
From the moment he saw her like that, blood rushed to his lower body, but he was a Holy Knight accustomed to patience and restraint.
Besides, Liliana couldn't see him anyway, so she wouldn't notice the bulge straining his trousers.
Altus tried to act indifferent and help the Saintess in her predicament. But then…
“I think Mother is punishing me… um, for letting my thoughts wander during the ceremony.”
Among all the believers in Goddess Aurora, she was the one closest to Her.
And yet, such a person had other thoughts during the sacred wedding ceremony.
The moment Altus heard this, he couldn’t help but imagine what could have been.
What if he had opposed the marriage?
What if he had grabbed the old priests by the collar and scolded them?
At the very least, what if he had warned them about what kind of man Liber really was?
He hadn't intended to oppose Liliana's second marriage from the beginning.
He had been trying to accept that damned prince as family from the day he first heard about the marriage proposal until the wedding ceremony.
He endured so much — preparing the groom's quarters, arranging the prince’s tutor, even smiling as he handed over flowers and wine at the ceremony.
But when he realised that Liliana herself didn’t want this marriage either, he felt a deep regret mixed with a small hope.
Maybe this wasn't a punishment after all.
Maybe Mother was giving her closest Daughter a chance to reject the marriage she didn’t want.
But the Saintess did not understand the goddess’s will.
Instead, she boldly offered to take that man’s filthy member into her mouth, knowing full well that he was listening beyond the wall...
That was when an inappropriate impulse struck him.
Was it a momentary impulse? Or was it the breaking point after long patience?
Altus stripped Liliana of her underwear and spanked her defenceless buttocks hard.
If she could forgive and accept such a vile act with that filthy man, then wouldn’t she also forgive what he, who had faithfully served her all this time, might do?
Originally, he should have dropped to his knees and begged for forgiveness immediately afterwards.
He should have pleaded for punishment for daring to touch the Saintess's body without permission.
But the sensation of her skin, smooth and yielding under his palm, numbed his reason.
Every time he spanked her, her buttocks, reddened and writhing, seemed to urge him to do more, and a strange sense of satisfaction welled up at the thought that the moans from beyond the wall were because of him, not the prince.
What kind of expression was she making? What face did she wear as she sobbed?
Even as he did things he could never do if he were facing her, he imagined her expression.
Her shame-flushed face, eyes reddened and raw, clinging to him, begging.
But in the end, Liliana took the prince’s cock into her mouth.
There were no screams or sounds, yet the silence spoke volumes.
Imagining the scene beyond the wall, Altus did something he was never permitted to do. As if unaware that tomorrow would come.
“...”
The consequence of his inappropriate lust was happening right now.
When he came to his senses, Liliana had vanished without a trace, along with the hole in the wall, and all he could do was pray to the goddess above.
Please grant him the courage to face his saintess once more. And the strength to accept even those he despises within his heart.
Altus sensed someone’s presence just as he clasped his hands together again.
He slowly turned his head.
Standing there was none other than the aged High Priest.
"...Your Holiness."
"You seem to have had a sleepless night."
It was a kind voice.
Altus did not respond.
The High Priest studied his complexion and continued speaking.
"I heard that last night, the marriage between the Saintess and Liber was fully established."
It was a question to the man staying in the next room, asking for confirmation.
Altus remained silent, bit his lip, and then slowly nodded.
"...That’s right."
The establishment of the first night was determined by whether the genitals were united.
But judging by the way the High Priest spoke, it seemed that Liliana had answered that she had consummated the marriage last night.
Lying to the High Priest was a grave sin, but he was a Holy Knight who swore to serve the Saintess — and her first husband.
He could never make her out to be a liar.
"I see, that's how it is."
The High Priest nodded slowly.
Fortunately, he seemed to understand Altus's hesitation as a sense of complexity about his wife having a second husband.
“Why do you want to keep that man by the Saintess’s side?”
Altus blurted out.
He was a worthless, rag-like man who wouldn’t even lie down if there was no woman on the bed.
Though of royal blood, he lacked the dignity and refinement to match.
If it were true that a woman's body became looser after being with many men, wouldn't his cock, which had been in countless women's bodies, be as thin as a little finger by now?
"It’s the Saintess's decision."
The High Priest spoke gently but firmly.
Altus clenched and unclenched his fists.
"Wasn't it Your Holiness's suggestion?"
"Why do you think the Saintess did not refuse? Even though she cherishes you so much."
Altus fell silent at those words.
The High Priest looked at him and smiled warmly.
"It seems that the Saintess hasn't told you yet."
“...”
“She’s always been very cautious. Well, now that the marriage has been consummated and Liber has officially become part of your family, it shouldn’t matter if you’re told…”
The High Priest hesitated a bit, as if unsure whether to speak or not.
Altus patiently waited for him to continue.
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