Even If I Die, I’ll Bite One More Time...

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A few weeks had passed since the eerie owl’s cry that rang through the Holy City had disappeared.

- “Long live the Saintesses!”

- “Long live His Holiness the Holy King!”

- “Shouldn’t it be ‘Your Holiness’ rather than ‘His Majesty’?”

- “Is that so?”

When all the priests and holy knights fled as Ophir advanced on the capital, the Saintesses forgave the Holy Kingdom for slandering them and sealed Ophir away.

They had been cursed as harlots by the very people they had saved, yet still taught them and set about correcting their false doctrines.

They exorcised the ghouls of the priests and holy knights who had stubbornly clung to their regrets and paid the price, as well as the Holy King, saving the Holy City once more.

When the Saintesses who had achieved such great things became the next Holy Kings, not a single person opposed them...