A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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The stars are twinkling in the sky. The weather was fine during the day, so there were an unusually large number of stars today.

The stars were distant and cold, and the moon hung low in the deep, cotton-like darkness. The moon was round and full, like a disc.

"Well……"

Her body trembled.

Suddenly, Miss Graham's body began to sway, and she lost her strength and was about to fall.

"thump--"

"Miss!"

The housekeeper gasped and tried to rush over to grab her so that her young lady wouldn't fall directly to the ground.

However, the housekeeper was already in her fifties, almost sixty. She was quite old, and an ordinary person. As people age, their movements become slower, and although she had reacted, her physical condition couldn't keep up.

"never mind."

Saint Karina held Miss Graham in her arms.

She appeared to have fainted, enveloped in the light of the family crest, seemingly protecting her from the mysterious power of the night.

Saint Karina glanced at the full moon outside the window and roughly knew what was eroding her.

"Is it true that the curse is particularly strong on the night of a full moon, causing your young lady to fall into a coma and hibernate to fight the curse?"

"Yes."

The housekeeper opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something. For example, holding Miss Graham like this was simply too improper…

But without Saint Karina, her young lady would fall, and might even hit her face.

Therefore, the housekeeper refrained from saying anything inappropriate. Although she was old-fashioned, she was still reasonable.

"Should I carry your young lady to the bedroom to rest? I think she's too tired. Fighting against the curse without protection has taken a toll on her health. I think she may need to rest for a while."

Saint Karina held Miss Graham in her arms. She was well-proportioned, but not heavy to hold, like a swallow.

The soft peaks collided with each other, and Saint Karina's expression softened.

“Indeed, Miss needs a lot of rest. I’ll take you there right away. As for this adventurer, could you please wait for me in this room for a moment? After I’ve settled her in, I’ll also arrange a clean and tidy guest room for you to rest.”

"I have no opinion."

Curtis was slightly dissatisfied; in fact, she also wanted to be carried in Santa Karina's arms like that.

However, Saint Karina was mostly mean to her, but very kind to other women.

She wasn't Saint Karina's superior, nor was she her mistress. Even if she were a princess of noble birth, she was still a princess of the Toran Empire, and respect could only be found among other nobles. Saint Karina, on the other hand, was a saintess, and a saintess of the neighboring Lorian Empire; using her status to intimidate others wouldn't work.

She tried it once, in the Black Forest, and ended up getting a severe lesson.

Thinking about the lesson she learned, Curtis recalled those indescribable scenes from her memories, and couldn't help but tighten her legs, unconsciously rubbing them together.

“I’m sorry. You are all my lady’s honored guests, yet I’m treating you differently. The main reason is that my lady is still a virgin, and I don’t want too many people, not even people of the same sex. You can understand, I don’t want people crowding into my lady’s boudoir. She needs her reputation, but she also needs a quiet space where she can rest in peace.”

After explaining the situation, the housekeeper led Saint Karina through the intricate maze of rooms and corridors.

Noble mansions are all like this; the houses are built very large, sometimes resembling mazes to those unfamiliar with them.

Throughout their walk through the mansion, St. Karina held Miss Graham tightly in her arms. Her movements were careful and gentle, avoiding any large movements, and her gait was steady, ensuring Miss Graham felt little vibration in her sleep and slept soundly.

After a period of time that was neither too long nor too short, the housekeeper, carrying her mistress Saint Karina, entered a beautifully decorated room. This must be Miss Graham's bedroom; every corner was spotless, indicating that the room was regularly cleaned.

Contrary to Santa Karina's imagination, which was a pink, dreamy, feminine room, the decor here was very grand.

The bedroom's main colors are gold and white. The walls are painted and decorated with pretty wall stickers, likely designs Miss Graham liked as a child. The stickers appear to have slightly curled edges and a yellowish tinge.

There were lights on the walls, the kind that extend out like magic lights.

Near the door, there was a round table that looked like a coffee table. Against the wall was a long sofa that could seat two or three people or accommodate someone to lie down and rest. On the sofa were two purple square cushions with beautiful gold trim, arranged symmetrically on either side.

Pushing open the door and walking to the innermost part, there are two sets of stairs. The stairs are light blue with golden ribbon-like edges. In the middle, where the bed is placed, there are purple bricks. It doesn't look like pure purple, but rather a light purple with dark purple triangular patterns inside.

The bedroom features an exquisitely luxurious four-legged bed with a beautiful canopy and silk-like sheets and blankets. The pillows and blankets are similar in color to the sofa, and the sheets are painted in a shade of light blue, almost purple, against the backdrop of the floor tiles.

The most feminine element in the entire room is probably the pink color, specifically the two bedside tables beside the bed, each with a vase containing two bunches of pink flowers. Only the edges of the cabinet doors and the doorknobs are gold.

"You can put the young lady on the bed and I can look after her."

The housekeeper gave instructions.

"no problem."

Saint Karina nodded.

Then, following instructions, she placed Miss Graham on the soft bed. She thought to herself that, in her current state, even if she felt a little weight falling, she wouldn't even realize she was leaving her body.

"Thank you for everything you've done for Miss. Adventurer, what you've accomplished is something the Graham family could never repay, no matter how much they thank you."

The housekeeper's expression was very sincere. Her usually stern face relaxed at this moment.

"It's alright, I'll be going now."

Santa Karina turned around, just about to leave...

"Um……"

A soft hum made Saint Karina stop.

She wasn't only drawn to the dreamlike voice, but also to the slender, cool fingers that wrapped around her wrist like ivy.

234. Young people should not be disturbed.

“Miss Graham…”

Saint Karina looked at the well-protected noblewoman, who was sleeping in a soft bed with her head resting on a silk-like pillow. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Saint Karina, as if she didn't want Saint Karina to leave.

"that……"

Being stared at can still be awkward, even if the other person is a beautiful girl.

"I'm sorry... I heard you're leaving. You're going."

"Yes, I'm not planning to stay here overnight, I'm leaving."

"But I don't want you to leave. I've gotten used to too many people leaving me—my parents, my trusted servants… I don't want anyone else to leave me. I don't want to spend these long nights alone."

Her eyes were slightly moist; anyone who likes pretty girls would feel soft-hearted upon seeing them.

She really was like a blonde doll, so fragile and helpless, so eager to be cared for.

"thump--"

As if making a declaration, as if to encourage herself, Miss Graham used a bit of force to pull Saint Karina down and onto the soft bed.

Saint Karina did not resist, but let the other woman pull her down. She was brought to lean against Miss Graham, allowing the other woman's feminine advantage to firmly wrap around her arm and sink deep into it.

"Miss Adventurer..."

To this day, the person Miss Graham trusts is a stranger adventurer whose name she has yet to reveal.

Using her feminine advantage, she coerced Saint Karina, wrapping her arms around Saint Karina's waist like an octopus, and pressing her feet onto Saint Karina's thighs. Inadvertently, the movement might have rubbed against some indescribable place.

This is really too much... Despite being a pure and innocent noble lady, a girl who has never experienced anything, he treats Saint Karina like his beloved doll, wrapping his limbs around her, making her unable to move, and resting his head on Saint Karina's softness.

"Um, may I know your name, Miss Adventurer...?"

Her eyes were wide and fixed on Saint Karina, eager to know the answer to this question.

"Knowing my name isn't necessarily a bad thing. It just might cause you trouble."

For example, after finding out, Miss Graham no longer dared to hug her so boldly.

In fact, it was usually Saint Karina who took the initiative to embrace other women, especially after her resurrection, such a situation was very rare.

"Excuse me, could you please pull your young lady away first?"

"Hoohoohoo."

However, the composed housekeeper suddenly went offline.

She watched her young mistress and Saint Karina cuddling intimately, a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was as if she were saying, "Youth is truly wonderful."

“Oh dear, I am merely Miss’s servant and have no right to question Miss’s decision. Moreover, there is another young lady in the drawing room. I must explain the situation to her, inform her that you may have to stay overnight, and prepare a clean and comfortable room for her immediately.”

As if she hadn't understood the plea for help in Saint Karina's words, the housekeeper chuckled and left the room.

Santa Karina even heard the housekeeper lock the bedroom door from the outside. It was locked from the outside, so the person inside couldn't leave by non-violent means.

She always emphasizes etiquette and rules, but tonight, judging from the way her young mistress is showing joy towards St. Karina, she clearly enjoys it.

"..."

Saint Karina was speechless.

She was now completely embraced by Miss Graham, who clung to her so tightly that Saint Karina was almost suffocating.

She knew that the kind lady didn't mean to hold her so tightly; she was just afraid that if she loosened her grip even slightly, Saint Karina would leave, leave her life, and disappear forever.

The commission is over. Even a fool could see that Saint Karina didn't take the commission for the money. Otherwise, after the young master returned the money and the family crest to her, she could have simply left with the money and the family crest, which was worth more than five thousand gold coins.

Being wanted has nothing to do with wealth; she could simply leave the Toran Empire and live in another country.

Saint Karina possesses such high magical attainments and unfathomable strength. From the fact that she easily made the nobleman, who was protected by numerous servants and mages, reveal the truth, it is clear that the identity of the new adventurer was probably just a passing fancy for the other party, perhaps for fun or some other reason.

“I’m sorry, Melville was just too worried about me. She hasn’t seen me so relaxed and unruly in a long time. She is my servant, that’s true, but I’ve never treated her merely as a servant; I’ve always considered her family. Since my parents passed away, Melville has been there for me, educating me and ensuring I’m not ridiculed by others.”

You know, even if I were a noblewoman, someone so young and without protection, I wouldn't be able to survive without a trustworthy adult. Melville, I even considered her my mother, or my foster mother.”

Her sincere, large eyes looked at Saint Karina, and now Saint Karina could no longer push her away.

Although she didn't want to be hugged, it shouldn't be so intense as to hurt such a beautiful and lovely girl. Indeed, physical contact prevented her from freely using teleportation magic, because Miss Graham would also be teleported away. Any other method would be too violent and would injure her.

St. Karina told herself to accept her. At least, Miss Graham was beautiful, like a delicate porcelain doll; she was very clean, clearly having bathed beforehand, and didn't snore when she slept.

"Miss Graham, are you feeling a little hot?"

Once St. Karina decided to accept, she immediately noticed something was wrong with Miss Graham.

Her body temperature was too high. At first, Santa Karina thought it was because they were hugging too tightly and she was shy. But now she realized that her body temperature had risen to an absurd level.

She's hotter than anyone else. (Saint Karina, not referring to her looks.)

"Maybe it's a bit hot..."

"Shh, don't move."

The other person could feel that both of them were sweating; Miss Graham's body temperature was rising, while Saint Karina's was burning from the other person's body temperature.

So she twisted her body. Inevitably, her long, white legs brushed against Saint Karina's private parts.

It's a bit damp there, not dry at all. But don't get the wrong idea, it's just normal sweating from the heat.

“I think… the curse on you may have deepened. The family crest that protected you is too far away, and during that time your body lost the protection of magic, some irreversible changes occurred. Even if you get that item back, it won’t be all good for you.”

Saint Karina pressed her forehead against the other's, sensing the subtle changes within Miss Graham's body.

"You'll probably... become a real vampire in a few months at most."

Saint Karina made her judgment.

"Yeah……"

This time, surprisingly, Miss Graham's expression didn't even change.

Saint Karina thought that the noble lady would turn pale with fright after hearing that she might become a vampire.

"I'm so tired... Actually, I don't want to get married at all. That man and I have barely even held hands a few times. Nobles have their own pride, and even if we set a wedding date, there won't be any more physical contact than holding hands. Actually, I'm still a virgin, and I still have my first kiss."

She recounted everything quietly, treating Santa Karina as a complete listener.

She was completely unguarded. Santa Karina could get some useful information from this unguarded state; otherwise, she wouldn't have said so much to a complete stranger she had only met once and twice.

"My former fiancé, of course, is no longer. He is very arrogant, a true aristocrat. The way he looks at me is not like he is looking at a young lady. He has never praised me for being beautiful. Instead, he looks at me as if I were a convenient object."

He didn't like the people around me, and he didn't like Melville. Of course, she was too old-fashioned, and many people didn't like her either.

Actually, that swindler had attended my parents' funeral, but he didn't show any sadness, pity, or sympathy. His expression was cold and devoid of warmth. He attended the funeral only for the sake of the aristocracy's prestige, or at his father's request.

He might even be gloating. Because the way he looked at me was mocking, like he was looking at a besieged monkey. I think he might be pleased with my parents' deaths.

This was a story that Saint Karina had never heard before.

All she knew was that Miss Graham's parents died when she was very young, killed in a demon attack.