Massive.
Gigantic.
Powerful.
Destructive.
Those were the only words that could begin to describe the impact of what I was seeing.
A stunning woman with silver hair and violet eyes, wedged into the wall, her ample chest bouncing with every struggle.
Two enormous mounds—each larger than her head—defied gravity, retaining their elasticity and softly swaying as though flaunting their presence.
How strong must her Cooper’s ligaments be to support that?
Considering breast augmentation doesn’t exist in this era, this was undoubtedly natural.
It felt like I was witnessing the limits of human biology being showcased right before my eyes.
Even Camilla, who boasts a figure that dwarfs most women, would be outclassed here.
This was on another level entirely—untouchable.
If I could touch those just once—
“Snap out of it!”
I coughed and shook my head furiously.
What are you doing, you idiot?! You’re on a mission, not ogling strangers!
“Ahem. How can you be so sure we’re not from the Holy Nation?”
“Well… no one from the Holy Nation would be wandering around the Holy See at this hour in those clothes. At this time, only patrolling priests are around here,” she replied as if stating the obvious.
Right.
That checks out.
Anyone here at this hour not in priestly robes would either be a thief or a foreign spy.
Shouldn’t have even asked that.
“And your accents are odd. I can understand you, but the way you pronounce certain words is unusual.
From my experience, people from the Ulranor Kingdom usually have that kind of habit.”
She even pinpointed our country of origin.
Our cover was blown in an instant—this woman was surprisingly perceptive.
‘Draw your blades,’ I silently signaled.
“Understood,” my men responded, gripping their weapons.
Sorry, but witnesses can’t be left alive.
As much as it pained me to consider eliminating her—and it did—I prepared to strike swiftly, aiming for her neck.
But before I could, she looked at us with hopeful eyes and made an unexpected request.
“So, what’s your goal for breaking in here?”
“…What if we don’t answer that?”
“That’s fine! I’ll cooperate with you! Just get me out of here! I actually know a lot about this place, so I can help!”
What?
My hand, poised with a dagger, froze mid-motion.
Cooperation?
She’s suddenly offering to help a bunch of strangers who’ve broken into her nation’s most sacred institution? Why?
If she works in the Holy See, the very heart of the Church, she must hold a significant position, along with considerable power and wealth.
The idea of someone like her suddenly being so accommodating didn’t give me relief—it only raised my suspicions.
What could possibly motivate her to act like this?
“…That’d be difficult. A civilian without training would only slow us down.”
“It’s fine. I’m a saintess, after all. I can enhance my body with divine power to keep up with you.”
The word saintess left her lips so casually that not only I, but everyone in my group froze on the spot.
Saintess.
Anyone who followed the Goddess Church knew that title.
It wasn’t just a position—it was the title of the one chosen by the Goddess herself, her sole representative on earth.
The saintess was revered for her infinite mercy and miracles, her role in healing the sick, and her status as the most sacred and significant figure in the Church.
Even though she had never left the Holy Nation, her reputation was so vast it had reached the very corners of our kingdom, overshadowing even our own leaders.
And she’s saying that she—this busty woman stuck in a wall—is the saintess?
“If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you. Oh Lord, may Your power descend upon this earth…”
Sensing our disbelief, the woman—no, the saintess—grabbed my hand and began chanting a prayer.
Immediately, I felt it.
The scars on my skin—the deep, twisted ones that no healer, no matter how skilled, had ever been able to mend—began to fade away.
Within moments, the mangled patches of my skin smoothed over, replaced by healthy, unblemished flesh.
These weren’t minor injuries.
They were battle wounds I had carried for years, the kind that even the most seasoned doctors in my kingdom had deemed untreatable.
This… this is real.
There were no signs of illusion, no tricks to it.
If this were some kind of false miracle, I would’ve noticed something off by now.
This wasn’t the result of a hidden elixir, nor some forgotten ancient spell.
She had simply spoken a few lines of prayer, and yet the effect was undeniable.
“This should be enough proof, right?”
I couldn’t deny it anymore.
This woman was indeed the saintess.
In this medieval fantasy world, there was only one being capable of performing such feats.
“My apologies, Saintess.”
“Ah, don’t be so formal! Honestly, I’m used to being looked down on by everyone here anyway.”
Her tone was light and self-deprecating, as if being disrespected was just another part of her daily life.
The saintess, with a trace of frustration evident in her voice, stretched out her arms and sighed.
“Well, could you help me get out now? My back’s really starting to hurt.”
“Of course. Guys, grab hold of her and pull carefully.”
“Ah! W-wait! My lower stomach hurts a lot, so go easy!”
What followed was a chaotic scene.
Some of my men grabbed her arms and tried to pull, while she yelped in protest.
Another grabbed a pickaxe to widen the hole in the wall.
It was a noisy yet strangely subdued commotion, and after about 20 minutes of tugging, shifting, and the occasional startled scream—
—CRACK!
“She’s free! Finally! You’re welcome!”
“Thank you! I can finally move again!”
We helped the saintess to her feet, and I handed her some water.
She had been stuck for who knows how long, so I figured she could use a moment to recover.
“You must be exhausted after being stuck in such an uncomfortable position for so long, but… if I may, I have to ask. Why are you helping us? Aren’t you part of the Holy Nation?”
Her face darkened for a moment, and she shook her head slowly.
“…That’s not an easy question to answer right now. Explaining everything would take far too long.”
Why would someone like her—a saintess, no less—volunteer to betray her country, without any pressure or coercion?
As I mulled it over, she broke the silence.
“But there is one thing I can tell you. I despise the Holy Nation as it is now. Perhaps more than anyone else in this world.”
“…Despise it?”
“Yes. That’s why I can do this without hesitation. As long as I can ruin this damned country and reclaim my freedom, I’ll do whatever it takes. On my name as the saintess, this is the truth.”
Coming from an ordinary noble or royal, swearing on one’s honor wouldn’t carry much weight. But coming from a saintess, it was a different matter entirely.
Her position wasn’t just a title—it was a symbol of trust and authority, as the sole earthly representative of the Goddess herself.
In other words, the saintess’s name carried the weight of divine authority and honor.
To swear on it was to pledge her utmost sincerity.
No one who truly serves the divine would dare invoke their name for a lie.
“…Understood. I’ll take you at your word, Saintess.”
I collected my thoughts and spoke.
While I couldn’t grasp the full story yet, one thing was clear: this woman was on our side.
For now, she could be trusted as an ally.
“Alright, can you tell us where the document archive is? Somewhere they’d store classified information they wouldn’t want anyone to see.”
“If you’re looking for documents, it should be on the fifth floor. Near the bishops’ private dining hall, there’s a black door. Try there.”
“Hans, Georg, Joachim—you heard her. Go up there and grab anything important.”
“Understood, sir!”
“Saintess, are you sure no one’s on duty in that area?”
“It’s a classified archive. Who would be standing guard there? Just watch out for the guards patrolling the fourth floor, and you should be fine.”
Well, that’s what we thought last time too, and it didn’t exactly go smoothly.
Regardless, my men followed the saintess’s directions, heading up to the fifth floor.
Before long, they returned, their arms full of papers.
“Commander! She was right—it was all there. We found everything.”
“There’s tax records spanning the past ten years, a national treasure inventory, even a list of the Holy Pope’s personal assets!”
“There were also internal meeting minutes, so we took the whole lot!”
“Did you find anything explaining why they’ve been meddling with our kingdom?”
“We didn’t check thoroughly, but it’s likely in there. The documents were intact—no redactions or destroyed sections.”
“Good. Nice work.”
With the saintess’s claims now proven true, there was no reason to hold back anymore.
Using her guidance, we ramped up our search, pillaging other key locations throughout the Holy See, the underground treasury, the relic vault, even the Holy Pope’s private kitchen.
If it looked valuable or important, we went through it all.
And as for the kitchen? Well, that was because our saintess mentioned she was hungry.
Apparently, she’d used up too much energy smashing through stone and digging tunnels all night.
Seriously, what on earth happened that the Goddess’s representative ended up escaping by literally punching holes in buildings?
“What the hell is this? Johannes’s Longsword? Wasn’t that one of our kingdom’s lost relics? That’s what they taught us back at the academy.”
“We found it tucked away in the relic vault. Looks like these bastards got their hands on it during the civil war and kept it hidden as stolen loot.”
“Disgusting scum. Pack it up. It belongs to us.”
As we rummaged through the relics, we found several artifacts belonging to our kingdom that had been missing for years.
Johannes, the first saint canonized in the history of Ulranor, had his sacred relic stolen and hidden away here. The audacity of these thieves.
Besides the longsword, there were other items as well: a royal scepter, a gauntlet, a brooch—all belonging to our kingdom. We took everything.
We even grabbed relics from other nations while we were at it, making sure to obscure the trail so no one could trace the theft back to us.
“Alright, if everything’s packed, let’s move out. We’re heading back.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take me with you,” the saintess suddenly interjected.
“You’re planning to return to your kingdom now, right? I want to go with you.”
“Are you serious? You’d be heading to a country where you don’t even speak the language.”
“Learning a language is nothing. Living here is unbearable. I’d rather struggle abroad than stay in this hellhole.”
“…Fine. You’re coming with us then, Saintess.”
With arms full of loot, we made our way toward a carriage we had scouted earlier. It would save us the trouble of carrying everything by hand.
But just as we headed down to the garage with the saintess, someone stepped on a suspicious floor panel.
“Uh, Commander? When I stepped here, it felt like the floor—”
EEEEEEE-AAAOOOOGAAAA!!!
The deafening wail of alarms echoed through the halls, followed by the shouting of guards.
“INTRUDERS! INTRUDERS IN THE HOLY SEE!”
Damn it.
So that’s why the security seemed so lax—it was all a trap.