Chapter 463
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Chapter 463:
"So this is the canvas you're giving me to work with?" Medea eyed her newest victim.
"....why do I feel scared?" Jeanne looked at me.
I gently patted her head. "It's called survival instincts."
"Meep." Jeanne slowly inched behind me.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Medea asked.
"Eh, going to some gathering of a bunch of factions or what have you. I'm dragging Jeanne along with me. From the letter Yasaka received, some Angels are going to be there." That and no one else really cared about interacting with the other factions.
Hell, I was basically going just to politely decline their request.
It was a bit bigger than I had thought it was going to be. Honestly, I was thinking something along the lines of each group kicking their youngest together and telling them to start punching suspected enemies.
Especially since Odin was the one who technically set everything up.
Come to find out, it's a bit more intricate than that.
Reminded me of the whole Peace Meeting, honestly.
Not only were a bunch of other Factions gathering in Hell, but they're bringing their 'newest generation' as Odin put it.
Yasaka obviously wanted nothing to do with it. Doubly so since we're preparing to invade the Fae Lands, which was understandable in our position to decline any invitations. So, I want to do my part as her man to smooth over the rejection with at least my presence. As she said, it would give them face and wouldn't come off as us just snubbing them, even if we had proper reasons.
It was rather abrupt, all things considered, but I supposed it was something that was weighing on the minds of other factions. We sort of wiped our hands of the issue and dropped the problem in their laps, they don't have the luxury of ignoring everything and continuing as was.
I could imagine it was a pleasant reprieve to be able to latch onto any united agreement or talks about further how to handle this looming threat beyond some vague 'we'll work together' that came about from the Peace Meeting.
"Hmm, anything specific you want?" Medea asked, poking and prodding Jeanne.
"Erm....I-I don't know?" Jeanne looked unsure of what to say. "I've never really worn nice clothes before?"
Medea paused, looking at her. "Now that is a travesty."
"Actually, I don't think she has any actual clothes right now either, let's just get started on a bunch of outfits."
"Definitely, we're going to have to fix this." Medea nodded.
"I have some clothes..." Jeanne said quietly.
"You have your Servant Armaments, dear. That's significantly different than actual clothes. And the fact that you don't have anything to show off that delectable body of yours is a sin." Medea purred.
I ignored Jeanne's squawk. "Actually, she does have one outfit."
"Neeeh." She nudged me.
"Oh?" Medea quirked an eyebrow. " Show me."
"D-do I have to?"
"I need a reference." Medea said with a completely straight face.
Jeanne pouted, and she glowed slightly as her Servant attire was dismissed, showing that School Uniform that she was wearing from behind.
"Bold choice for a Saintess." Medea blinked.
"I-it's not that bad!"
"It certainly shows off that butt of yours..."
"Neh!?"
"That's what I've been saying." I swear, Medea and I were on the same wavelength. "Just not her butt either, for some reason that School Uniform shows off her legs amazingly too."
"D-Don't say something like that out loud!!!"
"Honestly, I'm not surprised that the Saintess is a deviant..."
"You should have seen Saint Martha. I swear, what she wore was more lewd than if she was just naked...."
"T-There was nothing wrong with Marth's clothes!"
At this point, Jeanne was doing her best impression of a tomato.
"Big G has good tastes." I nodded to myself.
"It's not odd for Gods to lean on the side of certain.....interests." Medea agreed.
"Nooo, it has nothing to do with him!"
"Face it my little Bondage Saint, Big G gave you booty shorts as your default clothing." I patted her head. "It's basically a divine proclamation – The Saintess must be lewd."
"Neeeh!" She swung her hands at me wildly.
"Wait, you didn't dress her up like this?" Medea questioned, a genuine look of surprise about her.
"No?" I blinked. "Why do you think I've been giving her a hard time about it?"
"I thought you just bullied her into it so you could tease her." Medea responded.
"That's.....probably something I would do." Jeanne responded to my statement by hitting my shoulder, repeatedly. "But that's all Big G. He apparently believes his Saintesses should show off what they got."
Medea ignored the flailing Saintess as she continued her inspection. "Well, I certainly have quite a bit to work with. But I'm going to have to work from the ground up, how about –" She paused. "Oh my, is this a G-String."
Medea reached for something and Jeanne made a high squeak as she stiffened.
"You really are a bold Saintess." Medea laughed.
I glanced over Jeanne's shoulder. "I'm not even surprised."
"It's not me!" Jeanne squeaked again. "I-i-it's what Laeticia was wearing!"
"Uh huh." I didn't believe her.
"It's true!"
"I completely believe you."
"S-stop!"
"Lewd Saintess is Lewd."
"No!" Jeanne squawked with a red flush spreading all over her face. She looked for the easiest place to bury her face, which just happened to be my chest.
I just gently pat her head. "I think it's cute."
"R-really?" She looked up at me. ".....it's comfortable." She then looked away.
Jeez, she's so adorable.
"You heard her, make her more panties like this."
"Neh!?"
"I was thinking white lace, it aligns better with her natural charm~"
"Neeeh!"
"She is just precious~" Medea cooed. "Don't worry, I'm going to make her several sets of lingerie."
"W-why would I need that!?"
"I'm surprised she even knows what that is." I said with full honesty.
"The Grail!"
"The Grail only provides pertinent information." I countered.
"It's not what you think!" She quickly flailed around in embarrassment.
"Even a Saintess can't overcome her debauched French heritage..."
"Suddenly a lot of things make sense." Medea commented.
"Stopppp." Jeanne whined.
"She's really too easy" Medea looked my way.
"I know, and I can't help myself. It's too fun to get a reaction out of her for everything." I said helplessly.
"You're a meanie." Jeanne puffed up with a pout.
I couldn't help but pinch her cheek. "But seriously, we're going to get you a bunch of clothes you actually like. So feel free to add anything you want."
Jeanne's expression softened considerably. "Thank you, Wilhelm." She finished with a warm smile.
"Alright, you can flirt later." Medea interrupted. "Let me do my thing and stop disturbing me." She physically started pushing me towards the door.
"F-flirt!?" The Saintess flustered.
"Alright, alright, stop being so aggressive. I liked the version I met in the Singularity better." I grumbled.
"Didn't she ask you to marry her?" Jeanne asked.
"Excuse me!?" Medea's voice was raised a few pitches.
"What can I say, it's difficult being this handsome and charming." I sighed in mock exasperation, but quickly decided to make myself scarce before her brain could reboot.
"Get back here you brat!" She screeched, but I was already out the door and fleeing at a very brisk pace.
[***]
I looked out upon the horizon. It was odd seeing it within my inner world. It felt real, and I guess in sense, that it was. It was my own memories used to facilitate the feelings and sensations that came about through the physical.
"Staff." I held my hand out, and the Staff of Magnus appeared.
"I will say nothing else, prepare yourself." Musū Tengai replied.
"No, I just got back home after the thing I told you before. It's been a bit stressful and I missed you." I smiled.
"Hmph." She crossed her arms. "You still have your glib tongue."
"You didn't miss me too?" I asked.
She twitched slightly. ".....I did not speak those words."
I sat up. "Cute."
"Be quiet." She hissed.
"Well, I was about to tell you about the gift I brought, but if you don't want to hear about it..."
She grumbled. "You know what I meant."
Cute.
I held my hand out, letting the second copy of all the books I got in that weird world drop onto the floor in a few stacks.
Her eyes flashed as she realized what these books contained. "This is....a significant gift...." She muttered while touching the book on top. "....what do you wish in return?"
"Pardon?" I tilted my head
"What boon do you desire in return for this gift?" She reiterated
"Salem, not everything between us needs to be a transaction."
She huffed again, crossing her arms again. ".....It's easier." She said softly. "I don't know how to reciprocate otherwise."
"Would it make you feel better if I asked for something?"
"I would not dislike it." She responded. "However, if you ask for something perverted, I will be most upset."
"Am I really someone who would ask something like that?"
She swung her hand, lightly slapping my shoulder. "I suppose that is accurate however. You wouldn't ask. I am more than aware of how careful I must be of your wandering hands."
"I admit nothing."
"Hmph." She grunted again. "Tell me what you want."
"What I want...." I tapped my chin. "Offered such a wonderful boon by the Grimm Queen? What could I possibly ask for?"
"....as long as it is something within reason, I do not mind retracting my previous words." She whispered.
I was admittedly tempted, but it didn't feel like the right circumstances. Rather...
"I want this." I grabbed her hand, slipping my fingers between hers.
".....this?" She looked confused.
"Just this." I smiled.
"....I do not understand you sometimes." She sighed. "However....I am not upset."
"Hmm, is it too late to ask you to do something lewd?"
"Yes." She snorted.
"I guess I'll just have to seduce you the old fashioned way."
"Oh? Then by all means seduce me."
"Are you sure you're ready for this level of wooing? I don't know if your heart will be able to take it."
"Yes, I'm sure I'll be swept off my feet." She drawled.
I cleared my throat. "Girl, as long as I have a face, you'll have somewhere to sit."
"....."
"Now that I'm holding your hand, I can tell everyone that I've been touched by an Angel."
"....."
"If it's true that we are what we eat, then –"
"Please, do not finish that one." She groaned.
"I see, you don't even need any more. You're now head over heels." I sniffed haughtily.
"Of course, how could I ever resist such romantic callings." She said dryly. "Truly, you are a master of sensual word play."
"I knew it, you are now seduced."
She rolled her eyes. "I find it inconceivable how I am romantically involved with you at this moment."
"Hey, I can be romantic."
"Before this moment, I might have agreed with you."
"Alright, give me another chance."
"Do what you want." She sighed.
I squeezed her hand and looked her into the eyes. "Do you remember how I told you how I learned about you?"
"Yes, you said that you used the Relic of Knowledge." She responded.
"That's right, I wanted to see everything about this supposed 'Grimm queen'. And as soon as I laid my eyes on her, she took my breath away. This woman I had never interacted with before, never seen until that moment, she left me utterly breathless. You don't have to steal my heart,, it already belonged to you from the beginning."
It felt like she unintentionally squeezed my hand because she had a strange expression. She seemed to settle on looking away because a small flush appeared on her pale cheeks. "Don't spout that ridiculous trite around me. I'm annoyed, as soon as you're finished, leave."
"Well....I may not be finished for a while."
"Do what you want." She huffed.
"How about I tell you what I've been up to recently?" I offered.
"Very well." She tried to sound uninterested, but it wasn't quite working out too well. "If I am forced to bear your presence, I may as well understand what you were doing while you were gone."
Cute.
[***]
I yawned and stretched, popping back out at home.
It was nice, visiting Salem for a few hours. And I even got some training in while I was over there.
I walked over and knocked on the door that Medea was holding Jeanne hostage in. "You guys still in there?"
"Almost done!" Medea shouted back.
I waited patiently outside of the door. We weren't on the strictest time schedule, but it was sorta getting there.
"Wait, wait, don't touch there!" Jeanne squawked.
"Hush, this is important."
"How is it important for you to touch my chest!?"
"Measurements."
"You already measured!!"
I was...tempted to go inside.
"Alright, come in." Medea called out.
"Wait! I'm not mentally prepared, I need –"
I pushed the door open. Medea was standing to the side but my eyes landed solely onto Jeanne. She was wearing a slender, shoulderless, blue dress. It hugged her curves perfectly, but it was also very tasteful and elegant.
Frankly, there was only one word to describe it.
"Beautiful."
"Heeh!?" Jeanne squeaked, turning bright red. "T-thank you." She covered her face.
"As always, I do good work." Medea stated.
"Thanks for the hard work, Medea." She wasn't only skilled, but she was extremely fast.
"Thank me after you see what she's wearing underneath." She began to cackle.
"Don't tell him that!!!" Jeanne's high pitch voice was drowned out by Medea's laughing.
"I'll leave you two to your little date~" Medea ignored her, throwing up her hand as she walked out of the room.
"It's not a Date!" Jeanne whined. "N-not that I would hate it, b-but it's not!"
I'm getting a cute overload today.
"You look wonderful." I said with full sincerity."
"Do....you really think so?" She asked, bashfully. "I've never worn anything this...pretty before. I don't really feel right....I'm just a plain farm girl and this is so....."
"Jeanne..." I took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "The dress isn't what's making you beautiful, you're the one that's making the dress stunning."
She made a strange noise, and refused to look me in the eyes. "W-we can go now, right?"
I laughed, gently tugging at her hand. "Sure, let's get this over with. Are you ready to go to Hell, Saintess?"
[***]
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Chapter 463:
"So this is the canvas you're giving me to work with?" Medea eyed her newest victim.
"....why do I feel scared?" Jeanne looked at me.
I gently patted her head. "It's called survival instincts."
"Meep." Jeanne slowly inched behind me.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Medea asked.
"Eh, going to some gathering of a bunch of factions or what have you. I'm dragging Jeanne along with me. From the letter Yasaka received, some Angels are going to be there." That and no one else really cared about interacting with the other factions.
Hell, I was basically going just to politely decline their request.
It was a bit bigger than I had thought it was going to be. Honestly, I was thinking something along the lines of each group kicking their youngest together and telling them to start punching suspected enemies.
Especially since Odin was the one who technically set everything up.
Come to find out, it's a bit more intricate than that.
Reminded me of the whole Peace Meeting, honestly.
Not only were a bunch of other Factions gathering in Hell, but they're bringing their 'newest generation' as Odin put it.
Yasaka obviously wanted nothing to do with it. Doubly so since we're preparing to invade the Fae Lands, which was understandable in our position to decline any invitations. So, I want to do my part as her man to smooth over the rejection with at least my presence. As she said, it would give them face and wouldn't come off as us just snubbing them, even if we had proper reasons.
It was rather abrupt, all things considered, but I supposed it was something that was weighing on the minds of other factions. We sort of wiped our hands of the issue and dropped the problem in their laps, they don't have the luxury of ignoring everything and continuing as was.
I could imagine it was a pleasant reprieve to be able to latch onto any united agreement or talks about further how to handle this looming threat beyond some vague 'we'll work together' that came about from the Peace Meeting.
"Hmm, anything specific you want?" Medea asked, poking and prodding Jeanne.
"Erm....I-I don't know?" Jeanne looked unsure of what to say. "I've never really worn nice clothes before?"
Medea paused, looking at her. "Now that is a travesty."
"Actually, I don't think she has any actual clothes right now either, let's just get started on a bunch of outfits."
"Definitely, we're going to have to fix this." Medea nodded.
"I have some clothes..." Jeanne said quietly.
"You have your Servant Armaments, dear. That's significantly different than actual clothes. And the fact that you don't have anything to show off that delectable body of yours is a sin." Medea purred.
I ignored Jeanne's squawk. "Actually, she does have one outfit."
"Neeeh." She nudged me.
"Oh?" Medea quirked an eyebrow. " Show me."
"D-do I have to?"
"I need a reference." Medea said with a completely straight face.
Jeanne pouted, and she glowed slightly as her Servant attire was dismissed, showing that School Uniform that she was wearing from behind.
"Bold choice for a Saintess." Medea blinked.
"I-it's not that bad!"
"It certainly shows off that butt of yours..."
"Neh!?"
"That's what I've been saying." I swear, Medea and I were on the same wavelength. "Just not her butt either, for some reason that School Uniform shows off her legs amazingly too."
"D-Don't say something like that out loud!!!"
"Honestly, I'm not surprised that the Saintess is a deviant..."
"You should have seen Saint Martha. I swear, what she wore was more lewd than if she was just naked...."
"T-There was nothing wrong with Marth's clothes!"
At this point, Jeanne was doing her best impression of a tomato.
"Big G has good tastes." I nodded to myself.
"It's not odd for Gods to lean on the side of certain.....interests." Medea agreed.
"Nooo, it has nothing to do with him!"
"Face it my little Bondage Saint, Big G gave you booty shorts as your default clothing." I patted her head. "It's basically a divine proclamation – The Saintess must be lewd."
"Neeeh!" She swung her hands at me wildly.
"Wait, you didn't dress her up like this?" Medea questioned, a genuine look of surprise about her.
"No?" I blinked. "Why do you think I've been giving her a hard time about it?"
"I thought you just bullied her into it so you could tease her." Medea responded.
"That's.....probably something I would do." Jeanne responded to my statement by hitting my shoulder, repeatedly. "But that's all Big G. He apparently believes his Saintesses should show off what they got."
Medea ignored the flailing Saintess as she continued her inspection. "Well, I certainly have quite a bit to work with. But I'm going to have to work from the ground up, how about –" She paused. "Oh my, is this a G-String."
Medea reached for something and Jeanne made a high squeak as she stiffened.
"You really are a bold Saintess." Medea laughed.
I glanced over Jeanne's shoulder. "I'm not even surprised."
"It's not me!" Jeanne squeaked again. "I-i-it's what Laeticia was wearing!"
"Uh huh." I didn't believe her.
"It's true!"
"I completely believe you."
"S-stop!"
"Lewd Saintess is Lewd."
"No!" Jeanne squawked with a red flush spreading all over her face. She looked for the easiest place to bury her face, which just happened to be my chest.
I just gently pat her head. "I think it's cute."
"R-really?" She looked up at me. ".....it's comfortable." She then looked away.
Jeez, she's so adorable.
"You heard her, make her more panties like this."
"Neh!?"
"I was thinking white lace, it aligns better with her natural charm~"
"Neeeh!"
"She is just precious~" Medea cooed. "Don't worry, I'm going to make her several sets of lingerie."
"W-why would I need that!?"
"I'm surprised she even knows what that is." I said with full honesty.
"The Grail!"
"The Grail only provides pertinent information." I countered.
"It's not what you think!" She quickly flailed around in embarrassment.
"Even a Saintess can't overcome her debauched French heritage..."
"Suddenly a lot of things make sense." Medea commented.
"Stopppp." Jeanne whined.
"She's really too easy" Medea looked my way.
"I know, and I can't help myself. It's too fun to get a reaction out of her for everything." I said helplessly.
"You're a meanie." Jeanne puffed up with a pout.
I couldn't help but pinch her cheek. "But seriously, we're going to get you a bunch of clothes you actually like. So feel free to add anything you want."
Jeanne's expression softened considerably. "Thank you, Wilhelm." She finished with a warm smile.
"Alright, you can flirt later." Medea interrupted. "Let me do my thing and stop disturbing me." She physically started pushing me towards the door.
"F-flirt!?" The Saintess flustered.
"Alright, alright, stop being so aggressive. I liked the version I met in the Singularity better." I grumbled.
"Didn't she ask you to marry her?" Jeanne asked.
"Excuse me!?" Medea's voice was raised a few pitches.
"What can I say, it's difficult being this handsome and charming." I sighed in mock exasperation, but quickly decided to make myself scarce before her brain could reboot.
"Get back here you brat!" She screeched, but I was already out the door and fleeing at a very brisk pace.
[***]
I looked out upon the horizon. It was odd seeing it within my inner world. It felt real, and I guess in sense, that it was. It was my own memories used to facilitate the feelings and sensations that came about through the physical.
"Staff." I held my hand out, and the Staff of Magnus appeared.
"I will say nothing else, prepare yourself." Musū Tengai replied.
"No, I just got back home after the thing I told you before. It's been a bit stressful and I missed you." I smiled.
"Hmph." She crossed her arms. "You still have your glib tongue."
"You didn't miss me too?" I asked.
She twitched slightly. ".....I did not speak those words."
I sat up. "Cute."
"Be quiet." She hissed.
"Well, I was about to tell you about the gift I brought, but if you don't want to hear about it..."
She grumbled. "You know what I meant."
Cute.
I held my hand out, letting the second copy of all the books I got in that weird world drop onto the floor in a few stacks.
Her eyes flashed as she realized what these books contained. "This is....a significant gift...." She muttered while touching the book on top. "....what do you wish in return?"
"Pardon?" I tilted my head
"What boon do you desire in return for this gift?" She reiterated
"Salem, not everything between us needs to be a transaction."
She huffed again, crossing her arms again. ".....It's easier." She said softly. "I don't know how to reciprocate otherwise."
"Would it make you feel better if I asked for something?"
"I would not dislike it." She responded. "However, if you ask for something perverted, I will be most upset."
"Am I really someone who would ask something like that?"
She swung her hand, lightly slapping my shoulder. "I suppose that is accurate however. You wouldn't ask. I am more than aware of how careful I must be of your wandering hands."
"I admit nothing."
"Hmph." She grunted again. "Tell me what you want."
"What I want...." I tapped my chin. "Offered such a wonderful boon by the Grimm Queen? What could I possibly ask for?"
"....as long as it is something within reason, I do not mind retracting my previous words." She whispered.
I was admittedly tempted, but it didn't feel like the right circumstances. Rather...
"I want this." I grabbed her hand, slipping my fingers between hers.
".....this?" She looked confused.
"Just this." I smiled.
"....I do not understand you sometimes." She sighed. "However....I am not upset."
"Hmm, is it too late to ask you to do something lewd?"
"Yes." She snorted.
"I guess I'll just have to seduce you the old fashioned way."
"Oh? Then by all means seduce me."
"Are you sure you're ready for this level of wooing? I don't know if your heart will be able to take it."
"Yes, I'm sure I'll be swept off my feet." She drawled.
I cleared my throat. "Girl, as long as I have a face, you'll have somewhere to sit."
"....."
"Now that I'm holding your hand, I can tell everyone that I've been touched by an Angel."
"....."
"If it's true that we are what we eat, then –"
"Please, do not finish that one." She groaned.
"I see, you don't even need any more. You're now head over heels." I sniffed haughtily.
"Of course, how could I ever resist such romantic callings." She said dryly. "Truly, you are a master of sensual word play."
"I knew it, you are now seduced."
She rolled her eyes. "I find it inconceivable how I am romantically involved with you at this moment."
"Hey, I can be romantic."
"Before this moment, I might have agreed with you."
"Alright, give me another chance."
"Do what you want." She sighed.
I squeezed her hand and looked her into the eyes. "Do you remember how I told you how I learned about you?"
"Yes, you said that you used the Relic of Knowledge." She responded.
"That's right, I wanted to see everything about this supposed 'Grimm queen'. And as soon as I laid my eyes on her, she took my breath away. This woman I had never interacted with before, never seen until that moment, she left me utterly breathless. You don't have to steal my heart,, it already belonged to you from the beginning."
It felt like she unintentionally squeezed my hand because she had a strange expression. She seemed to settle on looking away because a small flush appeared on her pale cheeks. "Don't spout that ridiculous trite around me. I'm annoyed, as soon as you're finished, leave."
"Well....I may not be finished for a while."
"Do what you want." She huffed.
"How about I tell you what I've been up to recently?" I offered.
"Very well." She tried to sound uninterested, but it wasn't quite working out too well. "If I am forced to bear your presence, I may as well understand what you were doing while you were gone."
Cute.
[***]
I yawned and stretched, popping back out at home.
It was nice, visiting Salem for a few hours. And I even got some training in while I was over there.
I walked over and knocked on the door that Medea was holding Jeanne hostage in. "You guys still in there?"
"Almost done!" Medea shouted back.
I waited patiently outside of the door. We weren't on the strictest time schedule, but it was sorta getting there.
"Wait, wait, don't touch there!" Jeanne squawked.
"Hush, this is important."
"How is it important for you to touch my chest!?"
"Measurements."
"You already measured!!"
I was...tempted to go inside.
"Alright, come in." Medea called out.
"Wait! I'm not mentally prepared, I need –"
I pushed the door open. Medea was standing to the side but my eyes landed solely onto Jeanne. She was wearing a slender, shoulderless, blue dress. It hugged her curves perfectly, but it was also very tasteful and elegant.
Frankly, there was only one word to describe it.
"Beautiful."
"Heeh!?" Jeanne squeaked, turning bright red. "T-thank you." She covered her face.
"As always, I do good work." Medea stated.
"Thanks for the hard work, Medea." She wasn't only skilled, but she was extremely fast.
"Thank me after you see what she's wearing underneath." She began to cackle.
"Don't tell him that!!!" Jeanne's high pitch voice was drowned out by Medea's laughing.
"I'll leave you two to your little date~" Medea ignored her, throwing up her hand as she walked out of the room.
"It's not a Date!" Jeanne whined. "N-not that I would hate it, b-but it's not!"
I'm getting a cute overload today.
"You look wonderful." I said with full sincerity."
"Do....you really think so?" She asked, bashfully. "I've never worn anything this...pretty before. I don't really feel right....I'm just a plain farm girl and this is so....."
"Jeanne..." I took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "The dress isn't what's making you beautiful, you're the one that's making the dress stunning."
She made a strange noise, and refused to look me in the eyes. "W-we can go now, right?"
I laughed, gently tugging at her hand. "Sure, let's get this over with. Are you ready to go to Hell, Saintess?"
[***]
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Chapter 463:"So this is the canvas you're giving me to work with?" Medea eyed her newest victim."....why do I feel scared?" Jeanne looked at me.I gently patted her head. "It's called survival instincts.""Meep." Jeanne slowly inched behind me."What exactly do you want me to do?" Medea asked."Eh, going to some gathering of a bunch of factions or what have you. I'm dragging Jeanne along with me. From the letter Yasaka received, some Angels are going to be there." That and no one else really cared about interacting with the other factions.Hell, I was basically going just to politely decline their request.It was a bit bigger than I had thought it was going to be. Honestly, I was thinking something along the lines of each group kicking their youngest together and telling them to start punching suspected enemies.Especially since Odin was the one who technically set everything up.Come to find out, it's a bit more intricate than that.Reminded me of the whole Peace Meeting, honestly.Not only were a bunch of other Factions gathering in Hell, but they're bringing their 'newest generation' as Odin put it.Yasaka obviously wanted nothing to do with it. Doubly so since we're preparing to invade the Fae Lands, which was understandable in our position to decline any invitations. So, I want to do my part as her man to smooth over the rejection with at least my presence. As she said, it would give them face and wouldn't come off as us just snubbing them, even if we had proper reasons.It was rather abrupt, all things considered, but I supposed it was something that was weighing on the minds of other factions. We sort of wiped our hands of the issue and dropped the problem in their laps, they don't have the luxury of ignoring everything and continuing as was.I could imagine it was a pleasant reprieve to be able to latch onto any united agreement or talks about further how to handle this looming threat beyond some vague 'we'll work together' that came about from the Peace Meeting."Hmm, anything specific you want?" Medea asked, poking and prodding Jeanne."Erm....I-I don't know?" Jeanne looked unsure of what to say. "I've never really worn nice clothes before?"Medea paused, looking at her. "Now that is a travesty.""Actually, I don't think she has any actual clothes right now either, let's just get started on a bunch of outfits.""Definitely, we're going to have to fix this." Medea nodded."I have some clothes..." Jeanne said quietly."You have your Servant Armaments, dear. That's significantly different than actual clothes. And the fact that you don't have anything to show off that delectable body of yours is a sin." Medea purred.I ignored Jeanne's squawk. "Actually, she does have one outfit.""Neeeh." She nudged me."Oh?" Medea quirked an eyebrow. " Show me.""D-do I have to?""I need a reference." Medea said with a completely straight face.Jeanne pouted, and she glowed slightly as her Servant attire was dismissed, showing that School Uniform that she was wearing from behind."Bold choice for a Saintess." Medea blinked."I-it's not that bad!""It certainly shows off that butt of yours...""Neh!?""That's what I've been saying." I swear, Medea and I were on the same wavelength. "Just not her butt either, for some reason that School Uniform shows off her legs amazingly too.""D-Don't say something like that out loud!!!""Honestly, I'm not surprised that the Saintess is a deviant...""You should have seen Saint Martha. I swear, what she wore was more lewd than if she was just naked....""T-There was nothing wrong with Marth's clothes!"At this point, Jeanne was doing her best impression of a tomato."Big G has good tastes." I nodded to myself."It's not odd for Gods to lean on the side of certain.....interests." Medea agreed."Nooo, it has nothing to do with him!""Face it my little Bondage Saint, Big G gave you booty shorts as your default clothing." I patted her head. "It's basically a divine proclamation The Saintess must be lewd.""Neeeh!" She swung her hands at me wildly."Wait, you didn't dress her up like this?" Medea questioned, a genuine look of surprise about her."No?" I blinked. "Why do you think I've been giving her a hard time about it?""I thought you just bullied her into it so you could tease her." Medea responded."That's.....probably something I would do." Jeanne responded to my statement by hitting my shoulder, repeatedly. "But that's all Big G. He apparently believes his Saintesses should show off what they got."Medea ignored the flailing Saintess as she continued her inspection. "Well, I certainly have quite a bit to work with. But I'm going to have to work from the ground up, how about " She paused. "Oh my, is this a G-String."Medea reached for something and Jeanne made a high squeak as she stiffened."You really are a bold Saintess." Medea laughed.I glanced over Jeanne's shoulder. "I'm not even surprised.""It's not me!" Jeanne squeaked again. "I-i-it's what Laeticia was wearing!""Uh huh." I didn't believe her."It's true!""I completely believe you.""S-stop!""Lewd Saintess is Lewd.""No!" Jeanne squawked with a red flush spreading all over her face. She looked for the easiest place to bury her face, which just happened to be my chest.I just gently pat her head. "I think it's cute.""R-really?" She looked up at me. ".....it's comfortable." She then looked away.Jeez, she's so adorable."You heard her, make her more panties like this.""Neh!?""I was thinking white lace, it aligns better with her natural charm~""Neeeh!""She is just precious~" Medea cooed. "Don't worry, I'm going to make her several sets of lingerie.""W-why would I need that!?""I'm surprised she even knows what that is." I said with full honesty."The Grail!""The Grail only provides pertinent information." I countered."It's not what you think!" She quickly flailed around in embarrassment."Even a Saintess can't overcome her debauched French heritage...""Suddenly a lot of things make sense." Medea commented."Stopppp." Jeanne whined."She's really too easy" Medea looked my way."I know, and I can't help myself. It's too fun to get a reaction out of her for everything." I said helplessly."You're a meanie." Jeanne puffed up with a pout.I couldn't help but pinch her cheek. "But seriously, we're going to get you a bunch of clothes you actually like. So feel free to add anything you want."Jeanne's expression softened considerably. "Thank you, Wilhelm." She finished with a warm smile."Alright, you can flirt later." Medea interrupted. "Let me do my thing and stop disturbing me." She physically started pushing me towards the door."F-flirt!?" The Saintess flustered."Alright, alright, stop being so aggressive. I liked the version I met in the Singularity better." I grumbled."Didn't she ask you to marry her?" Jeanne asked."Excuse me!?" Medea's voice was raised a few pitches."What can I say, it's difficult being this handsome and charming." I sighed in mock exasperation, but quickly decided to make myself scarce before her brain could reboot."Get back here you brat!" She screeched, but I was already out the door and fleeing at a very brisk pace.***I looked out upon the horizon. It was odd seeing it within my inner world. It felt real, and I guess in sense, that it was. It was my own memories used to facilitate the feelings and sensations that came about through the physical."Staff." I held my hand out, and the Staff of Magnus appeared."I will say nothing else, prepare yourself." Musu Tengai replied."No, I just got back home after the thing I told you before. It's been a bit stressful and I missed you." I smiled."Hmph." She crossed her arms. "You still have your glib tongue.""You didn't miss me too?" I asked.She twitched slightly. ".....I did not speak those words."I sat up. "Cute.""Be quiet." She hissed."Well, I was about to tell you about the gift I brought, but if you don't want to hear about it..."She grumbled. "You know what I meant."Cute.I held my hand out, letting the second copy of all the books I got in that weird world drop onto the floor in a few stacks.Her eyes flashed as she realized what these books contained. "This is....a significant gift...." She muttered while touching the book on top. "....what do you wish in return?""Pardon?" I tilted my head"What boon do you desire in return for this gift?" She reiterated"Salem, not everything between us needs to be a transaction."She huffed again, crossing her arms again. ".....It's easier." She said softly. "I don't know how to reciprocate otherwise.""Would it make you feel better if I asked for something?""I would not dislike it." She responded. "However, if you ask for something perverted, I will be most upset.""Am I really someone who would ask something like that?"She swung her hand, lightly slapping my shoulder. "I suppose that is accurate however. You wouldn't ask. I am more than aware of how careful I must be of your wandering hands.""I admit nothing.""Hmph." She grunted again. "Tell me what you want.""What I want...." I tapped my chin. "Offered such a wonderful boon by the Grimm Queen? What could I possibly ask for?""....as long as it is something within reason, I do not mind retracting my previous words." She whispered.I was admittedly tempted, but it didn't feel like the right circumstances. Rather..."I want this." I grabbed her hand, slipping my fingers between hers.".....this?" She looked confused."Just this." I smiled."....I do not understand you sometimes." She sighed. "However....I am not upset.""Hmm, is it too late to ask you to do something lewd?""Yes." She snorted."I guess I'll just have to seduce you the old fashioned way.""Oh? Then by all means seduce me.""Are you sure you're ready for this level of wooing? I don't know if your heart will be able to take it.""Yes, I'm sure I'll be swept off my feet." She drawled.I cleared my throat. "Girl, as long as I have a face, you'll have somewhere to sit."".....""Now that I'm holding your hand, I can tell everyone that I've been touched by an Angel."".....""If it's true that we are what we eat, then ""Please, do not finish that one." She groaned."I see, you don't even need any more. You're now head over heels." I sniffed haughtily."Of course, how could I ever resist such romantic callings." She said dryly. "Truly, you are a master of sensual word play.""I knew it, you are now seduced."She rolled her eyes. "I find it inconceivable how I am romantically involved with you at this moment.""Hey, I can be romantic.""Before this moment, I might have agreed with you.""Alright, give me another chance.""Do what you want." She sighed.I squeezed her hand and looked her into the eyes. "Do you remember how I told you how I learned about you?""Yes, you said that you used the Relic of Knowledge." She responded."That's right, I wanted to see everything about this supposed 'Grimm queen'. And as soon as I laid my eyes on her, she took my breath away. This woman I had never interacted with before, never seen until that moment, she left me utterly breathless. You don't have to steal my heart,, it already belonged to you from the beginning."It felt like she unintentionally squeezed my hand because she had a strange expression. She seemed to settle on looking away because a small flush appeared on her pale cheeks. "Don't spout that ridiculous trite around me. I'm annoyed, as soon as you're finished, leave.""Well....I may not be finished for a while.""Do what you want." She huffed."How about I tell you what I've been up to recently?" I offered."Very well." She tried to sound uninterested, but it wasn't quite working out too well. "If I am forced to bear your presence, I may as well understand what you were doing while you were gone."Cute.***I yawned and stretched, popping back out at home.It was nice, visiting Salem for a few hours. And I even got some training in while I was over there.I walked over and knocked on the door that Medea was holding Jeanne hostage in. "You guys still in there?""Almost done!" Medea shouted back.I waited patiently outside of the door. We weren't on the strictest time schedule, but it was sorta getting there."Wait, wait, don't touch there!" Jeanne squawked."Hush, this is important.""How is it important for you to touch my chest!?""Measurements.""You already measured!!"I was...tempted to go inside."Alright, come in." Medea called out."Wait! I'm not mentally prepared, I need "I pushed the door open. Medea was standing to the side but my eyes landed solely onto Jeanne. She was wearing a slender, shoulderless, blue dress. It hugged her curves perfectly, but it was also very tasteful and elegant.Frankly, there was only one word to describe it."Beautiful.""Heeh!?" Jeanne squeaked, turning bright red. "T-thank you." She covered her face."As always, I do good work." Medea stated."Thanks for the hard work, Medea." She wasn't only skilled, but she was extremely fast."Thank me after you see what she's wearing underneath." She began to cackle."Don't tell him that!!!" Jeanne's high pitch voice was drowned out by Medea's laughing."I'll leave you two to your little date~" Medea ignored her, throwing up her hand as she walked out of the room."It's not a Date!" Jeanne whined. "N-not that I would hate it, b-but it's not!"I'm getting a cute overload today."You look wonderful." I said with full sincerity.""Do....you really think so?" She asked, bashfully. "I've never worn anything this...pretty before. I don't really feel right....I'm just a plain farm girl and this is so.....""Jeanne..." I took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "The dress isn't what's making you beautiful, you're the one that's making the dress stunning."She made a strange noise, and refused to look me in the eyes. "W-we can go now, right?"I laughed, gently tugging at her hand. "Sure, let's get this over with. Are you ready to go to Hell, Saintess?"***A/NIf you want to read 9 chapters ahead or support me, visit my p.a.t.r.e.o.n.c.o.m / astoryforone
