At some point, the sun had already begun its descent in the west.
In the twilight, the church was draped in a layer of pale gold.
The afterglow of dusk filtered through the stained-glass windows, gently灑lluminating every corner of the church, casting a faint golden sheen on the statues.
The tranquil twilight imbued this holy and solemn place with a touch of elegant poetry.
The pink-haired elven lady looked at the confessional before her, her eyes filled with confusion and… a faint hint of apprehension.
The wooden door of the confessional was open, allowing her to clearly see the opening in the wall inside.
It wasn't large, just big enough for one person to crawl into.
The pink-haired elven lady stood there, fidgeting nervously in her pristine and pure sailor uniform.
The white blouse and dark blue skirt accentuated the unique clarity of a young girl, while the red neckerchief at her collar was the perfect finishing touch. The red silk hung over her chest, pushed forward by her prominent curves, adding a soft, flowing quality to her appearance.
"Mr. Ye Feng, are you saying… I have to go in there?"
"Where else?"
Elysia shook her head, her toes curling slightly within her shoes. "What I mean is… that hole in the wall…"
She brought it up主动ly.
Since a "special item" had appeared, it was bound to be used.
This was a realization Elysia had come to when dealing with Ye Feng.
Rather than being "taught through training and education," it was better to ask for clarification from the very beginning.
While the outcome would remain unchanged, at least she would be mentally prepared.
"Oh, you mean the Confession Wall."
Not only was this confessional exceptionally small, but it was also different in that the wall was very low. One could only recline inside it, with the upper half of the body extending into the wall while the lower half remained in the room.
There were also some specially-made small props made of sheet metal nearby. Their purpose was unclear, and Elysia couldn't guess what they were for.
Ye Feng spoke gently, "No matter the task, one must delve deep into it to touch upon its true meaning. Confession is no different. The statue of God is on the other side of this wall. You must extend your body and soul into it. If you are willing to sincerely repent for your sins, Elysia, I will naturally be able to sense it. At that time, I will use the eyes that represent God to watch over your sinful conduct, until you have reformed and turned toward goodness."
"…"
Was there really such a posture for confession?
Elysia found it all rather unreliable.
Both the Previous and Current Eras had records of "confession," and none of them contained anything this bizarre.
"Ahem?"
Ye Feng came up behind Elysia, gently lifting her silky, water-like pink hair and tying it into two ponytails.
"Mr. Ye Feng?"
"Don't move. This is also part of the confession ritual."
"…"
"It seems Elysia still has her doubts. By the way, do you know what a confession is?" Ye Feng asked.
"…I don't."
"Hm? You really don't know? Doesn't Aponia do this sort of work often?"
"Eh, does Aponia do that?" Elysia truly had no memory of it.
Ye Feng explained, "Never mind. A so-called confession is when you go into a small, dark room with only a small wooden lattice window separating you, and you confess your sins to a priest. After you have been honest, God will forgive you."
"But there was never a wall like this."
"This is my improved version." Ye Feng chuckled. "Elysia, your sins run deep. You require a much deeper level of 'baptism' to confess your transgressions."
"…"
Elysia had heard others say she was "grievously sinful" before, but she understood that they were praising her.
It was completely different from Ye Feng's current teasing.
Ye Feng continued, "Elysia, imagine it. You stick the upper half of your body into the small partition, with only your snowy-white lower half outside. What does that look like?"
No! Don't think about it.
The elven lady quickly realized that this was the great evil demon king luring her toward the sullied dark earth, trying to stain her flawless soul with dust.
However, the more she resisted imagining it, the clearer the image became.
"…A snail."
The small animal popped into her head.
"A snail?"
The corners of Ye Feng's mouth slowly curved upward. "As expected of my dear Elysia. That's right, it looks very much like a snail with only its white half exposed."
"Mmm…"
Elysia's cheeks grew slightly warm.
She probably never would have dreamed that a cute little animal, when spoken from her own lips one day, could be tinged with such a peachy filter…
Ye Feng smiled. "There's no need to be shy, Elysia. This sort of thing was quite common in the medieval church."
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"Those clergymen would often, in the name of God, perform deep baptisms on the women who came to confess. Because these confessionals separated the body in half, they couldn't see the faces of the women who came to confess, but they could hear their repentance. And once a confession began, it could not be stopped midway, or else it would be blasphemy against God. So, even if the women confessing felt discomfort, they would still use their gradually moistening cherry lips to narrate their sins. And those solemn and dignified priests would perform the baptism and redemption at the same time."
Listening to Ye Feng's tale, Elysia was left completely speechless.
This had already surpassed the limits of her imagination.
She knew of humanity's dark side. Even when facing the impending apocalypse brought by the Final Herrscher, she had to distract herself to deal with various problems born from the selfish desires of the upper echelons.
But Elysia probably still never would have thought: How can people be so wicked.jpg
"Elysia, what do you think?"
Elysia hesitated for only a second before lifting her head. "What is there to think? Where there is good, there is naturally bad. You can't deny the good side just because you've seen the bad, dark side."
"Ah, that's true. Elysia is the type of existence who, even when surrounded by darkness, still yearns for the light. And she firmly believes that the light will dispel the darkness."
Ye Feng adjusted Elysia's twin tails and said softly, "Unlike some of us childish humans who experience a few setbacks, not even reaching the level of true darkness… no, perhaps they just read some 'information' online and conclude that the entire world is wrong, society is bleak, human nature is vile, and progress is cruel. As if only dark and profound cruelty is the truth of the world, and everything else is fake. Their eyes cannot see a single beautiful thing."
"…"
Elysia turned her head and stared blankly at Ye Feng.
"Then what is it like, in your eyes?"
"Of course, it's all beautiful. It's not just the Valkyries; I too am a warrior who fights for the beauty of the world."
"?"
Ye Feng's face stiffened. "Elysia, that genuinely perplexed expression of yours is a huge blow to me. Don't you also believe that a beautiful, pure land exists within my heart?"
"Mmm…"
Elysia turned her head away sheepishly. "Well, that's what I said, but…"
"Forget it, let's put that aside for now. Business first."
"…Mmm, speaking of the business Mr. Ye Feng mentioned, may I ask why there are these leather props in the confessional?"
"Oh, that's a long story."
Ye Feng finished tying Elysia's twin tails and let them fall.
Her pink hair cascaded down to her waist, as bright and soft as fresh flowers. A small silver bell was tied to the end of each ponytail, letting out a crisp jingle with the slightest movement.
Ye Feng said, "Back in the Middle Ages, those who went to confession were generally the ladies and socialites of noble families. They wore black veils and black dresses, their figures alluring, their postures captivating. While helping them with their baptism, the priests could also appropriately use props like candles and leather whips, under the pretext of punishing them in God's name."
At this point, Ye Feng paused.
"I'm different."
This piqued Elysia's curiosity.
"How are you different?"
"I am God, here to personally baptize the grievously sinful lost lambs. See? What a diligent God. I don't even have my nuns and shrine maidens do it for me."
"Mmm…"
Elysia didn't refute this statement.
In fact, until just a moment ago, she had almost forgotten that in this world, Mr. Ye Feng was indeed God.
But as for the nuns and shrine maidens who served him…
Elysia really didn't want to think about that any further.
"Now that you understand the procedure, little lamb burdened with sin, enter the confessional."
"…"
Elysia silently bent down and crawled into the confessional.
She stuck her head and upper body through the hole in the wall. It was pitch black inside with no light. Her elbows instinctively tried to find a surface to lean on, but found nothing.
The inside of the wall was hollow?!
The pink-haired elven lady's upper body drooped down, her waist resting on the edge of the hole as her body folded downwards.
…Is this it?
"Not just that. Elysia, you must properly repent for your mistakes. Don't just think it in your heart, you must say it out loud."
Elysia blinked in the darkness.
But, she didn't think she had done anything wrong.
"Then there's nothing to be done. You'll just have to stay like that. If you still can't recognize your mistake, then I'll have to call the nun over…"
"—Don't!"
Elysia interrupted him in a panic.
"…I, I understand. I will do as Mr. Ye Feng asks, so please, don't let Aponia come over…" To see her in this "sinful" state.
But… what exactly was she supposed to say?
Ye Feng provided a helpful hint. "First, you must hold a repentant heart… hmm, Elysia doesn't have that yet. It's alright, I'll help you. Watch me use my pocket watch trick on you. Hehe, there we go. With that feeling in your heart, recall all your past deeds, then think about where you went wrong, how you will reflect and repent, and finally, state what you will do in the future. That's the general procedure. Alright, Elysia, you may begin."
"Mmm…"
Under the influence of the pocket watch trick, the elven lady lifted her long, fair neck.
Her pair of long, perfectly-rounded legs trembled slightly. The white fabric of her over-the-knee socks clung tightly to her legs, stretching all the way to her thighs, outlining their long and slender curves. The silk-like luster of the material shimmered with a soft color in the dim light.
But no matter how her lips trembled, she still couldn't speak the words.
"Can't you think of anything yourself? Fine, I'll take another step back. I've written a confessional prayer for you. You just have to recite it. See how good I am to you? If you still can't do it, hmph hmph."
In the next second, a powerful and crude stream of information was swiftly injected into Elysia's mind, churning rapidly without any regard for whether the elven lady could adapt to it.
A thick stack of data appeared in Elysia's mind.
Her eyes widened. No, you've got to be kidding… I have to recite all of this?
How long will that take?
However, she no longer had the right to refuse.
With half of her body hanging in the hole in the wall, Elysia's voice seemed to carry a mournful tone.
Ye Feng watched Elysia from behind. The pleats of her JK skirt fluttered up with her light movements, creating elegant folds that layered upon one another, rising and falling like waves.
But even the pleated skirt couldn't hide her ample, child-bearing curves.
What excited him even more, however, was that at this moment, Elysia was in this solemn church, reciting her sins with a repentant heart, while her posture was so utterly defenseless.
She was just like a ripe apple in the Garden of Eden, about to fall, tempting one to taste its forbidden sweetness.
And so…
She prayed, he recited, she confessed, and then he began to remove his armor.
…
…
"Come a little earlier tomorrow. There's another lost lamb who needs your purification."
"Mr. Ye Feng, you're so wicked…"
Elysia's starry eyes twinkled in the hazy dusk, her cheeks flushed slightly with her heated breaths. Her right hand rested lightly on her chest, as if she wanted to scold him but was powerless to do so…
Ye Feng straightened his clothes and looked at Elysia's pale, beautiful legs. Her stockings were gone, revealing the primal charm of a woman.
Her long legs were perfectly shaped like pillars, soft, snowy-white, and without a single flaw.
Standing there gracefully, her legs pressed tightly together, the beautiful flesh met, leaving not a single gap, squeezing out a heart-pounding curve.
Ye Feng was content, feeling as if every pore of his being was exuding refreshment.
He smiled. "It seems Elysia is well-suited to be a priestess. The daughter sent by the stars and moon… How about you become my Priestess of the Moon?"
"Priestess of the Moon?" Elysia felt like she had heard that somewhere before. "Is that the beautiful elf who rides a white tiger?"
"Rides a white tiger? Wouldn't the tiger eat her? The Priestess of the Moon doesn't ride a white tiger; she herself is a young virgin. The 'white tiger' refers to that meaning. The one who rides the white tiger is someone else."
"…"
Elysia lowered her head, pursing her lips, and said no more.
In truth, Elysia had long since understood that it was very difficult to respond to Mr. Ye Feng's words.
But if she didn't communicate with him, she would never be able to understand his habits and behaviors.
The elven lady, who always maintained a positive and sunny disposition, would absolutely never back down when it came to communication.
"In that case, please allow me to refuse, Mr. Ye Feng."
"Why? Is it because you don't think you're a virgin anymore?"
"!!"
A muscle in Elysia's brow twitched.
What kind of thing was that to say!
But that question… Elysia truly didn't know how to answer.
No, he had sidetracked her again.
"That's not the reason at all!!"
Author PS: ε=(′ο｀*)))唉 (Sigh ),… Sometimes, I truly admire those people who can write 6,000 to over 10,000 words every day without a break. How do they do it?