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I repeated the phrases.
“‘The word of God is the only law of absolute justice.’ ‘The high priest is the proxy of God.’ ‘We believe in God’s judgment.’”
Twenty-four words in total.
Cancellation Complete
“Ah. They moved. Master, the words have disappeared from your head.”
“…Ahhh.”
I felt my thoughts go back to normal, now relieved of confusion.
The cause must have been the Power of Words, like Shiro had said.
The Power of Words… In the courtroom, Tsukasa had been given a special skill called Law Gravity, which let her attribute various levels of weight to the words she used in her trials. And the high priest, behind the closed doors of the church headquarters, had been given a special skill that allowed him to brainwash his followers through his judgments.
I pulled the window at my fingertips closer to me. The trust information window was displayed in front of me. I had used 48 trust in canceling the spell.
I guess reversing the spell takes double the amount of trust for the number of words.
Trust was a value we could earn through measuring the trust level of people watching our trials. Through the Hero’s Case, Tsukasa and I had earned some 1,500,000 trust, and it had been steadily increasing as we continued our court duties. The more trust we had, the more we could use our special abilities. However…
“Master, you don’t look well. Your mana is dangerously low.”
I had no strength left in me, maybe because I had been resisting the high priest’s magic.
“…I’m exhausted… I need to sleep…”
My vision started to blur. About all I could tell was that I was lying on my back now.
“We have no choice. I will transfuse my mana to you as an emergency measure. I’ve practiced on a training dummy since last time, so I won’t make any mistakes this time.”
Shiro said this with confidence.
Mana transfusion? What does she mean…?
I didn’t have the energy to talk.
Just let me sleep.
“I will begin. Excuse me…”
I felt something soft and fleshy on the back of my head.
“Ngh!”
She plugged my nose.
Unable to breathe, I opened my mouth to take a breath—
Om—
But something soft and moist covered it.
Soft threads like silk fell down into my face. Delicate hands grasped my jaw and lifted it up. A mellow, refined scent filled my nostrils.
Before I was able to comprehend what was going on…
“Haaah…”
…she started blowing her breath into me.
“Nnnnnh?!”
With nowhere else to go, her breath flowed into my mouth, into my trachea, and into my lungs.
“Again.” She inhaled.
“Wait, Shiro—”
Om.
“Haaah…”
“Nnnnhh!!”
The air forcibly entering my lungs was body-temperature and damp. The fully concentrated breath that came directly into me made it feel like our bodies had merged.
She was doing artificial respiration on me.
“Again.” She sucked in.
“Bleh, pweh, p-please stop—”
Om.
“Mmmmph!!”
She blew air into my lungs. Her breath, filled with the fleshy smell of her body, filled up my alveoli. My vision sparkled, and the world suddenly became bright like my pupils had dilated. The sensation was like someone had injected an energy drink straight into my veins.
“Okay. I believe that may be sufficient.”
Shiro released her mouth from mine and peered down at me.
“Ugh…”
“Allow me to wipe your tears. Was it painful?”
She lifted me to sitting and wiped the salty tears from my eyes with her delicate fingers.
I opened my eyes to see…
…a silver-haired nun.
“Uh…Shiro, what’s with the outfit?”
“Oh, this? After infiltrating the premises, I put on these robes so that I could walk around freely.”
Shiro never played fair, but a head maid wearing a nun’s habit was just too much. God-tier cuteness.
I feel a nosebleed coming on. Honestly, I’d probably feel better if I just let it rip.
“Master, someone is coming.”
What? Damn it. Anyone coming to take this slice of heaven away from me is an enemy. Wait—we’re already in enemy territory.
As I struggled to grasp the situation around me, Sister Shiro replaced the cover to the air vent she had come through. Then…
“This way, we won’t get caught.”
“How did we end up like this?”
Shiro threw me across her shoulder and started carrying me somewhere.
Before I knew it, she had me standing between her legs in the shower unit.
“This is the only place we can hide. Since there is a gap at the bottom, I cannot let my feet touch the ground.”
Shiro answered like it was logically obvious. Well, she was right. The shower walls were metallic and opaque, but there was a gap at the bottom like in a toilet stall. The shower occupant’s legs were visible.
“But is this pose really necessary?!”
Shiro had suddenly become barefoot and was pressing her feet against the insides of the walls. The bottoms of her feet were against the pillars of the door side of the stall, and her back against the wall side. And somehow, that meant I ended up standing between her open thighs.
The nun’s small chest was right in front of my face. My nose was brushing against her. I smelled something flowery…
“How strange. I thought you did not find my body attractive, Master.”
“…What?”
That’s obviously not true.
“Yesterday you told me, ‘You’re not very good at the whole seduction thing.’”
Oh, right. I had said that after our game of tag.
“…That was after getting all banged up by your tagging, and your legs were covered in blood. Obviously, it wasn’t a very sexy situation.”
Those bloodied legs, the ones I’d bandaged, were now wrapped around me.
I’d call this situation pretty abnormal.
The strangeness of the situation now hitting me, I felt my heartbeat start to go crazy.
Her ice-blue eyes lined with silver lashes stared at me.
“Master, did your heart rate just increase?”
“Uh, yeah, can you blame me?”
I felt annoyed with myself for getting so flustered by her blank expression.
“B-besides, it was kinda my first time doing that…with my mouth…”
I was talking about her artificial respiration. Or mana transfusion. I wasn’t sure if I should count it as a kiss.
“It was not the first time.”
“Well, sure, maybe you do mana transfusions all the time for your work, but…”
Just saying it made me depressed. That really was my first time.
And on top of it all, I had been half-unconscious. I only remembered what it felt like, nothing else.
“That was the second time. I am sorry about what happened the first time.”
“Huh?”
What did she mean?
“The first time was when we fought the magical beasts outside the Hero’s Village, and you collapsed.”
I had a flashback. We had fought a flock of cockatrices, and I lost consciousness when I lost control trying to cast the fire magic I wasn’t used to yet. When I woke, I was laid up with Elma taking care of me…