Sitting in a chair, with a large desk between us, was an incredibly beautiful woman. She had curly auburn hair, bright green eyes, and an enormous chest that even made Faeyna seem modest. It was easily the size of two waterlons, and it wasn’t covered up by much. Although she was dressed in ceremonial robes, black and red in color, she had an extensive amount of cleavage on display. She didn’t show any bit of embarrassnt, as she looked up and down.
She noticed my eyes locked on her chest, and a small, almost imperceptible smirk appeared on her face. “Hello, Deek Deekson. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Ah… well, it’s not like you’ve given a choice.”
I managed to shake my gaze from the appearance of her massive tits, especially after being glared at by the girls. I reminded myself that this woman was the enemy. Who knew what evil plans the church was concocting!
“Would you like sothing to drink?” She asked, glancing back to the escort priest, who nodded and went to a small bar to prepare sothing. “Wine? Tea? Or… Milk?”
My eyes couldn’t help but drop down to her tits again. Her smile grew slightly wider, and I felt an elbow in my stomach.
“N-no… rather, I just want to know why the church went to such an effort to bring here? My interaction with the church has been minimal at best. I’ve done nothing I can rember to upset you.”
Well, other than the clockwork dragon, but why would I ntion that at a ti like this? Rather, I felt like playing dumb was my best move at the mont. The woman behind the desk was calm, looking up and down one more ti with a bit of interest.
“You may call Mary.”
“Like… the virgin?”
“Oh my… how bold.”
“No, I an…” I tried to defend myself but then shook my head so I didn’t get flustered. “Rather, why am I here?”
She sat back, pursing her lips thoughtfully. “You don’t trust the church very much, do you?”
Of course, the church was always the bad guy. How could I trust them? They captured Carmine. They forced here. They were trying to use a clockwork dragon! They tossed Salicia and Carmine into slavery! Who knew what else they had done?
“Do I have a reason to?” I decided to answer with another question.
She leaned forward, her chest bouncing as it flopped on the desk, even though she wasn’t leaning very far. How did she write with those things in the way?
“Do you know anything about the church?”
“Only what I have heard from others,” I responded shortly.
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow and then took the glass that the priest handed her.
I noticed he hadn’t made anything. She drank the cup slowly, seeming completely unrushed.
“So, is there anything I should know?” I asked, feeling a bit annoyed.
“There have been many religions over the years, but only ours has beco the main religion. We believe in the Mother and the Daughter. However, in recent years, the church has beco… divided. It has co to a point where things might very well co to war.”
“The church… is at war?”
She nodded sadly. “It might be, very soon. There are several sects that have broken off. The sect here in Aberis has a great deal of reverence for the Mother. We worship birth, leadership, ideals, and nourishnt. The other sect favors the Daughter. They lean towards youth and innovation. Of course, over the years of this conflict, both sides have recruited many numbers. And the support finally settled on a specific feature of the Mother and the Daughter. This is the central source of our conflict now, and the choice that we haven’t been able to settle in a thousand years to this very day.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What is that?”
“Big chests over flat chests.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Ah! Let officially introduce my church!” She stood up and then bowed, her giant breasts smashing on the table as she did so. “I am Archbishop Mary, of the Church of Big Titties!”
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