How Jeanne d'Arc wished that the object blocking her mouth wasn't hollow, but solid and without holes.
That way, nothing would flow through those holes into her mouth.
At most, it would just sar across her face, like applying face cream.
But because of those holes, everything seeped in, driving her to the brink of madness.
As for why the girl Xenovia slipped and ended up sitting on her, it could also be said to be sowhat related to Jeanne.
The reason the floor was slippery was because of her.
Since she had been restrained the entire ti and wasn't allowed to relieve herself, she eventually lost control.
Of course, the root cause of it all was that damned Nekomata, the one nad Kuroka, who had tied her up.
It made her experience the greatest humiliation of her life, a sha so deep it was etched into her very being.
Kill her!
She absolutely had to slaughter that damn Nekomata!
Huh? Jeanne, whose consciousness was still in disarray and whose expression was utterly broken, suddenly felt sothing strange happening to her body.
Sothing was being injected into her?
Injected?
Into her body?
This startled her—was soone doing sothing indescribable to her?
The mont she snapped back to reality in a panic, her horrified expression shifted to one of bewildernt.
It wasn't what she had imagined. Instead, a floating card hovered before her, its bizarre figure transforming into light and seeping into her body.
She could feel her power explosively increasing, instantly granting her the strength of a Satan-level.
What was going on?
After a mont of stunned silence, her expression turned bitter, and she looked with complex emotions at the person who had forcibly turned her into a Demon God Pillar.
From now on, that person was her master—King Solomon.
"Miss Jeanne, please go inside and clean up," Rias said, handing the unfortunate girl a clean bath towel and face towel, guiding her toward a glowing magic circle nearby that led to a bathroom.
Asia and Xenovia had already stumbled in ahead of her, looking utterly disheveled.
For so ti after this, the two of them would be too ashad to show their faces.
If Rias hadn't seen it wrong earlier, Jeanne had rubbed her face against Xenovia's underwear, pulling it down, and it seed like she saw fluid leaking from two places, didn't she?
To think even that area wasn't spared.
If soone wanted to use that part of her too, should she refuse?
Well, should I ask Akeno if she has experienced such a situation and how it felt?
No, no, asking Akeno about this would only give her an opportunity to act smug.
"Thank you."
After expressing her gratitude, Jeanne d'Arc hurriedly rushed inside as well.
Rias, who watched her figure disappear, then turned her gaze back to the only male in the room, looking at him with deep resentnt.
Ah, if only that day—the day she was supposed to transform into a Demon God Pillar—Kuroka hadn't caused trouble.
Then she wouldn't have been surpassed by so many others.
So, Rias also shot a glare at the black cat before shifting her gaze to a golden-haired woman, one whose beauty and figure were no less than her own—Lavinia Reni.
This woman felt sowhat similar to Asia, though her personality was a bit naive, which was why Kuroka managed to coax her into agreeing to beco one of the Demon God Pillars as well.
But was that really the case?
"Hmm, I'll choose this one."
There were two cards suitable for her, so the just-awakened Lavinia chose the one that looked more appealing.
Her agreent wasn't because she was foolish enough to be fooled by Kuroka.
She had observed carefully before making her decision. The key factor that solidified her resolve was the attitude of the angel Gabriel toward him—how she revered him.
If such a pure and holy angel recognized him, it was clear he was soone trustworthy.
At that mont, a chirping sound rang out, drawing Lavinia's attention. She was slightly taken aback to see a familiar figure, from whom a fiery bird erged—that was Suzaku.
Though they were acquainted, they weren't particularly close, having only collaborated once before.
She hadn't expected that the next head of the Hijima family would also beco one of his Demon God Pillars.
Well, the temptation was quite significant, as it ant becoming a deity in a sense.
However, a major reason for her joining was likely the invitation from her nearly identical younger sister.
When the two dressed up carefully, it was almost impossible to tell them apart; anyone would assu they were twins.
Taking a slight deep breath, Lavinia infused her magic into the card in her hand, beginning her transformation.
"Mr. Renji, what about mine?"
The owner of a voice so gentle it could lt one's heart and soul caused everyone to pause. The speaker was the most beautiful woman present, both in figure and appearance—Gabriel.
As an angel, was she also going to beco one of his Seventy-Two Demon Gods?
"This Demon God Pillar card actually offers little improvent for soone of your level, Miss Gabriel."
As he said, for soone of Gabriel's stature, the enhancent from the Seventy-Two Demon Gods was minimal.
Thus, Renji's words brought a trace of sadness to that exquisitely beautiful face.
"Additionally, as a man, I don't wish to tarnish Miss Gabriel's pure and flawless image as a holy angel in any way, not even the slightest change in aura or appearance."
This was indeed the reason Renji had no intention of giving her a Demon God Pillar card.
The angel before him was like a perfect work of art; any further carving or adornnt would only mar its perfection.
As he looked at her, Renji recalled events that had just concluded not long ago, and he couldn't help but drift into a daze.
Though it brought her pleasure as well, she too lacked that kind of desire, possessing only pure and untainted devotion.
However, there were a few subtle flickers of her angelic wings—a slight sign of corruption erging during monts of her divine descent.
But these were very faint, unnoticeable unless one paid close attention.
Speaking of which, why did the two of them also address him this way? It was because they weren't yet ready to publicly reveal his identity as the new God of the Bible.
This wasn't sothing Heaven intended to conceal, but rather a request made by Renji.
Lay low when it's ti to be discreet, and rise boldly when the mont calls for it—reveal the truth when the ti is right for such a display.
"I see~"
Hearing this response, Gabriel's exquisitely beautiful face couldn't help but reveal a charming smile that could even captivate other won.
Originally, Gabriel had prepared herself for the possibility of falling into corruption, but she never expected that her Lord preferred her to remain a pure angel.
Recalling the purification that had just concluded, a faint blush spread across Gabriel's porcelain-smooth skin.
She could still feel shy when the situation called for it.
That incredibly wicked thing existed within her as well—and in greater quantity than in Asia and Xenovia.
The only difference was that Gabriel kept it stored away in an exceptionally dreadful place.
So, this master is truly full of mischief.
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