Daphne didn't know where she had gone wrong. Could it be that she had been spotted by someone just because she had briefly shown up on the battlefield?
She could hardly stand steadily now, and she had to struggle hard to hold back her voice. The subtle, tingling sensation kept reverberating throughout her body. The repeated cramps and spasms in her calves made the girl's attempts to hold on seem ridiculous and pitiful.
She hadn't even been touched much. Just the friction of her pantyhose and the pressure from walking had already made her reach the peak more than ten times. Daphne thought it was a miracle that she was still able to keep her sanity.
However, the situation suddenly became serious, and the nervousness made her body even more sensitive.
"Oh♡——!"
This time, Daphne finally couldn't hold back her voice. Her rosy eyes rolled back slightly, and the girl raised her swan-like slender neck high. A plaintive cry burst out from her cherry-pink lips.
She hadn't done anything. Just imagining what would happen if she was caught by Grevya was enough to...
Daphne completely lost her strength and slumped limply against the tree trunk. Her slender legs covered by white silk pantyhose spread to the sides in a duck-sitting position. The porcelain-like whiteness of her legs almost blended in with the snow on the surface of the soil.
Grevya had long seen the pine tree with a thin layer of frost on its trunk from a distance. Coupled with the occasional rapid gasps of breath, she easily judged that there was someone hiding behind it.
She used appropriate verbal intimidation, deliberately making her footsteps audible to induce nervousness in her opponent.
Her Highness the Saintess was trying out those psychological tactics she had learned from books, but she hadn't expected the effect to be so good. After a soft, melodious cry like singing, the person behind the tree sat down on their own.
"Hmph, are you doing those blasphemous things again at an inappropriate time?" Grevya knew without thinking what the half-blood girl was doing. Before she got close, she continued her verbal attack. "Shameless. Are you planning to splash it on my face again this time? Do you think you can buy a chance to escape like this?"
"No, it's not like that♡... I'm not that kind of person♡..."
Facing Grevya's humiliation, Daphne's weak rebuttal seemed so feeble, after all, those were things she had actually done before.
Why had things become so embarrassing?
The more she tried to salvage her image, the worse it got. Daphne didn't dare to tell Grevya that she was actually the Pope. Otherwise, the authoritative image she had painstakingly built up would collapse overnight, and all her previous efforts would be in vain.
Daphne was Daphne, and Bertram was Bertram. Just like the many avatars and roles she had played before, they had to be completely separated.
The half-blood Daphne was a little pervert with lustful thoughts. What did she have to do with the solemn and majestic Pope?
Unconsciously, Daphne's mentality had shifted towards just giving up and completely admitted that she was a little pervert with lustful thoughts at present.
But even though she had already comforted herself by cutting off her past self, when Grevya's elegant white-gold high-heeled shoe stepped over her knee and gracefully stepped on the ground between her legs, Daphne couldn't help but shudder all over.
Secretly, she reached the peak once again.
Grevya's legs and feet were very beautiful, as exquisite as works of art. Covered by white silk, they were as flawless as jade. The curve of her calf muscles was soft and just the perfect alluring arc. The white-gold high heels that matched her saintess dress made Grevya's already tall and slender figure look even taller and more graceful.
Daphne, who was consumed by lust, was mesmerized and couldn't take her eyes off them.
"Last time it was the chest, and this time it's the legs?" Grevya noticed Daphne's gaze, and her tone was slightly contemptuous. "Is there nothing but lust in your half-blood head?"
Hearing Grevya's disdainful and contemptuous tone, Daphne immediately sobered up. She quickly shook her head. "No, it's not like that. I don't..."
But then she paused and choked up.
She didn't know what to say next, and she didn't dare to look up at Her Highness the Saintess whom she had brought up with her own hands. So she could only continue to lower her head and stare at the other's legs and feet.
Daphne just felt that the sense of guilt and immorality in her heart kept rising and couldn't be suppressed anymore.
When Grevya saw the pink blush on the half-blood girl's face, she knew that she definitely hadn't been doing anything good just now, and her tone became even colder. "Did you think you'd never see me again? I haven't forgotten your offense, half-blood."
"I... I didn't mean it... Wuwuwu, I'm sorry..." Daphne no longer had the air of confidence and smugness from before. She looked so pitiful that she seemed easy to bully.
How could she mess up even when just trying to gain some experience?
Daphne felt that her luck had been really bad ever since she was forced to put on those beads. It was like she couldn't even drink cold water without getting something stuck in her teeth. There was only a tiny loophole among her countless calculations, but that loophole happened to be caught.
"Sorry?" Grevya snorted coldly.
She pulled out the dagger from the leather scabbard at her waist and casually threw it at her feet, piercing a floating translucent blue semi-transparent right-hand-shaped creature on the ground and nailing it into the snow. "I don't feel any sincerity in your apology at all."
It was all over.
Daphne's last struggle and hope were completely crushed.
Grevya's learning ability was truly terrifying. She would never make the same mistake twice after being taught a lesson. Ever since she had been tripped by having her heel pulled, Her Highness the Saintess had become especially vigilant about threats from around her feet.
"Then... what would count as sincere?" Daphne asked tremulously.
She wanted to look up and meet the saintess's gaze, but as soon as she saw those ice-blue eyes, she remembered the time when she had raised and educated Grevya in the past. The contrast and gap in their identities made her feel heartbroken and unacceptable.
So she could only lower her head again, and her gaze would occasionally fall on Grevya's delicate and slender legs and feet.
Grevya noticed Daphne's gaze and suddenly had a strange thought in her mind. "If you're willing to lick my feet, I might consider forgiving your previous offense and treating you at least as a normal captive."
"W-What? Lick where!?" Daphne was startled.
Grevya rarely repeated herself. She directly took off her right high heel and slowly pulled out her fair, moon-cream-like silk-stockinged foot from the shoe and lifted it in front of Daphne's eyes.
"Lick here," she said coldly.