Chapter 0126: Mental Torture
Sky Castle, Throne Room.
"Uwah—this guy's expression is so gross!" Hayashi couldn't hide his disgust after seeing Nigun's face through the mirror. "If it were a blonde, blue-eyed, big-chested beauty of a nun doing this instead, it'd probably be way better!"
Beside him, Hisako raised her hand and said, "Young Master, we don't have a blonde, blue-eyed beauty of a nun, but we can definitely find a blonde, purple-eyed one—and she'd have big breasts too!"
Hayashi pondered for a few seconds before shifting his gaze to Erina, mentally picturing his girlfriend in a black-and-white nun's habit—especially the sight of those alluring legs wrapped in white lace stockings with garters.
"Yabai, that's too lewd—"
Hayashi instinctively sniffed and said, "Hisako, you're a genius! How did you come up with such an amazing idea?"
"Not at all, it's all thanks to your guidance, Young Master!"
Meanwhile, Erina, her face flushed red, slammed her fist on the armrest and gritted her teeth. "You two! Stop discussing things like this at a time and place like this!"
Hayashi gave her a helpless look and muttered, "Erina, after all this time, you still haven't gotten used to it?"
Hisako also sighed. "Exactly! You need to step up, Erina! At times like these, you should just decisively put on the nun outfit and dazzle the Young Master senseless!"
Erina covered her face with both hands, her long legs kicking wildly at the air in front of her. "I'll never get used to it! Absolutely never!"
Hisako sighed again, then looked apologetically at Hayashi. "Sorry, Young Master. My lady is just the type to get easily embarrassed. Please bear with her."
Hayashi shook his head dismissively. "Hisako, you just don't get it, do you? Don't you think this is exactly Erina's charm? That easily flustered, blush-prone personality is something others would kill for—it opens up all kinds of shameful play possibilities, ya know?"
Hisako's eyes widened in awe. "So that's how it is! So the Young Master has been considering things on this level!? As expected of you! So there's a shameful play route too? Hmm—"
Hayashi raised a finger. "For example, when Erina's feeling the most pleasure, making her sweetly whisper 'darling' in your ear before continuing—how about that? Pretty great, right?"
Hisako's eyes burned with fervor as she clenched her fists. "Young Master, you—are—my—god—"
"Both of you, shut up and hurry up with the next part of the plan already, damn it!"
The next moment, Erina, her face beet red, grabbed strawberries from the table and hurled them at Hayashi and Hisako's heads.
"Alright, alright—" Hayashi effortlessly caught the strawberry with a soft touch and popped it into his mouth. Then, thoughtfully, he said to Hisako, "Come to think of it, this strawberry was taken from the plate by Erina but ended up in my mouth—so, rounding it off, doesn't that mean she fed it to me personally?"
Hisako froze for a moment, then looked at the strawberry in her hand with excited eyes, exclaiming, "As expected of the young master! I never thought I'd get to eat a strawberry fed to me by Erina herself!"
Erina: "???"
You two better cut it out right now, you idiots! It's not like I've never fed you strawberries by hand before!? If anything, Hayashi, you damn foot-fetishist, you've gone beyond hand-feeding—you've even...
Ah, damn it! Why has the dignified heiress of the Nakiri Family been reduced to playing the role of a comedic straight man like this?!
Today's Erina is also being mercilessly bullied—
Huh? You're asking where Yunyun is?
What are you thinking? It's already past eleven! A child like Yunyun needs to sleep early and wake up early to stay healthy and grow strong!
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A few minutes later, Erina, who had attempted to resist and reassert her authority, was now sitting in Hayashi's lap with both hands covering her face. Hayashi had his right arm wrapped around her waist while his left hand played with the absolute territory at the edge of her thigh-high socks. Occasionally, his fingers would slip between the socks and her thighs or trace the indentations where the socks pressed into her skin—much to Hisako's envy.
Hisako: Sniffle I want to touch Erina's noble legs too!
"Let's descend," Hayashi instructed Violet. "If we wait any longer, the people below might faint from fright."
Honestly, you couldn't blame Hayashi. Erina was just too captivating, so he ended up teasing her for a few minutes, leaving the members of the Sunshine Scripture kneeling on the ground the entire time. Kneeling for a few minutes wasn't the issue—it was the psychological pressure, you know?
'Why are these angels just watching? Say something already—'
'Where's the god? Why hasn't the god appeared yet?'
'What's even happening right now? Why is it so silent??'
'Why is that city just floating in the air? What the hell is going onnn—'
Under the torment of this unknown fear, Nigun felt like a shut-in whose phone—filled with thousands of lewd images—was being casually scrolled through by his crush. In just a few minutes, his forehead was drenched in sweat.
This was terrifying! It was outright psychological torture!
Just as Nigun felt like he was about to die from dehydration, the clinking of armor echoed around him. The angels simultaneously dropped to one knee in reverence, and the sight of these "mythical beings kneeling" further shattered Nigun's worldview.
Brain-meltingly shocking!!
'It must be a god—it has to be!' Nigun screamed internally, but he kept his head bowed, not daring to look up and see what was happening.
A few seconds later, a pair of legs clad in silver-white standard-issue armor entered Nigun's field of vision. A stern woman's voice sounded above him: "Raise your head and follow us to pay homage to the Great Supreme One!"
"Yes—"
Including Nigun, the members of the Sunshine Scripture answered with utmost piety.
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Hayashi shook his head and remarked, "They're way too easy to fool, huh?"
Hisako shrugged and said, "Young master, after all, you even brought out an angel. For those who believe in angels, it's truly a dimensional strike."
Think about it—if one day, your favorite fried chicken suddenly spoke to you and said, "Hello, I am the God of Fried Chicken. Seeing how much you love fried chicken, I am willing to bless you. From now on, when you eat fried chicken, not only will you not gain weight from the calories, but you'll also become healthier the more you eat. Your physique will improve, and eight-pack abs, a V-line, and a toned waist will be just around the corner!"
Trust me, you'd be even more devout than Nigun—you'd probably enshrine the God of Fried Chicken and happily gorge on fried chicken every day, earning the title of Fried Chicken Immortal!
At that moment, Erina huffily kicked her own calf and scolded, "That's enough! Others are almost here, and you're still groping around!"
"Oh, right, sorry, sorry. It just felt too good—I couldn't bear to let go," Hayashi coughed awkwardly before releasing Erina from his arms. She quickly rolled away, jumped down, and returned to her seat, her face flushed as she straightened her clothes.
Hisako couldn't help but think, If they're like this before even getting married, won't they be glued together every day after the wedding?
Just as the three in the room were adjusting their appearances, Kayle's voice sounded from outside the door: "Supreme One, the intruders have been brought before you."
Hayashi quickly rubbed his face with both hands, trying to adopt a cold expression, then spoke in a voice laced with three parts indifference, three parts aloofness, three parts superiority, and ninety-one parts acting: "Enter, Kayle."
"As you command—"
The grand hall's doors swung open, and Kayle, clad in golden armor, strode in first. Behind her were the members of the Sunshine Scripture, looking as wide-eyed as Granny Liu visiting the Grand View Garden.
Why are some of them walking with the same arm and leg? And not just one—multiple?!
Hayashi's lips twitched. What's wrong with these people? Their inexplicable nervousness is making me nervous too!
Damn it.
Under Hayashi's gaze, Nigun led his subordinates before the throne and, under Kayle's icy stare, obediently prostrated himself on the ground.
That said, the Sunshine Scripture's current mood was less humiliation and more relief, as most of them were thinking—
Thank goodness we can kneel—my legs were about to give out!
Pathetic. Get off the battlefield!
Hayashi shot Hisako a meaningful look, and she, ever the dutiful mouthpiece, nodded firmly before stepping forward. She coldly regarded Nigun below and said, "Mortals, why have you trespassed upon the territory of the Sky Citadel?"
Hayashi couldn't help but cheer inwardly: Amazing, Hisako! Starting off with an accusation—so cool!
T-trespassing?!
Nigun broke out in a cold sweat. He instinctively raised his head but, realizing his mistake, forcefully pressed it back down with his own hands, stammering, "A m-misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Divine Emissary, please allow me to explain my actions!"
"Oh?"
Hisako's voice lilted slightly upward as she spoke with a hint of playful amusement, "Then let us hear your reasons!"
"Yes!"
Nigun's voice brimmed with excitement as he knelt on the ground, keeping his head bowed to avoid "gazing upon the divine." He spoke rapidly, "W-we had no idea this was divine territory! We merely intended to invade the Re-Estize Kingdom by attacking villages to lure out the Warrior Captain Gazef Stronoff and eliminate him—"
In truth, had it not been for Ainz's intervention in the original story, their plan would have succeeded—Gazef had already begun to falter by then. Had the battle continued, the kingdom's citizens would have been attending Gazef's funeral feast.