“It’s scandalous!” The priest fumed. “Why did our Goddess choose those… Those two!” He raved. “They are too open!”
Not that Romoly cared. He calmly signed invites to the announced wedding. His office had been visited many times now by various people. They knew he was the closest to Elana and wanted to know his stance.
And he did let them know. As gently as possible. Romoly was quite happy about the chance, too. But not everything was perfect.
The Saintess and her Knight had announced their relationship status right after the… Orgasm…
Romoly shook his head. He wasn’t exactly happy about their public display of passion a week ago. Especially when it caused the Prince… Princess? When it caused Frederick to break into tears and Elana’s sister to launch a nasty-looking glob of liquid at the Saintess.
The following chaos was not something Romoly wanted a repeat of. And then they discovered the deaths of three dukes and the King…
“-And now they live in the castle as if they own it!” The priest hadn’t stopped complaining.
“It’s because they are girls, isn’t it?” Romoly interrupted the man.
The Priest grew red, then deflated. “It is…” He groaned. “I just… I just can’t really… That is the Goddess’s will, and I will follow it. But…”
“People are too stuck into tradition. And this one isn’t even worth defending.” Romoly resumed creating the invites.
Everyone important had to be there. Romoly had taken it upon himself to create the best wedding possible for his two darlings.
The best food, the best musicians, the best decorations, the best servants. Only the best for the Saintess and her Knight.
“You say as if it is easy to change people’s minds.” The Priest plopped down in the chair and looked over the stack of envelopes on Romoly’s table. “There are already those who oppose openly.”
“And how is it going?” Romoly wasn’t bothered. He had heard about the few viscounts who had not been present in the gathering raise objections against the Saintess and her Knight taking over the rule over the kingdom – even if it was only temporarily. For now, anyway.
“…” The Priest wilted even more. “All dead.” He pulled out a scroll and dropped it among the envelopes. “These are the news about it. The Knight herself went and did it. They… Did not stand a chance.”
“Well, that was expected.” Romoly had no compassion for the fools. “They did call her the Saintess’s little lap dog.”
The Priest shuddered. “She is too scary. I saw what was left of those viscounts. They were tortured. The Knight… I don’t think she is right in the head.”
“Perhaps…” Romoly allowed. “But we do need a strong hand to lead us. And since same-sex couples are now allowed… Even encouraged… We will need a powerful and ruthless leader.”
“That is not a good way to rule.” The Priest spoke his mind. “Fear is not a good motivator.”
“I agree,” Romoly dropped his quill and stretched. “But it won’t be just fear. Elana reached out and passed me a few of her plans. Here.” He pulled out a scroll from beneath the mountain of paper and threw it to the Priest – who Romoly was pretty sure was one of the Pope’s right-hand men.
The Priest unscrolled the paper and began to read. He hummed while chewing on the information. “This is quite… Nobles won’t like this. It will remove the ground under their feet.”
“And give it to the common folk.” Romoly nodded.
“While keeping the Saintess and the Knight as the sole rulers.” The Priest evaluated. “Well, and the Church. And… Huh?”
“Oh, that.” Romoly didn’t know what to say. “Apparently, having sex between sisters should be allowed?”
“It says same-sex incest is fine,” The priest’s jaw dropped. “What?” He looked Romoly directly in the eyes.
“Uh. Well…” The Bishop felt a corner of his mouth twitch in annoyance. “Apparently… Elana has been doing it with her sister, and… She wants to share their relationships publicly.”
“What?” The Priest looked broken. “What?” He repeated.
“What I said…”
“But Elana is the Saintess’s Knight!” The Priest couldn’t wrap his head around the thought. “Does the Saintess know? Is the Saintess abused?” His mind was racing.
Which caused Romoly to sigh. “Nothing of the sort. The Saintess is… Having sex with Elana’s sister, too… Apparently.”
“How… How does that work?”
“Read further…” Romoloy opened a drawer and took out a bottle of fine vine. “A drink.”
“Yes.” The Priest hurried to read. And from the expression, he was left baffled. “What?”
“She calls it a harem.” Romoly found a couple glasses and poured the drink. He then handed it to the Priest.
After emptying the glass, the Priest rubbed his eyes. “The Pope has to know about this. As fast as possible.” He dropped all pretences.
“I already sent him everything. This is just a copy.” Romoly followed the example and finished his glass, too. “Another one?”
“…Yes.” The Agent groaned. “This is such a mess. And it will have to be us who ensure everything works properly.” He complained.
“Well… You are not wrong.” Romoly wondered if he had enough vine. He didn’t feel like working anymore. “But also…”
“Well, I am happy for you. I am Frank, by the way.” The Agent looked at the ceiling.
“What do you mean?”
“The same-sex stuff.” Frank pointed out. “I am happy you can be open about it now.”
“…W-what?” Romoly began to sweat. “You knew? The Pope knew?”
“Of course,” Frank shrugged. “We keep track of what happens around His Holiness. So…” He hesitated. “I know a guy. Are you interested?”
“What?” The world seemed to move too fast for Romoly.
“Well, I guess there is no rush. We can discuss this later.” Frank moved on. He emptied another glass while leaning back in his seat. “A harem, huh? I wonder who is in it.” He paused. “And could I also get one?”
Romoly facepalmed.
