Reborn as A Holy Knight (Remake) Volume 2 Chapter 17 (Patreon)

Chapter 17 – Those Who are Seeking Blessings, Part 2

《I knew I had chosen the right guy to be my Holy Knight. Go forth, Alfred. Prove to them what it means to be my own apostle! 》

(Oh, well. Since I’ve been given abilities beyond my capacity, I’ll do my best to reciprocate them. As everyone says, great power comes with great responsibility.)

《Well said. But don’t push yourself too hard.》

(I won’t. More importantly, Xaneela. are you alright?)

《On what?》

(Your divine powers. All the energy I use for the blessings and Divine Skill comes from you. Won’t you run out of it eventually?)

《Ahh, that. You don’t have to worry about it. You can even assume it’s infinite.》

(Infinite?)

《Well, it’s not really infinite, but, let’s see… If we compare the humans’ need for energy for 100 years to a cell battery, then the energy consumed by one breath of the gods is equivalent to a full decade of operation of a nuclear power plant. Do you finally get it?》

(…Ah, yes. I have just realized how small we are.)

《That is also why no matter how much power we have, we can’t directly intervene. The burden it will put on the world is just too great. So it’s better to let someone like you use it as you please instead. But, as I’ve said many times before, don’t push yourself too hard.》

(Okay.)

“Hey, holy knight, are you alright?”

Suddenly, one of the ladies, who looked worried about my silence, called out to me.

They must have interpreted my conversation with Xaneela as me zoning out.

“Hm?”

“Ah, s-sorry for disturbing you. It’s just… you seem to be lost in thoughts.”

I glanced at the woman.

She looked somewhat apologetic, and now that I noticed, the other women standing behind her also looked somewhat uneasy.

“Y-you don’t really have to force yourself to do all of us. Just the ones you like. Yes. Just the ones you like.”

Apparently, when I was silent and had a complex expression on my face, they thought I was trying to figure out how to say no.

I put on my best smile to reassure everyone in the room.

“Please rest assured,” I said. “In the name of Xaneela, the Goddess of Fertility and Prosperity, I am here to serve you all.”

“I see. You have our utmost gratitude. Though we’re only half joking back there….”

“So you’re also half-serious?”

“No. I mean, we’re already….”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about, isn’t it? Come.”

I might not have thought much of these aunties’ blushing faces under normal circumstances, but they now looked a little more adorable, perhaps because I had decided to accompany them as a holy knight.

I will make them happy without exemption.

My only problem is I don’t know how to deal with such a large number of people. Even more, I would like to deal with each one of them properly, and I want them to be happy at least while they join bodies with me.

Then again, if we are to move from here to another place, such as an inn, it will look like a shameful procession outside. So we consulted with Alma and asked her to let us use the guest rooms at the temple.

There’s also the problem that a person would take too much time if I loved them as dearly as possible. So we decided to have each person take turns for an hour.

Of course, some felt uncomfortable facing me alone, so I decided to allow group sessions, but for them not to inconvenience the others, I asked them to also abide by the one(1) hour limit.

“I’m sorry. I really wished I could spend more time with you all.”

When I apologized for the time limit and the fact that we had to take turns, rather than being unsatisfied, they even thanked me for the fact that they could be with me for an hour. It seems that all these women who stayed are already prepared for the worst, and that is anticipating that they’ll only be exposing their genitalia and get injected with my seed like some sort of creampie machine.

Make sure you wet yourselves first. I couldn’t help but imagine the sight of several women in line, masturbating their orifices, then me penetrating them one by one and injecting their wombs with my seed. Honestly, I also find it interesting.

But I can’t do that, or my conscience with haunt me.

…

And so, for the next 10 days, I had a lot of sex.

Since we decided it would be one hour per person, it would take me two whole days to finish this number.

But of course, though I could do it by myself, I didn’t dare to go 24 hours straight for the sake of the women, so we only spent about 10 to 12 hours per day in sex.

But why did it take ten days even though there were only 30 people?

The reason why the calculations still didn’t add up is that after hearing the stories of those who had finished, more and more people came.

At first, they were too embarrassed to come, but some convinced them by saying that if “everyone else is doing it, then I should do it too,” like some sort of fad. Others came because they wanted to have another child despite already having one, while others simply wanted to have sex, though they also don’t mind getting pregnant while at it.

In the end, the number of women I had sex with reached nearly a hundred.

It was a good experience and not painful at all, but it still couldn’t help but make me tired.

Xaneela’s blessings are infinite, but my power as a bearer of them seems to have a limit, and after doing it with the last woman, I lost consciousness like a string that had snapped.

I must have fallen asleep for a few days after that, and it was not long after I woke up that I received a visit from Alma.

Thanks to a few days of sleep, the post-event sluggishness was blown away like a lie, and I felt happy as if I had a good dream while I was sleeping.

“Thank you for the hard work, Sir Alfred.”

“Haha, that was really tiring. But now I feel satisfied and glad I could do them all.”

“That’s very kind of you to say.”

Then Alma, who had been worried that she might have pushed me too hard, along with a relieved breath. But her worry was only for a moment.

“Alma. I think… it’s about time for me to leave this town.”

Alma looked a little sad when I told her this, but she immediately gave me a kind smile.

“I think so too. Because there are still a lot of people waiting for you, Sir Alfred.”

I think it’s safe to say that I’ve already done what I need to do in this town.

I am sad to say goodbye to everyone, but Alma is right. As long as people are waiting for me all over the world, I can’t stay in this town, no matter how comfortable I am here.

“But at least, would you allow us to express our thanks?”

“Express… your thanks?”

“Yes. After what you’ve done, many people became indebted to you, Sir Alfred. And because of that, we are flooded with requests from the residents for ways to thank you personally.”

I was happy to receive their praises, but I also knew that I shouldn’t ask too much from them. After all, they will have many children and will need to spend a lot of money to sustain them in the future.

Ah, now that I remember…

“Well, if they insist, I would be happy to receive any weapons or armor they no longer need.”

“Weapons and armor?”

“Yes. I want to continue my journey, but my current equipment is a little inadequate.”

I want not only swords but also spears and bows.

The war is over, and the demand for such things is probably decreasing, so it would probably not hurt them much if I were to ask for these surplus items for myself.

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