Profession, Merchant Volume 13 Chapter 14 (Patreon)

Chapter 14 – Miss Priestess, the Ever-Reliable “Big Sis” XIV

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The beautiful woman who walked on the waves turned out to be the older sister of the priestess.


Not the church kind, but the real kind, related by blood.


“Hello, good evening.”


As for my impression, to be honest, it wasn’t the good kind.


First of all, I don’t mean that she has the aura of a crazy woman, but rather that it’s me.


I feel like I’m the one who wants to do crazy things to her.


While she was the type of lady who would politely bow to a stranger like me standing next to the priestess, unlike the “sister” nun I encounter in church, she wears pure white robes with geometric patterns running across them to emphasize the undulations of the body, which when worn by someone with a feminine and soft body like hers, are more suggestive to the opposite sex than they are of clergy to symbolize discipline.


The slits give a glimpse of her white thighs, and the wide pelvis that gives way to her large buttocks promises a healthy childbirth at a glance.


“H-hello…”


I replied.


But… Miss Priestess’ sister?


She doesn’t look like that at all.


Her soft, motherly eyes, in stark contrast to the priestess’ sharp ones.


A beautiful body that contrasts with the slender body of the priestess.


And compared to the modest breasts of the priestess… well, her breasts are average.


As far as I can see, she’s barely a C-cup.


Yep. They are sisters, after all.


“What are you doing here, elder sister?”


“What am I doing here? I’ve been worried sick about you ever since I heard you were kicked out of Andersen, and I’ve been looking for you all over the world ever since.”


I see. In that case, she must have been worried.


From her sister’s point of view, the priestess’ whereabouts have been unknown since her exile.


“Sigh. Fortunately, I was able to detect your magical traces in the past few days, and tracing them finally led me to you. If you’re safe, why didn’t you at least contact your sister?”


“Hmph.”


Is this… it? An older sister’s heart cannot understand a younger sister’s heart?


Despite her older sister’s grateful concern, the priestess is unfriendly.


“Anyway, now that you’ve confirmed that I’m safe, you can go home. Scram.”


She even spat out such a harsh comment.


“Of course I’m going home. With you. Now follow me.”


“What are you saying? I’m not going home.”


“Stop complaining. If you can’t stay with Andersen, wouldn’t it be best for you to come to Mello and live with me and our father?”


“I don’t like it. I’ve decided to spend the rest of my life lazing around with this man.”


“This man?”


The elder sister tilts her head and looks at my face.


“What do you prefer, this man with such a naughty face? Or me, your sister?”


When she said those words, which were nothing but insults, I took back all the nice things I was thinking about this elder sister.


“This naughty-looking man, of course.”


Never mind. These sisters are the same for better or worse.


However, this was no time to worry about such slanderous remarks about my face.


I noticed that her soft eyes had become bloodshot, and she was staring at me with a face like a monster.


What is wrong with this woman?


She’s scaring me.


“And you, Mr. Homewrecker! Tell me, what is this child to you?”


“Um. I’m her (sex) friend.”


I answered honestly.


Of course, I thought she would get angry if I said “sex friend,” so I told the “sex” part in a low voice that even I couldn’t hear.


“Umu. He’s my (sex) friend.”


But the priestess seemed to get it because she followed suit.


“M-muu, then I’ll ask you again. This ‘whatever’ friend or me, your sister. Which one do you prefer, Lala?”


“This ‘whatever’ friend.”


“Ggggh… kiih!”


The older sister screams and kicks the ground.


Almost straight out of a comic book.


It’s completely different from my first impression.


“Well, that’s okay. You like him more than me? I don’t care. Do you think I’d be depressed? Ha, you got it wrong!”


Ahhh, she’s getting flustered.


I’m starting to feel a little sorry for this sister.


“Fufu, fufufufu… Yes, whether you like me or not, you just have to shut up and follow me.”


“What the hell?”


I thought, but something didn’t seem right.


“What a pity. Yes, what a pity. When our father was sent to Mello, I should have taken you with me no matter what. The Mello Empire, where the Papacy is, and the Holy Land of the Messianic Faith. If only you had come with me back then, then I… I would have made you pope without fail.”


“Thank you for your thoughts. But I don’t regret staying in Andersen at all. It’s the land our mother loved.”


Come to think of it, when I first met her, the priestess told me that her mother had passed away.


“You keep saying that. But no matter how hard you worked in that country, that country didn’t appreciate it at all. And in the end, they kicked you out, just like that. There’s no reason for you to like that place anymore, is there?”


“Kuh…”


“But that’s okay. Thanks to this, you’ve been ‘liberated’ from that place, the place where they are blind to your true value. It’s not too late. All you have to do is leave that country behind and come to us in the Mello Empire. If you do that, I’ll definitely make you pope. If you become pope, you will be of great help to your father. And every one of them will regret what they have done to you.”


Crap. This is the course of events I am not prepared for.


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