Chapter 52: For the Best Burn, Start at the Roots!

(Celia’s POV)

Celia: “Let’s put this in the past, Ria.” I propose.

Ria: “What do you mean?” She replied with a confused expression.

Celia: “It hurts me to see you beat yourself up over what you did. It wasn’t right, but you’ve improved, and you will not make the same mistakes again. You should forgive yourself, just as I have already forgiven you.” I explain.

Ria: “…I will try.” She said with a smile.

Celia: “That’s all I ask of you. Now, I’ve always wanted to have sex on a bell tower…” I say with a seductive tone.

Ria: “Really?… That is an odd want…” She said with a surprised tone.

Celia: “I was joking! But we might as well try, since we do have the chance to do so, after all.” I say with a pout.

It didn’t take long for Ria to change me from a pouting girl to one that was moaning like a virgin. Fuck… She might not be using her sex magic, but Ria wasn’t holding back on her techniques anymore. Much to my pleasure, but physically and mentally…

Much Sex Later.

Celia: “…”

Ria: “What’s wrong?” She asked.

Celia: “Did you really have to edge me so that I would have my final orgasm once the bell rang?” I reply with a pouting tone.

Ria: “If I didn’t, we would have made good use of that venue, Celia.” She said, in defense of her lewd decision.

Celia: “…”

Well, at least that the bell drowned out the sound of my loud moaning… Though that didn’t really matter, as I am sure that this entire damn kingdom heard Ria pleasuring me half to death…

Ria: “It is very nice to be able to use most of my sex techniques on you.” She said with a happy tone.

Celia: “Most of? You have more!?” I exclaim in horror.

Ria: “Of course. Your human body wouldn’t be able to withstand the rest of them.” She replied with a laugh.

Celia: “…”

At the moment, Ria and I were exploring the underbelly of this kingdom. Beastria wasn’t that nice looking, or really even interesting at all. Just imagine an evil fantasy kingdom, and your imagination would be 90% accurate to what this place actually is like.

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Never in my life would I think that even the slaves of this kingdom looked evil as well. Good and evil, I know that everyone has differing definitions of those two concepts. What I mean is that none of these people were good, and that they will easily end up in hell after their deaths.

Celia: “Do we have a specific destination, Ria? You seem to know where you’re going…” I ask with a curious tone.

Ria: “I plan to do a bloody rebellion. And for that, you need to arouse the interest of the oppressed.” She answered.

Celia: “A peasant rebellion, then? But… the people here are not only oppressed, but seem to be on the verge of starvation as well.” I reply with one of my fingers on my chin.

Ria: “True. But we only need a strong leader. Everyone here will die, make no mistake. As such, it doesn’t matter if they can’t fight worth a damn.” She replied with a shrug.

Ah, so we’re going for the warm bodies strategy? Regardless of how weak they are, they will be able to overwhelm those in power of this kingdom. Not to mention, it will be especially easy for them if we can get the middle-class citizens to join the rebellion as well.

Celia: “Do you have someone in mind?” I ask.

Ria: “I do. Although I do not know who it is, I feel a latent power in this area. I am just guiding us to said power. What we will find… I am not quite sure, so be on your guard.” She advised.

She wants me to be on guard? That must mean that whatever we will find will either be as strong, or stronger than me. Will it even be human?…

Slums Spelunking Later.

Ria and I made it to a certain rundown, seemingly abandoned house. The area didn’t look to be lived in by anyone at all. Frankly, it looked like a war happened here…

Knock!

Celia: “Hello? Anyone here?” I say with a slightly loud voice.

Creek!

The door opened up, and behind it was a young girl. She had raven hair and deep red eyes that seemed to gleam in the darkness that was her house. The girl… she seemed to be familiar to me.

Girl: “Do I know you?” She asked.

Celia: “I don’t think so, but I feel like I’ve… I haven’t met you somewhere before, but I do feel a connection to you, for some reason…” I reply.

Girl: “…”

The girl seemed to ignore Ria, and left the “safety” of her house, and walked up to me. For the millionth time in my life, a girl was once again sniffing me. Do I smell bad? No, I smell like fruit. No wonder my wives cannot keep their hands off of me…

Girl: “I smell my wife on you… how curious.” She said with a thinking pose.

Celia: “Your wife… Shot in the dark, but could your wife perhaps be Alisa?” I suggest.

Girl: “That is her name, yes.” She answered.

Celia: “How did you end up in this dimension? Alisa said that finding you would be hard… And why are you so weak? I highly doubt that my daughter would marry a weak girl.” I ask with a curious tone.

Girl: “Adopted daughter, I assume? That’s good. Alisa needed someone like that in her life… How is she, by the way?” She asked, ignoring my question for now.

With a sigh, I asked her to invite Ria and me inside of her house. It was a ramshackle place, and there wasn’t really any safe place to seat down on. As such, Ria took out a few couches for us to use.

A few Hours Later.

It took a while, but I eventually explained everything about my family, what Alisa is to me, and what she has been doing lately. Before, the girl sorta had a dead look in her eyes, but now she looked happy and excited.

Kami: “Call me Kami, Celia, Ria.” She said.

Ria: “Calling yourself God, huh? Well, considering your race, that isn’t that bad.” She said with a laugh.

Kami: “It would be fitting… if I still was a higher being. Now, I am just a worthless human girl who was born into this terrible life.” She said with a sigh.

Celia: “How did this happen, anyway?” I ask.

Kami: “To explain that… will take a while.” She replied.

Ria: “We have all the time in the world, so please explain away.” She said with a thumbs up.

Ria brought out some snacks and tea for us to drink, as she most likely assumed that this would be a very long explanation. I strapped myself in for it, but even then, I wasn’t prepared for what Kami was going to reveal to us…