When I Maxed Out the Zero-Star Saintess, a Yandere Confinement Life with Overwhelming Love Began - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“…Right side, clear. Left side, clear. Overhead… clear.”

Deep inside the grand cathedral, in the saintess’s private chambers. On the luxurious canopied bed, I stared up at the ceiling while doing a finger-point check.

What floated there weren’t beautiful chandeliers, but countless eyeballs drifting lazily through the air.

Celesfia’s spell, “Saintess’s Eyes.” The pure-white orbs swayed like tropical fish in a tank, staring at me from every possible angle, three hundred and sixty degrees.

“Zero privacy, huh…”

When I muttered that, about twenty of the eyes blinked in unison. Apparently that meant “yes.”

“Celesfia, can you hear me?”

They blinked again.

“Celesfia, you’re super cute~”

All the eyes squeezed shut at once in embarrassment and started darting happily around the room. Surprisingly easy to please.

“…Sigh.”

I let out a breath at her twisted affection, and right then the heavy door—the only connection between this room and the outside world—slowly opened.

“I’m home! Lyle-sama.”

In came the owner of the cathedral and, in practice, my keeper: Saintess Celesfia herself.

But she looked different from usual. No dignified statue-like posture today. Her shoulders slumped, white vestments dragging behind her as she staggered in.

“Welcome back, Celesfia… You look completely wiped out.”

“…Yes… I’m at my limit.”

She made it to the sofa where I sat, then collapsed beside me. Her long platinum-blonde hair spilled messily, as if it too was exhausted.

“The audience petitions never stop… Every single person clings to me begging for miracles and salvation. Yet I’m just a frail maiden.”

“Frail…?”

“

“Frail… right?”

She smiled brightly and gripped my hand hard enough to creak. Her grip strength is actually higher than mine, but if she says she’s frail, then I guess she is.

“Totally frail!?”

“Ufufu. Frail, aren’t I?”

She gazed up at me with watery eyes.

“Lyle-sama… I’m running low on ingredients.”

“Ingredients?”

“Lyle-sama ingredients… Please let me restock.”

Before I could answer, she tugged my hand. She settled deeper into the sofa, pulled my shoulder toward her—and rolled me sideways with a plop.

“…Huh?”

My vision spun. When it stopped, the back of my head rested on something soft yet springy. Above me stretched the elegant line of Celesfia’s jaw and the gentle, maternal smile of a holy mother.

“Um… Celesfia?”

“Yes? What is it?”

“Isn’t… the position backwards?”

“Backwards? Your face is… way too close to an improper place…”

“That’s not the backwards I meant! I’m talking about roles! You’re the tired one, right? Normally I’d be the one giving the lap pillow…”

I tried to sit up in protest, but her slender finger gently pressed my forehead and held me down.

“You’re so kind, Lyle-sama. But this is correct.”

She looked down at me with dreamy eyes.

“Because I’m exhausted, petting you like this is what heals me… The feeling of superiority and reassurance when you lie defenseless in my arms and surrender yourself to me—that’s the best medicine there is, you know?”

“…You’re weird.”

That was the only comeback I could manage through my embarrassment.

“Fufu… Now stay still, okay?”

Her cool fingertips slid into my hair, massaging my scalp with perfect gentleness.

“There, there. Good boy, Lyle-sama.”

“Don’t treat me like a kid.”

“You are a kid. A helpless, adorable little lamb.”

Her touch was masterful. She stroked along the grain of my hair, occasionally brushing behind my ears in a ticklish way.

Through the finest holy fabric came the warmth and softness of her thighs. Her sweet, flower-like scent tickled my nose. And above all, the completely accepting gaze raining down on me from overhead.

“…Ngh…”

It felt way too good, annoyingly enough. My resistance melted like sugar in hot water. Sensing my body go limp, Celesfia narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

“Fufu… You relaxed. So cute~ ♡”

She brought her face closer. Close enough to count every eyelash. My dumb expression reflected in her topaz eyes.

“I understand now how that thief-cat felt. Being held in the hand of the person you love… it really does fill you up this much.”

“…Isn’t it backwards again?”

“It’s the same thing. You’re mine. If I fill you up, that means I get filled too.”

Pure Giantis logic, but right now I had no will to argue. Her face drew nearer still. Breath-distance. Her gaze dropped to my lips.

“…Lyle-sama.”

A sweet voice sweet enough to numb the brain.

“Shall we… continue the verification?”

“…Eh?”

“I have a pretty good idea what one of the conditions for stage four and beyond is, don’t I?”

Kiss. Mucous-membrane contact. Her damp lips parted slightly in invitation.

The “Saintess’s Eyes” floating in the air all leaned forward expectantly.

Too many spectators!

“W-wait just a second, Celesfia! I’m not mentally prepar—”

“No preparation needed! Just accept me!”

She leaned in to seal my lips—and at that exact moment.

Knock knock.

A merciless knock echoed through the room.

“…Tch.”

Celesfia froze. The loudest tongue-click of the day rattled my eardrums. She glared at the door like a demon.

“…Who is it. I’m in the middle of the most important ritual in the world right now.”

A terrified priest’s voice came from the other side.

“M-my deepest apologies, Saintess-sama! C-Cardinal says it’s urgent! The delegation from the neighboring country has arrived and requests your greeting!”

“…Haa. Understood. I’ll be right there.”

She let out a world-is-ending sigh, gave my hair one last reluctant stroke, and stood.

“Lyle-sama, I’m sorry. Some airhead envoy showed up.”

“Don’t turn the envoy into a corpse, okay?”

“Would using him as a test subject for diarrhea-curse practice be all right? Or maybe serve him hookah?”

“If your brain’s working that well, you’ll be fine with work-wise…”

“Yes. My apologies, Lyle-sama. We’ll continue… later.”

She pressed her lips to my ear and whispered like a curse, “…I won’t let you escape, you know?” Then, in an instant, she put her “merciful saintess” mask back on and glided gracefully out of the room.

“…Phew… Saved… maybe?”

Left alone on the sofa, I stared at the ceiling. The soft warmth of her thighs still lingered on the back of my head.

But peace never lasts long. The shadow behind me rippled silently.

“…Fufu. That was close, wasn’t it, Lyle-san?”

A cool yet somehow amused voice came from the darkness. Whenever the “sun” named Celesfia leaves, the “shadow” always creeps in.