“Excuse me, Crown Prince? Your Highness? Are you really going to do that with that face, with that size?”

Nearly slipping into informal speech, Eluaz, who had only memories of living her whole life as a Confucian girl, barely held on to her reason and asked in polite form.

Please say no. Like the rabbit that came to the Dragon Palace without its liver, tell me you also left your imposing penis somewhere.

No, seriously! This cannot be right!

In the original, the female lead cried, saying it was too big!

She said it reached deep inside!

Who could have imagined it would be the thickness of my thumb and only a little longer than my middle finger!

No, Eluaz, right? No matter if it is the first time, that cannot be it!

“What are you saying? Were you shocked because it is too big?”

The damn Crown Prince, not even grasping the situation, let out a short “kuk” laugh.

“Kuk” my foot. I ought to poke you with a fork.

“Phew.”

Anger rising to the very top of her head, Eluaz roughly swept back her hair.

With her robe disheveled and even her hair in disorder, more blood rushed to Etienne’s other self.

It was the elation of feeling that he was corrupting that prim Saintess.

“Crazy.”

But the more he did, the greater Eluaz’s anger grew, and the look with which she regarded him like a bug could no longer be hidden even by the Saintess buff.

Seeing that finger-sized dick twitch made her genuinely sick.

She became convinced that the paladins’ fingers would be far more satisfying.

If she had known the Crown Prince’s dick was that size, Saintess or whatever, she would have gone to the sleeping paladins’ quarters and jumped them.

Even if he were as virile as the novel described, it was useless.

The paladins had looks that made her wet just by looking at them, so they had already won by a landslide.

Even if he dug inside her all night with that kind of penis, it would still be insufficient.

She could already see a future where, until the moment she closed her eyes, she would be comparing it with the paladins’ impressive third legs between their thighs and feeling regret.

“Get out. Right now.”

“…Did I mishear?”

“Do not even think about digging me with that finger-sized dick. Get lost!

Etienne blinked.

Until now, every woman he had slept with had only said it was big, overwhelming, and so good.

Finger-sized…? Was God’s representative different?

Contrary to his thoughts, Eluaz was 12,000 percent sincere.

She clicked her tongue, thinking that in the original, the Saintess had no interest in sex and, because it was her first time, even that thing had felt big.

‘This is why it is frightening for a person to have a narrow way of thinking!’

If she had had even a little more interest in sex, she would have known that what hung between the Crown Prince’s legs was nothing.

She had lived among people who had third legs, so why on earth!

Now even the Eluaz of the original seemed astonishing.

Did she not look at appearance? Or was it enough just to be seen as a woman? Even so, how…!

“Are you trying to get my attention like this? If so, you succeeded.”

The Crown Prince deliberately averted reality.

He decided she must be acting that way because the Saintess was inexperienced and did not know.

Certain that once she tasted his tremendous technique she would never get out, the Crown Prince approached Eluaz.

He never once imagined that the women who had spent nights with him had not done so because the sex was satisfying, but because they wanted to look good to the Crown Prince, deliberately moaning loudly and pretending to lose their minds.

Though the mood had been broken for a moment, he was confident he could pick it up again. Until a scream burst from Eluaz’s lips.

“Kyaaaaa! Do not come near! Aaah! That thing is getting closer! Kyaa!”

The sight of the finger-sized something dangling between the Crown Prince’s legs as it approached was, to Eluaz, pure terror itself.

The scariest thing was that even this close, “it” was still small.

“Saintess! Are you all right?”

The Crown Prince belatedly covered her mouth, but there was no way to gather back the screams that had already leaked out.

Sir Antoine was the first to rush in, and right after him the paladins waiting nearby quickly converged.

As the paladins swarmed onto the terrace, the nobles of the Western Empire, sensing something strange, crowded in, and the Emperor and Empress, sensing that something had happened, came as well.

“What in the world…”

What met their eyes was wretched.

The Saintess, with her robe and hair disheveled, had sunk to the floor, and the Crown Prince, who was covering her mouth, had his underwear and trousers down to his thighs with his penis out.

Perhaps flustered by so many eyes, he did not even think to fix his attire, and his penis, having lost strength, drooped with its head bowed.

There was no room for misunderstanding. It looked all too clearly as if the Crown Prince had attempted to rape the Saintess.

The paladins immediately surrounded Eluaz as if protecting her and drew their swords.

When the points of their blades aimed at the Crown Prince, he started in surprise and backed away from the Saintess.

But the Imperial Knights, who had also run in at the commotion, drew their swords as well and faced off, and the situation grew even more serious.

“Lay down your swords! Within the imperial palace, no one but the Imperial Knights may draw a blade!”

“We protect the Saintess anywhere.”

Amid taut tension, the nobles surrounding the terrace buzzed, asking what on earth this uproar was.

Those who began to say, “Surely His Highness the Crown Prince did not to the Saintess…” closed their mouths, unable to finish for fear of being seized for insulting the imperial family.

Antoine took the cloak from his shoulders and draped it over Eluaz, shielding her from people’s eyes.

Unlike the Saintess, the Crown Prince still had his lower body fully exposed to everyone’s gaze, so even those who came running late could easily grasp what had happened here.

“Are you al…”

Antoine, about to ask once more if she was all right, bit his lip.

In the very brief moment he had taken his eyes off her, the Crown Prince had slipped in and done such a thing.

Her disheveled attire, the faint red mark visible on the nape of her neck, and her hands still trembling made anger surge up to the very top of his head.

At the Crown Prince who dared to do such a thing to the Saintess, and at himself for being apart from her even for a moment.

“Etienne.”

“F-Father! So, that is…!”

“Clothes first.”

When the Emperor gave a short command in a voice edged with anger, the Crown Prince finally realized what state he was in and hurriedly pulled up his pants.

“We will lodge a formal protest regarding today’s incident,” Antoine said, each word with force.

The commander of the Paladin Order’s low voice rang clear in the ears of the chattering nobles, and silence fell in an instant.

Though the High Priest, the de facto power of the Holy Empire, was the current Emperor’s younger brother, the incident was far too serious to smooth over on old ties.

Moreover, the anger of Antoine standing right there was too intense.

Perhaps worse than the knights of the Eastern Empire who were even now embroiled in border disputes.

The Emperor knit his brows. He could think of no way to contain this.

The timing could not have been worse. To anyone, it looked as if the Empire’s Crown Prince had tried to rape the powerless Saintess.

And this was when, for the first time in centuries, the Saintess herself was going out to subjugate monsters, and the priests were traveling rough country aiding the poor. Of all times, to lay hands on the Saintess!

He could already see a future where every believer who supported the Saintess would point a finger.

“I am wronged, Father!”

“What, exactly?”

“I did not assault her!”

Yes, that is how it should be.

Etienne was still the Crown Prince; a boy who would one day be Emperor of the Western Empire would not act so rashly.

He believed there must be some misunderstanding.

“Speak in detail.”

Before dismissing the nobles, he had to hear Etienne’s plea.

Otherwise, an extra would go out saying the Crown Prince raped her at the banquet celebrating the Saintess’s visit.

Even something very small would do, any explanation that might at least begin to settle this situation.

“That woman enjoyed it too!”

An explanation…

“That woman unfastened my belt and took out my dick—no, my other self—herself!”

“Enough.”

“She rubbed her sex on my thigh and moved her hips herself!”

“I said enough!”

The Emperor very much wanted to smack his past self who had told him to speak in detail.

A situation he had thought could not get worse only drove itself further to the extreme, and the air around them did not merely grow cold, it froze.