Chapter 64: To Knight, Or Not To Knight, Is the Question.

  The Felta Empire valued the Holy Church a lot. From their business relationship, the Holy Church had a vast amount of Orichalcum stored up.

  Celia: “Why… has the Holy Church forced you to retire, Lady Maralia?” She asked with a curious expression.

  Maralia: “Because I Evolved into a Goddess. With my Race… they couldn’t bring themselves to… order me around in any capacity.” She awkwardly replied.

  Celia’s new sword, which unironically has the same name as this Goddess before her, was purchased by Cynthia from the Holy Church. It was forged there, as well.

  Midas didn’t care about being worshipped, while Maralia used her Goddess status to… manipulate the Holy Church. A Goddess, the only one in existence, asked for full control, Armor, and weapons. They couldn’t hope to deny Maralia these requests, even falsifying her tenure as a Holy Knight in their history.

  Celia: “I see… Though, why become my knight? I am still just a relatively weak Human…” She replied with a thinking pose.

  Maralia: “You have grand potential, and it’d be a waste to not get in your good graces early. I’d wager that my reasons are the same as Midas’s.” She answered with a smile.

  Celia: “…You’re a Goddess, Lady Maralia. This just feels… inappropriate.” She replied with great reluctance.

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  Everything that happened to Celia so far, in just two months, was insane. She killed a prince, became a Princess, foiled an evil scheme, and befriended countless powerful beings. It was a lot to take in, and this, Maralia offering to be her knight, still felt like it was just too much.

  Maralia: “Huh? Midas helps you, though. She’s a Goddess, like me. Why can’t I do the same as her?” She asked with a hurt, confused tone and expression.

  Celia: “Eh?!” She exclaimed, even shooting up from the couch.

  Maralia: “Did Midas not let you see her Status? Ah, she was always a bit prudish and untrusting, I guess.” She replied with a smug tone.

  Sneeze!

  Midas: “Is someone hurting my regal image?” She jokingly said out loud after sneezing, as she stomped on the head of a large monster.

  Back To Celia.

  Maralia: “Calmed down enough, Princess Celia?” She said with a coaxing tone, rubbing Celia’s back.

  Celia: “…Yes. My sister, Carma, is a higher Level than me. Shouldn’t you become her knight instead?” She asked after taking a deep breath, now serious.

  Maralia: “She doesn’t have a System Helper, meaning that her potential isn’t guaranteed.” She nonchalantly answered.

  Celia: “…” “Am I not stealing too many boons from others?” She thought with a weak tone.

  Maralia: “If I am to back someone, it should be you, Princess Celia. So, please, let me become your knight. I promise to protect, but not smother you!” She pleaded again, kneeling and holding Celia’s hand.

  Celia: “O-okay.” She agreed, red in the face.

  Maralia: “Thank you so much, Lady Celia! This is the start of a wonderful partnership!” She exclaimed with a brilliant tone, her face beaming with a smile.

  Kiss!

  Celia: “(/ />/ A /
  Before Celia had her hand released, Maralia, getting too engaged with acting as a knight, kissed the back of Celia’s hand.

  This caused her face to flare up in the brightest crimson blush it’s ever depicted. Celia quickly pulled her hand back, hiding her head. Maralia saw this, and held back the strong urge to lick her lips like a pervert, as Celia, again, was too young for marriage…