Chapter 106

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On the day of the festival, snow fell. Unlike rain, snow was treated as a blessing from the goddess, and the followers of the Goddess Church were very pleased. But Yulia didn’t feel particularly happy. She had experienced enough snow in her many returns to count them all. From the snow soaked with the blood of corpses to the snow meant to hide the stench. That’s why Yulia considered snow the beginning of hardship.

Thinking about the crops that couldn’t be cultivated when it snowed, it seemed more fitting to regard it as a trial rather than a blessing. Lost in thought, Yulia stared blankly at the wedding dress she wore. The white wedding dress was as pure as the snow that fell from above. Catherine would probably come out in a tuxedo like she did at the last wedding. It was a bit amusing. Why did she wear maid outfits so well but dislike wearing a similar wedding dress?

Perhaps she just thought that her black hair matched well with the deep blue tuxedo. In that case, it was understandable. But if that wasn’t the case, then it made no sense. Well, Yulia was already used to Catherine’s antics. As she blankly gazed out the window, scenes from her past life played out like a panorama. What had caused the changes in Catherine and Lilian? She vaguely remembered being promised an explanation, yet Yulia still didn’t know the reason.

In truth, had she pressed the matter herself, she might have been able to hear the story, but Yulia thought living without knowing wasn’t so bad. If Catherine was hiding it, it must have been a story that would hurt Yulia herself.

For Yulia, marriage held quite a special meaning. Despite dying dozens or hundreds of times, she had never had a family. After dying a hundred times, she would finally create a family. And it would be with women who had been her enemies throughout all her lives.

Lilian, Chloe, Catherine. All women who had been enemies in every life. Lilian had always tried to kill Yulia, and Chloe always aimed for assassination whenever Yulia’s usefulness dwindled. Catherine had orchestrated Lilian from behind the scenes.

In several returns, Yulia had harbored hatred for them. But as it happened dozens of times, she began to feel pity for them. Always making the same judgments in the same situations, facing the same deaths. Chloe often didn’t die, but most of the time she had to either flee to a monastery or marry some old noble as if she were being sold off.

They were certainly the worst enemies for Yulia, but to someone, they were stars, to someone else, hope, and to another, objects of faith. That’s why Yulia could understand them too. Just the difference in perspective was why they had to fight.

But this life was different. The three women had clearly found their happiness, and she had escaped the shackles by finding true love.

Yulia hated the goddess, but she believed in her. She believed in the goddess, yet couldn’t fully trust her. So even through hundreds of returns, she prayed to the goddess out of obligation, but never thought her prayers would reach her. No, she couldn’t believe it.

For this round, she had undergone hundreds of deaths in the last round. So she wanted even more happiness this time. No, in fact, she was already happy. Just holding Catherine’s hand and walking the wedding road was enough.

Catherine looked at her and quietly smiled. Although she still wasn’t accustomed to smiling, she conveyed her feelings to Yulia through that action. That’s why Yulia loved Catherine. Clumsy, yet sincere. In a world where no one dared to reveal their true feelings, she wanted to bring her heart out and love her to the best of her ability.

With Cardinal Besalon officiating, once they completed their vows, Yulia quietly closed her eyes. A few seconds later, warmth brushed against her lips. It was a moist yet warm sensation that felt incredibly nice. After living hundreds of lives, it was Yulia’s first kiss.

As she slowly opened her eyes, light began to pour from the massive statue standing in the center. It was the goddess’s statue. Staring blankly at it, Catherine quietly held Yulia’s hand. Then she fixed her determined gaze on the statue.

Cardinal Besalon seemed to have fainted, and most of the guests were too overwhelmed by the light emanating from the statue to speak, either shutting their mouths or clasping their hands. In the midst of this, the goddess’s voice echoed through the air.

[My child, Catherine. And Yulia and Chloe, along with Lilian, have formed a sacred bond, and this shall be everlasting.]

“….”

[Furthermore, as your women have lived beyond their limits, they shall receive the blessing of conception. However, this is dependent on you, my child. Your women must welcome the time when the sun hides away.]

How crazy of a god to make such a blatant remark about getting tangled up in bed. But the fact that they could conceive was certainly a blessing in disguise. Especially for them, all of whom were the same gender.

With those two statements, the light pouring from the statue quieted. Catherine, staring blankly at the statue, wore an expression full of doubt. Did the statue really cut through the solemnity to say that? Honestly, Yulia felt a bit embarrassed. Of course, she wasn’t unaware. Her goddess, a woman who went insane over women.

But still, there was really no need for her to manifest in such a way to reveal that. Those staring blankly at the empty space of the goddess began to murmur, and at some point, Cardinal Besalon, having regained his senses, wiped away his tears and cleared his throat. As a result, the murmuring of the guests eerily stopped.

“It is a great honor to preside over the wedding blessed by the goddess. Then, let us continue….”

Thus, the wedding ended amidst the murmurs, blessed by the goddess.

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As the sun hid and the moon revealed itself, Yulia stepped out of the bath, and there was Catherine, gazing blankly out the window in her gown. Plopping down next to her, Catherine turned to glance at Yulia. The scent of shampoo wafting from Catherine’s hair almost made Yulia lose control, but she held back, seeing that serious expression on Catherine’s face. It wouldn’t take too long anyway.

“What do you think it meant?”

“You can’t really be unsure about this? Unlike past oracles, she was incredibly blunt.”

“…I know, but, no. Is it really possible? Can a goddess make it possible for women to conceive together?”

Looking into Catherine’s eyes filled with innocent curiosity, Yulia quietly spoke.

“I don’t know. I guess we have to experiment to find out.”

“…Yulia, that sounds a bit scary.”

“Shut up, and lie down. Don’t think too much tonight.”

“…Eep.”

Giving Catherine a light push, she fell back onto the bed, catching her breath. Yulia’s eyes were filled with desire as she looked at Catherine, ready to try everything she had thought until now.

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“Ugh, ugh….”

Her whole body was sore. No, not sore so much as stiff. As she thought this, she glanced to the side and saw Yulia sleeping peacefully. How could this person have more stamina than herself? Was it thanks to divine power? Pondering this, she tried to get up but was met with pain in her back and had to lie down again. Ah, forget it. Let’s just rest.

By the way, it was her first time being this exhausted. Chloe and Lilian were just regular noble ladies, so they weren’t that hardy.

Remembering the previous night, her face flushed slightly. How could a saintly girl be this skilled? Actually, thinking about it, it made some sense considering she was the goddess’s chosen saint.

As she stared blankly at the ceiling, she felt a presence on her side. Turning her head, she saw Yulia looking at her, her entire body looking stiff.

“Should I use divine power?”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

A radiant light burst forth from Yulia’s hands, enveloping both their bodies. Instantly feeling better, Yulia jumped up from the bed. The bloodstains on the sheets would probably clean themselves. With that thought, she called for a maid. Holding Yulia, who was still in her nightgown, she put each article of clothing on her.

“I can do this myself.”

“…But I had no intention of letting you.”

“Well, that’s fair.”

As they stepped outside together, Chloe and Lilian were chatting in the garden. They seemed to notice them too and waved slightly.

“What were you doing?”

“Huh? Just thinking about where we might go for our honeymoon.”

“…Already?”

“Yulia, you should think quickly too. At first, we thought we’d all go together, but Chloe disagreed.”

“…While we are close, a honeymoon is fundamentally different.”

“I’d agree with Chloe on that, but Lilian…”

“What? I thought you’d be on the same page as me, Yulia!?”

“…We need to monopolize Catherine at night.”

“Ah.”

Looking at Lilian’s face turning bright red, Yulia quietly admired them. Somehow, she couldn’t stop smiling. Ah, so this is what happiness feels like. Thinking this, she quietly spoke.

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