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🕑 Added 2025-03-29 05:37:41 +0000 UTC2. [The Grand Duke's Eldest Daughter, Sister Charlotte] Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Ugh...! Hnngh...! Hnnngh...!"
'This is definitely a moan!'
A moan, a woman's moan,
It clearly reached my ears.
It wasn't a smooth, loud cry,
But rather the sound of someone straining to hold back.
So, although it was faint,
Since this was the atelier used by Sister Charlotte, who had risen to the position of Grand Priestess,
I couldn't deny the existence of the clear sound that pierced the quiet air.
'Is it a prayer sound or a moaning sound? What's going on? Is the kind Sister Charlotte punishing someone?'
As mentioned earlier, this is a space used by Sister Charlotte alone.
So, it's reasonable to think it's Sister Charlotte's moan,
But on the other hand, it sounded like her voice, yet not quite.
That's natural.
I've never heard Sister Charlotte's moan before.
On the other hand, I've often heard her prayers.
That's because Sister Charlotte was already a priestess long before I left the Orléans mansion.
Therefore, my thought was that Grand Priestess Charlotte, with her high responsibility,
Might be temporarily setting aside her usual nature to discipline someone.
'But what if something bad is happening to Sister Charlotte? Maybe she's in trouble.'
If religious discipline is being carried out,
From my perspective, it might be better to wait rather than intervene directly.
However, I should also consider the possibility of unexpected situations.
'Let's go, I'll bet on the possibility that Sister Charlotte is in danger. I'll take the risk of being wrong.'
After about five seconds of deliberation, the decision was made in an instant,
And I approached the place where the whip and moaning sounds were coming from, trying to muffle my footsteps.
The source of the sound was an arched open door in the middle of the atelier wall,
Which seemed to be a private prayer room.
As I peeked inside, my eyes widened in shock at the scene before me.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Hnngh...! Hnngh...! Hnnngh...! Hnngh...!"
'How could it be? It was really Sister Charlotte's scream!'
The one screaming was none other than Sister Charlotte herself.
From my perspective, she was facing away, but her silver hair, which was almost platinum due to the strong divine power, caught my attention first.
And her kneeling posture with her prominent, plump buttocks,
As well as her shoulder line and back, were unmistakably those of Sister Charlotte de Sel Orléans.
But honestly, my eyes didn't widen just because the person screaming was Sister Charlotte.
It was because Sister Charlotte was using a whip to self-inflict punishment so severely that her body was covered in wounds.
'Really hitting herself without mercy? Oh no! The wounds!'
Sister Charlotte's skin, like her mother Marianne de Sel Orléans, was as white as snow.
Her beautiful body was now marked with red whip marks,
A sight that made my skin crawl just by looking at it.
In that moment, Sister Charlotte stopped the relentless whipping and took deep breaths to calm her excited heart and body.
Then, I was shocked again, but this time for a different reason.
I saw white divine power emanating from Sister Charlotte's body.
As the divine power activated, the numerous whip wounds on her back began to heal like melting snow.
'That's Divine Restoration!'
The scene of the Divine Restoration magic unfolding before me,
Was a skill I was familiar with from the light lectures on divine magic I had received from Sister Charlotte.
This healing magic, which can be used by senior nuns and above, allows the caster to heal the entire body without touching the target.
Given its characteristics, it's possible for the user to heal themselves, as I was witnessing.
"Ah?"
As I was marveling at the Divine Restoration, Sister Charlotte sensed someone's presence nearby.
"Who is it?"
With a sudden movement, she covered her large breasts with her hands and turned around with unwavering, vigilant eyes.
She hadn't noticed me until the healing was complete because her focus was on the wounds caused by the whip.
'I've been discovered!!'
The shock and surprise hit me like a wave, and before I knew it, I was standing in the arched doorway, staring at Sister Charlotte's exposed state.
In other words, I was in trouble.
"This is a place where only priests are allowed without permission. Please leave immediately."
Sister Charlotte scolded me with a stern expression I had never seen before.
Given that we had an appointment, it's likely she thought the person who appeared was me.
However, the difference between the Eugene Schneider from two years and four months ago and the current one is quite significant.
The 170 cm tall, somewhat effeminate Eugene Schneider,
Contrasted sharply with the 190 cm tall, barbarian-like physique I now possessed.
It would have been very difficult for Sister Charlotte to recognize me.
"Sister Charlotte, it's me! Eugene, Eugene Schneider!"
I quickly revealed my identity as the only younger brother Sister Charlotte had cherished for the past 12 years.
"Yu, Eugene???"
Sister Charlotte's serious expression faltered slightly, and her eyes widened in surprise as she heard my voice.
"Look at this, Sister. This is the handkerchief you embroidered and gave me when I left for the pilgrimage."
To ease her tension, I showed her something she couldn't deny.
Sister Charlotte, with her emotional nature, had spent several nights making this handkerchief before I left.
"Oh my...! It's really you, my younger brother Eugene!!"
Sister Charlotte's expression transformed from confusion to joyful certainty.
After that, Sister Charlotte showed an even more enthusiastic welcome.
"Our Eugene has grown so much! Is this really our Eugene??"
Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle!
Dodo dodo dodo dodo!
Sister Charlotte, covering only her nipples, approached me with quick steps, her ample breasts jiggling like those of a cow in a green pasture.
"Sister, please calm down and put on some clothes! Don't come like that!"
I tried to remind her of the impropriety of her current state by extending my hand.
But my warning was ineffective.
With only her nipples covered, Sister Charlotte came right up to me, her eyes wide with excitement, chatting away.
It was hard to believe this was the same person who had been whipping herself just moments before.
She was now enjoying our reunion with a childlike, sunny disposition.
Sister Charlotte's height is about 176 cm.
In the past, when we stood together, I felt like a little brother due to our age difference.
Now, as she looks up at me, and I bow my head to look down at her, the drastic change in me over the past two years becomes apparent.
'But Sister Charlotte remains the same—cheerful and sunny.'
As I felt this change, I also enjoyed the warmth that Sister Charlotte embodied.
For me, she is like a mother, similar to Marianne de Sel Orléans, the Grand Duchess.
Sister Charlotte is kind, pure, and compassionate.
However, unlike the Grand Duchess, who is more sophisticated and serious, Sister Charlotte is cheerful and overly affectionate.
She can't refuse unreasonable requests, which is a bit too much.
'If I were to compare it to the Korean concept from my past life, she has a lot of "dumb charm."'
Despite possessing great divine power, Sister Charlotte chose the path of a priestess because she wanted to help others rather than develop her abilities.
Given her nature, it wasn't strange for her to be so excited and childlike, covering only her nipples and greeting me.
"That's right! With the help of divine power, your heart has become more at peace, and your body has become so impressive, our Eugene!"
Fumbling, fumbling, touching,
Sister Charlotte, who had finally managed to dress, looked at me with curious eyes and touched my body as we walked down the marble corridor of the atelier.
"I wanted to write to you so much, but I held back because I wanted to see your reaction like this."
The reaction Sister Charlotte showed in the prayer room was exactly what I had imagined when planning a surprise event.
Since Sister Charlotte would inevitably react this way, when Uncle Hans asked who I wanted to meet first, I mentioned her without hesitation.
"Could it be that you've also awakened to mana? I sense some mana from you."
Sister Charlotte, now a Grand Priestess, noticed that my changes weren't just physical.
"I suddenly started to feel stronger, so I refined it with the Orléans family's mana technique for a month, and I gained mana."
After recovering my past life memories, when I turned 20, I experienced mana awakening.
This coincided with the time my muscles began to grow.
Mana is certainly difficult for beginners to handle.
However, fortunately, I had learned the Orléans family's verified mana technique from Sister Charlotte beforehand.
So, I was able to systematize the sudden flow of mana without much trouble.
While specific combat techniques and sword arts are passed down only to the head of the family, I, as a de facto adopted son, had the right to learn the mana technique.
"Wow...! Our Eugene has become a swan! He was so frail, always bedridden with illness every season!"
"Haha! That's really Eugene Schneider, isn't it? Do you want to see the handkerchief again, Sister?"
As I confirmed my identity, Sister Charlotte looked at me with a proud expression.
She had every reason to be proud.
Sister Charlotte and Grand Duchess Marianne were the ones who took care of me the most when I was ill.
They not only nursed me through the night but also cared for me with kindness.
"But what about the level of your awakening?"
Sister Charlotte asked with a slightly cautious tone while patting my shoulder.
"It's just at the beginning, like taking the first steps. So, Sister's praise about me being a swan is a bit of an exaggeration."
I replied vaguely.
It's not entirely wrong, though, since I didn't undergo systematic mana training during the pilgrimage.
"Hmm, that's good... I'm relieved."
Sister Charlotte murmured softly, almost to herself.
I didn't react much to her murmurs, as I had a rough idea of what they meant.
"Are we not heading back to the mansion, Sister? Do you have any personal items to take with you?"
As we walked down the marble corridor, we arrived at Sister Charlotte's bedroom in the atelier.
"There's still something I need to do."
Plop!
I looked around the room with a puzzled expression, and Sister Charlotte sat back down on her bed.
Then, Sister Charlotte took off her top again.
