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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 303: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 15 Corin and His Children (8)

Chapter 303: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 15 Corin and His Children (8)

After‌‌ the rise of‍ the Church of​ the Sun, which‌‌‍ integrated the old​⁠‍ sect and the⁠ new one, its‍ power grew exponentially.‍

Originally,‍‌​ gold and luxury⁠⁠ are not considered⁠ virtues for the‌⁠ religious, but using‍​ the abundant offerings‍⁠ to elevate the⁠ dignity of the​ faith is, in‍​⁠ a way, something‌‌ natural.

The​‌​ Grand Temple of‌⁠ the Church of​‍ the Sun was‌​​ decorated with white‌ marble that seemed⁠⁠‍ to purify the⁠ soul just by⁠‌ looking at it,‍ and golden ornaments‍​‌ that powerfully displayed⁠‌ the magnificence of‌‌ the sect’s power.‍‌‍

“Wow~”‍‍⁠

Although⁠‍ she had already​ come many times,​‌ every time Abigail⁠ arrived she could‍⁠​ not help but⁠ marvel at the⁠⁠⁠ might of the​‍ Church.

This‌⁠​ was the place​⁠ where Mom worked.‌‍

And‌‌ the place where​ Dad was served.‌⁠‌

Thinking‍⁠ that it would‍ also be their‍​ home made her‌‍⁠ feel proud for‍‌‌ no particular reason.⁠

“Be‍​ careful not to​ fall.”

Miruam⁠​ took the hand​​ of Abigail, who⁠‌‌ looked as though‍ she were about‌ to jump out​‌ of the carriage,‌‍ and descended gracefully.​‌‌

Without​‌‌ a doubt, that‍ kind of bearing‌ was something worth​‌ imitating from Mom‍ Miruam.

“Where⁠⁠‍ could Mom be?”‌‍‌

“I​‍‍ don’t know. The‌‍ Vatican office is‍ a bit further‌‍ inside—well, there’s no⁠​ need to look​‌ for her.”

Miruam​‌ pointed toward a conspicuous pink glow‍⁠ visible beyond the⁠​‌ carriage area.

The‌​ extravagant figure of⁠ the Vatican’s leader⁠ stood out no‌ matter where one⁠ looked.

Rather​⁠⁠ than a great​​ saint of the⁠‍ Church, she looked​‌⁠ more like the‌ leader of a suspicious cult, and​⁠‍ yet it was‌‍‌ hard to believe​ that until recently‌⁠‍ she had been​ a devout saint.⁠⁠⁠

“Abigail!‌​​ My daughter!”

One​‍ of Corin Loch’s​⁠⁠ wives, and the‌ only Great Saint‍‍ and Pope of‌⁠ the Church of‌ the Sun.

Estelle​ opened her arms​‍ with an affectionate‍​ smile toward her‍‍ daughter who had​​⁠ come to visit⁠ the Church.

“Mom…!”‍​‍

Abigail​‌⁠ threw herself into⁠‌ her arms.

Estelle,‌​ while holding a newborn baby, naturally‍‌‍ managed to embrace⁠​ Abigail as well.‍​‍

“My​⁠‌ daughter, shouldn’t you⁠‍⁠ greet your little‌ brother?”

“Johan,‌ hello! Have you‌‍ been well?”

“Abuba.”​​‌

Although‍​⁠ he had not‍⁠ even been weaned‍ yet, Abigail kissed‌ her little brother’s⁠ cheek as if​ he were already​​⁠ a proper little‌ person.

Then‌‌‌ Miruam approached the⁠‌ three of them.​

“He‍‍ looks healthy.”

“Oh~⁠‌‍ little sister, it’s‍‍‍ been a while.‌‌ Why don’t you​‌‌ come more often?​‍‌ It’s not that⁠‌​ far from the‌‍ royal palace.”

“I’m‌ far too worldly​ to sit around‍‌​ watching you play‍​⁠ at being a cult leader.”

“It’s‌‌ not a cult,‌‌ it’s a god⁠‌ who truly exists.”‌‍⁠

“I’m⁠ not talking about​​ whether it exists​⁠‌ or not, but⁠ about the method.”‍‌

Though‍‌ the tone was⁠​ cold, this way​‍ of speaking was,‍​‌ in fact, normal⁠⁠‍ between them.

Moreover,‍ since both had‌⁠​ become wives of‌ the same man,‍ their relationship had‍ softened considerably.

Originally,⁠​ they were political⁠‌⁠ rivals representing the‍⁠ old and the​‍ new, opposed over​⁠ the throne.

Two​⁠‌ irreconcilable enemies who‌‌​ now argued like‌ ordinary sisters.

“Abigail,⁠⁠​ you shouldn’t be‍ like Mom Miruam.​ If you’re that⁠⁠‍ cynical, even your‍‍​ chest size will‍‌ shrink.”

“R-really?”⁠

Abigail​ looked back and‍ forth between Estelle‌ and Miruam.

More​ precisely, she looked‍‌‌ at their chests.‍​

Indeed,​‍ it seemed there⁠⁠​ would not be⁠‍‌ much milk to⁠​‍ feed a baby.‍‌​

“What‍⁠ are you telling​⁠ a child?!”

Miruam⁠‍⁠ shouted angrily, while⁠ Estelle let out​⁠ a soft giggle.‌‌‌

Then‌⁠ Estelle turned around,​⁠‍ carrying the two⁠‌​ children.

“The‌ ceremony will start​ soon. Let’s talk‍⁠ later.”

“Haah……”‍⁠‌

Miruam​‍⁠ sighed and followed⁠ her in silence.⁠⁠‌

***‌​​

A sermon, by nature,‌ is a boring‌ and drowsy affair.⁠⁠

When‌‌​ religious interpretations and‍⁠​ prayers are repeated‍ over and over,⁠ children who should‌‌⁠ be running around‌ and playing inevitably‍ grow sleepy.

“Fuaaaah…”​‍

Abigail‍​‌ was about to‌⁠ yawn when she‌​‌ snapped back to⁠‌‌ herself.

‘No,‍ no. That won’t‌‌ do. The believers‍​‌ are watching me.‌ As the daughter‍​ of the Saint,‍ I must set⁠‍ an example.’

During‌⁠ Estelle’s sermon, the​ front-row seats of​‍ the ritual hall⁠ were reserved for‍​​ Miruam and Abigail.‌‍

Although‍‍‍ Abigail tried to​‌ stay completely alert‍​​ under the gazes‍​‌ of the believers,​‌ for a child⁠‌ it was very⁠⁠ difficult to endure​ sitting still and⁠ doing nothing for‌ such a long‌⁠ time.

“Abigail.”‌‍

“Ah!⁠‍ I-I wasn’t sleeping!”‌​​

At‌⁠‌ her response, the​ surrounding believers let‍‌ out soft chuckles.‌‍‌

Abigail’s​‌​ face turned red,⁠‌ but to them​ the girl’s reaction​ was simply adorable.‌

“It’s‍ fine. If you’re⁠​ sleepy, lie down​ and sleep.”

“No,‍‌‌ I can’t. I’m​ royalty of El‍​‌ Ras and the​‍‍ daughter of the‌‌​ God of the⁠‍ Sun, and…”

That⁠ was why she⁠ had to be‍ a role model.‌​

She⁠ couldn’t behave recklessly‌​‍ like Deokgu oppa‍‍ or Park Hayeon;‌⁠ that would be​‌⁠ unseemly.

However,​‍⁠ Miruam gently took⁠⁠ Abigail’s hand and‌⁠ smiled softly at⁠⁠‍ her.

“If‍​ it were your‍ dad, he’d have‍‌ been asleep a long time ago.”‌⁠⁠

“R-really?”⁠‌​

“So⁠ it’s fine. Rest‍⁠ your head on‍ my lap and⁠​ sleep a little.‌ The sermon still‌‌ has a long​‌⁠ way to go.”‌​

At‌ Miruam’s insistence, Abigail⁠‍​ glanced around cautiously‍‌‍ and finally rested⁠‍​ her head on‍⁠ her lap.

The​‌⁠ gentle stroking of⁠‍​ her hair relaxed‌ her, and soon⁠‍ sleep overcame her.‌​

When​ the sermon ended,​ Miruam stopped the‍ maids who tried‍ to wake Abigail.‌‍⁠

“I’ll⁠⁠⁠ carry her.”

Without​⁠‌ even knowing that‌ the ritual had⁠ ended, Abigail slept⁠​⁠ soundly as Miruam⁠⁠​ carried her toward⁠ the Pope’s resting​‌‍ room.

All‌‍⁠ eyes turned toward⁠ them, but they​‌ were warm gazes.‌‌

— Look, Princess Abigail‌‍​ is asleep.

— She looks like‍⁠‌ an angel, doesn’t‌‍​ she? How adorable.⁠‍‌

Although‍‍‌ she received a great deal of​‌ love and attention⁠ for being the⁠ daughter of a god, Abigail was‍⁠​ still just a child her age.‍⁠

Miruam‍‍‌ thought that this‍⁠ kind of attention‍​‌ was what she​ truly deserved.

“Oh,‌‍​ little sister. Good⁠ work.”

In‌‌‍ the resting room‍​ was Estelle, breastfeeding⁠⁠⁠ her second child,‍‌‍ Johan.

“He‌‌ still hasn’t been​ weaned?”

Miruam⁠⁠‍ settled Abigail on​‍‍ the sofa across‌‌ from them, lending⁠​ her legs so​⁠ she wouldn’t be‌‌⁠ uncomfortable.

“She​ hasn’t even turned⁠‌‌ one yet. She’ll⁠‌ probably stay like‌​ that for another⁠‌ half year.”

“There⁠‌⁠ are men who⁠‌​ can’t wean even‌​ as adults, so…”⁠‍

“Hehe,​‌ you mean your‌ husband, right?”

Estelle‍⁠​ joked, but Miruam‍‍ smiled bitterly.

Seeing⁠​ Johan clinging to‌⁠ her sister’s chest‍​ looked strangely adorable⁠‌ to her.

Noticing‌​‍ Miruam’s gaze, Estelle‌⁠‍ understood that Johan‌​⁠ was finished and‍⁠ slowly stood up.‌⁠‍

“Ah,​⁠‌ the ritual was​‍ exhausting. Sister, help‍ me a bit‌⁠ with the childcare.”‌​​

“Eh?​‍‍ W-wait—!”

Without​‍​ another word, Estelle​‍ handed her the‍‍ baby.

Miruam,⁠‌‍ flustered, looked down‌‍ at the babbling‍‍ child in her⁠‍‌ arms.

“If​‌ you like him⁠⁠⁠ that much, why‍‍ don’t you make​ one yourself?”

“……Don’t​⁠⁠ talk about children​ as if they‌​‌ were objects.”

“Then‌‍‌ why do you​‌ keep taking precautions‍‌ if you like‍‍ them so much?”‌

Among⁠​ Corin’s wives, Miruam‍ was the only​⁠ one who had‌​‌ no children.

And‍‌ that was because⁠‍​ she herself stopped​​ it at the‍‍‍ root. She couldn’t⁠ even explain the⁠​ reason to her‌​‍ sister.

‘How​‌ could I say⁠ it? That horrible⁠ sin…’

Miruam‍​​ had once been‍​​ pregnant.

In​ a timeline that‍ no longer existed,‍​​ what Corin called‍‍ the first iteration.‍

Even‌‌​ so, she abandoned‌‌ everything for revenge—husband,‍ child, family.

She‍ sided with the​‌ Demon King Tates​‍ Valtazar, and the‍‍⁠ result was that‌ Corin ended up⁠‌​ killing both her‌⁠‍ and her child.‌

That​‌ child no longer⁠ existed.

Even​ if she became⁠ pregnant again, it⁠‍ wouldn’t be the​⁠ same one.

With‌‌ what right could‌⁠ she bring another‍ into the world?​ A useless mother‍ like her shouldn’t‌‍ exist.

“There‍‍⁠ are already many‌​‍ children. There’s no‌​ need for me‌‌⁠ to have one.”‌‌⁠

“Hmm~”.​​

Estelle‌‍ looked at her​​ sister with a thoughtful expression.

Until‍‍ recently, they had‌​‍ been bitter enemies,‍‌⁠ political rivals fighting⁠⁠ for the throne‌ and representing opposing‍ doctrines.

And⁠ now they were‍‌​ sisters and family,‌‌ wives of the‌​ same man.

A relationship that could⁠ drive anyone crazy.‌‍

“How‌ dramatic. Have a little dignity.”

“So​‍ what? No one’s‍ watching us here.”​​​

“And​ me?”

“You’re‍​​ no one.”

“……”​‍⁠

Miruam​‍​ blinked, speechless. Estelle​ wrapped an arm⁠‌ around her and‍⁠​ smiled.

“Did​​​ you hear this?​‌ They say Lunia‍ and Alisha are‍‌‍ exercising on the⁠‍⁠ same bed with‍ Corin’s brother.”

“…Are‍⁠ you seriously talking‍‌ about that perversion?”‍‍

“But‍⁠ you did participate‌‍‍ in the nurse​​‍ game the other​​‌ time, didn’t you?”⁠

“T-that‌‍ was because he‌‍ insisted so much…”‌

“Corin​⁠ is very greedy‌‍ with family. In​​‌ Arden, two children​ are born every⁠​ year, and they⁠​ already have the‌⁠ names prepared.”

“That’s‌ because that family‍⁠​ is messed up.”‌

Estelle⁠ laughed and hugged‌ her sister.

“Aren’t​ you curious? What‌​‌ two sisters would‍ do with one‍​​ man in bed.”‌​

“L-let​​ go…!”

Miruam⁠ tried to break​ free, but it​ was impossible.

Estelle​ was the successor⁠​⁠ of the Goddess‌⁠​ of the Earth​​ and a fighter​ with monstrous strength.‌‍​

“Tonight‍ your brother will‌ come. If you‍⁠ agree, we could⁠ share the bed…”⁠‍

“Do‌ you want me‍ to kill you?”⁠​

— Sssshk.

The⁠⁠‍ decorative serpent on​​ Miruam’s dress hissed.‍‍‍

Midgardsormr,⁠‌‍ the world serpent,‌‌‌ was reacting to​⁠ the danger to⁠ its mistress.

“Stop⁠ exaggerating.”

Tap!​‍ Estelle flicked her​ on the head,‍ and the serpent⁠​ returned to Miruam’s​⁠‍ arms.

“Don’t‍​⁠ make jokes like​ that again. It’s‍⁠ disgusting.”

“Hmm~⁠​‌ that wasn’t a joke.”

Estelle‍ smiled calmly.

“I’m​​​ generous enough to‍​ share my husband‍ with you. And​ just as I love Corin, I also love my​ sister. I’m always⁠ open.”

“……”‍‌‍

Speechless,⁠ Miruam watched Estelle‌⁠ leave.

“Hey!⁠‌‍ Take your children⁠‍ with you!”

“Today‌ I’m busy making‍‍ the third one~”‌

“That…!”⁠‌⁠

At‌ the sound of‍‌ the voices, Abigail⁠ and Johan stirred​‍ in their sleep.​​

“Uuuh…”⁠

Miruam‍ carefully soothed them.‍‍

‘…Just​‍ nonsense.’

Yes.⁠ Nonsense.

But⁠⁠ that night was‌⁠ hot.

Very⁠⁠ hot.

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