In reality, this was the first time Silas had left Flores City.
Splash...
Just taking a walk outside, he could see a hunched old woman holding a wooden basin, dumping filth on the side of the road.
Before, Silas simply thought Flores City represented the level of the entire Middle Ages. Now he understood; everything had changed because of him.
"Brother-in-law."
"Mmh?"
"Could you... not take it out and look at it like this?"
"It's nothing."
Silas carefully examined the "condom" in his hand. It was very abstract; the texture was clearly made of a material similar to silk stockings, but the waterproof rating might have reached IP69 or even 68? Airtightness...
"..."
Blowing into it, it really could inflate without leaking at all.
If placed in his past life, wouldn't it be bought out by foot fetishists?
"This isn't for blowing!"
The sister-in-law beside him really couldn't bear it anymore; she snatched the item and stuffed it back into her pocket, looking around guiltily. Finding no acquaintances, she carefully breathed a sigh of relief.
"Elisa made quite a bit of money selling this stuff, and also gained the support of quite a few noble ladies."
"What about you? How did you think of making condoms?"
"..."
Miss Elena unconsciously placed her right hand on her chest, "After all, we are a church, and we use the name of the God of Compassion, Noi. We did some things in line with compassion and tolerance, giving out some for free to win people's hearts or whatever... but we didn't expect it to be so popular. Since it could make money, we naturally tried mass-producing it."
"Oh. You certainly have ideas that aren't bound by worldly conventions."
If it were Miss Rose, even if she thought of it, she probably wouldn't be very willing to do it.
Silas had long understood his sister-in-law's business acumen and cleverness; right now, he was more interested in another matter.
"So... why were you carrying five condoms with you?"
"Eh? That, I... this is..."
Elena couldn't bring herself to say it.
Before she went to see Silas, she thought something might happen. But because she wasn't remembered, she left dejectedly.
Who knew... it would be put to use immediately. No, it couldn't be counted as put to use.
"Relax, Miss Elisa won't be back for a while."
"..."
Even with her hand held, Elena still couldn't suppress the instinct to look around.
How could she not be nervous?
Elisa had just walked out the door, and she secretly followed Silas out right after.
"Anyway! We can't go inside anymore."
"Sister Elisa has a very sharp nose. Outside, it can still be wiped clean; if it's inside..."
"..."
"Mmh, put the condom on me with your mouth, and I'll listen to you. After all, it's the cute Elena."
"Mouth?"
Elena paused. Her face turned even redder.
In the small woods, confirming no one was around, she squatted down and brushed the hair from her ear. She held the elastic silk sheath in her mouth and pulled down Silas's pants.
With saliva sticking, she spent a lot of effort to finally sheath half of it.
So.
Before it tore because it was too big, but now it's the same size condom, and it won't tear?
"Fooled you, even if you put it on with your mouth, I'll still shoot inside."
"Eh?"
"..."
The spirit of contract was a lie.
But Elena found it hard to explain this feeling clearly; on the one hand, she was afraid of her belly really getting big and finding it hard to face Rose and the others, but on the other hand, for some reason, she couldn't resist.
"This... won't do..."
She only put up a symbolic resistance before giving up. She let her buttocks or breasts be grabbed and swayed.
Feeling Silas's throbbing, she even had some anticipation. Unconsciously accommodating him.
"Elena?"
It wasn't until Silas pulled out and the scalding heat landed on her buttock cleft that she sobered up.
"Did you just lean over yourself?"
"No..."
Humans are strange creatures.
Being forcefully given something makes one waver, worrying about gains and losses, but after discovering it wasn't given... maybe being a lover isn't that easy either? Meaning, when one isn't after money or benefits, it should be quite difficult.
"Let me clean you up, brother-in-law, and then let's go back!"
Elena didn't think that much anymore, serving him selflessly.
It was only natural for it to get hard again in her mouth. If it was shooting outside, doing it until noon would be fine.
On the other side.
Elisa, wearing light armor and leaning on a sword like a female knight, arrived at the managing Lord's place.
"Your Highness! I really didn't know someone was selling this kind of thing!"
"..."
The Lord here was very poor. If compared with Flores, he might be doing even worse than the butlers under Flores.
"How you peddle pills here, and what connection you have with the Roman Church. I don't care."
"But how do you account for the pills coming from your place flowing into my Ignar Principality's land?"
The Princess stared at him coldly.
"..."
Just being looked at like this, the Lord's legs were already trembling, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground.
A small noble like him, where did he have the ability to handle diplomatic issues?
"Flores City in my territory had quite a few commoners injured because of the drugs spread from your place. A groom I valued... who is now a knight's man, was also injured because of it."
"I'm only giving you half a month; I need to see sincerity."
"..."
Elisa didn't waste much breath.
She turned and left. Threatening a small noble was meaningless; what was important was that he could write letters to people higher up. Although this place was dirty, its strategic significance was quite important, and Elisa had always wanted it.
Didn't this just hand her an excuse?
"Your Majesty the Empress, you scared him so much he wet his pants."
"I really thought Your Majesty just came to inspect and investigate the Roman Church matter, giving them a show of strength along the way."
"...Stop flattering."
Miss Elisa rubbed her temples.
This was also the open scheme and conspiracy Silas had rambled about back then, something about not killing diplomats when two countries are at war... what if the diplomat was seeking death and died within the other country's borders.
Drawing inferences from one instance, she had captured living corpses alive, as well as the heads of bandits. Standing on the moral high ground, if the other party couldn't show sincerity, she would have a reason to help them tidy up their public security.
"So... are you willing to recruit him as a knight?"
The young knight asked nervously.
"..."
Elisa looked up at the sky covered in dark clouds. It might rain again.
Strange to say.
When she was idle back then, she had discussed with Dorothy: what position should she give Silas if she found him in the future?
Should she restore his original position, or give him a title similar to "Empress Consort"? But a man being an Empress Consort was very weird; they had discussed it a lot.
But she never would have thought that because she was worried about that nun from the Church, she wouldn't be able to give whatever she wanted.
It was clearly what he had taught back then, to dispense rewards according to merit. But when it came to him, she couldn't reward him.
"We'll see."
Elisa didn't give a positive answer, mounted her horse, and hurried towards the stationed area.
She arrived an hour earlier than expected.
"..."
But why was no one there?
Only the dozen or so knights from the monastery were feeding the horses.
"Where are they?"
Elisa frowned.
"Oh, not long after you appeared, the Lord Bishop went out."
"I'm asking about Silas."
"I don't know, didn't he set off with you?"
"..."
These past few days, Elisa always felt something was wrong.
She couldn't put her finger on it.
But now she seemed to know what was wrong.
Thinking back, starting from when they came here the day before yesterday and met the people from the monastery. The so-called Bishop of the Noi Church, that nun's sister... hadn't she spent a bit too much time alone with Silas?
She didn't want to be suspicious like that.
But when Silas first lied about going to the toilet, was it really just to complete some task the nun had assigned?
For something like this, would he need to lie?
If there was still some guilty conscience he was hiding from her... what was it?
"He said he was going to look for clues again."
This woman with half her face covered was also very strange; when she wanted to go to the monastery to look earlier, it was also her who said the nun's sister must have gone ahead.
It was like running interference.
"Your Majesty the Empress?"
"Your Highness Elisa?"
"..."
Miss Elisa ignored everyone, took down the heirloom from her hairband, and gripped it tightly.
She followed the route the monastery knights mentioned to look for them.
When there was no one around, she lay on the ground and used her sense of smell, enhanced by the gemstone, to sniff.
Sure enough, the two people they said went out one after the other had met up halfway. They went somewhere together.
This bastard...
Would he really do such a bastardly thing and hide it from her?
Her body began to tremble, and her teeth chattered.