I will not die a Villainess's death

Chapter 82 82: A Sudden Disappearance

The temple hall lit up with bright light as the floor stitched itself back. It also forced open the rift that had been closed this far and vomited out the party that had been sucked into the void.

However, instead of six people coming back, the void threw out seven. So naturally, everyone's attention was focused on the kid with sun-lit hair and forest-green eyes.

Such features were not only rare in the empire but also coincided with the holy god's image. People could not help but gasp out loud as he stood in front of the portrait of the holy god.

They looked almost like twins.

"*Well fuck, that hurt. I'm gonna kill the person who sent me flying like this. And you all, what are you fuckers looking at, huh? Have you never seen a man?*"

The kid spoke in a language no one else knew. And he didn't even seem to have realized that he was speaking that foreign language.

Not until someone in the crown pointed toward him and called out - 'God's envoy. The holy one has returned to us. It's a miracle.'

And then the temple broke out into a furious whisper and a range of motion. It even drowned the worry and conflict that had been felt as the rift first opened.

"Your holiness, can you read these words?"

Someone shoved a notebook toward Enma's face which confused him but the familiar words written in Sanskrit looked back at them.

The only reason he knew that language was because his family had a background in it but he did not know much.

But still, Enma could not help but spoke those words out loud as soon as he recognized them and the whole hall lit up at once.

The one most surprised to see him seemed to be the one in the Head Priest's grabs. He had a sour look on his face as he came forward.

"It seems like the world had blessed us with an enjoy. But we still cannot be sure if you are the Holy Enjoy sent here by god or not. Your lack of magic is also a concern right now. Please follow me for now so that we can confirm your identity."

Enma looked shook as he was leveled by that cold stare. Head Priest Yohan was described in the story as a gentle and kind man. But he looked anything but gentle now.

Every instinct in Enma's body was telling him not to be alone with him or he would die. As a result, Enma's eyes ran over to everyone present in the party behind him to gather support.

He needed someone to come and save him.

"Let me accompany you as well, Head Priest Yohan. There are things I need to discuss with you regarding what happened back there and how someone was able to tamper with the Holy Chalice. We were lucky that we ran into the sacrificial crystal on our way out or things could have gotten messy."

Enma felt relieved to have an alley with him. Suddenly, his chances of surviving were looking good.

"I also need to make sure our 'God's envoy' is telling the truth to us. We cannot have him go and lie now, can we?"

The relief Enma felt at having an alley evaporated in an instant. Lord Dirac was not coming with him to save him but to ensure that he kept his mouth shut about what he knew.

And Enma knew that if he disobeyed him then he would end up dying for real. Between the Head Priest and the Lucas Dirac, the latter was surely the more formidable opponent and one needed to look out for.

Enma would have to watch himself if he wanted to make it out through the day.

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Elysia felt her heart shudder in fear and anticipation as the arms around her tightened up. The trio had landed in the same position they had ended up in - Adam at the bottom with Elysia in the middle and Eve on top.

It would have not been that awkward if that had been it.

But there was a certain hardness pressing against Elysia's ass while her hands were certainly feeling a hard nipple under the hand that was lying on Eve's breast.

And then there were those puffs of breaths that were hitting Elysia's ear and her neck from both sides.

They were making her get wet as well. But this was not the time or the place to be getting aroused like this. There were things to be done.

"Eve, get off. People are looking at us weirdly."

People were looking at them with judgmental eyes. Well, they were looking at 'her' with judgmental eyes for ending up in this weird position.

And that bare moment of Adam's hip behind her was even weirder.

'Don't think about it. If you don't think about it then it didn't happen.'

But the more Elysia tried not to let herself get aroused, the more she felt her body heat up. She was more than sure that her face was red and her eyes were moist.

"Elysia, don't make that face or I will end up taking you right here and now. I don't have enough patience to hold myself back."

Eve panted those words out into Elysia's neck. Elysia felt Eve's lips touch her neck and suck. The wet sensation of that tongue made Elysia buck back right into a hard chest.

"Eve, not out here. I don't think Elysia will even look at us if we took her apart in public like that."

"But no one is looking anyway. Let me have at least this."

Elysia was beyond red at this point. Her face was borderline petrified and trying to make sense of things.

And Eve finally relented at feeling Elysia stiff under her hands and pull back.

"Fine, I will let her go for now. But only until we reach my bedroom. Then I am not holding back."

Elysia wanted to protest but Adam did not give her a chance to. He took the crystal and the book in her hand and threw them toward Sara.

"Here, take hold of these things for now. We'll be looking after Elysia's wounds so don't disturb us for now."

Sara opened her mouth to protest but then shit it up as twin glares were aimed her way.

"A-Alright. Enjoy your alone time while I take a peak into this book and— what the hell? What language is this book written in?"

But the trio was not concerned about her words. They had something else concerning them and they soon disappeared from the hall.

Elysia also found herself lost in her thoughts and emotions as the hands on her body pulled her apart. Her mind was blank slate full of pleasure and she was coming undone by two pair of talented hands on her body.