Chapter 206: New teachers...

"No, mom, dad, stop!"

Isabella's eyes shot open as her own anguished screams reverberated in her ears. The remnants of a haunting nightmare clung to her consciousness, refusing to release their grip even as she found herself back in the waking world.

Gasping for breath, she frantically scanned her surroundings.

A moment of disorientation swept over her as she took in her unfamiliar surroundings.

Releasing her Divinity she instinctively scanned everything.

The room she found herself in was starkly different from the one she knew.

From the intricately adorned ceilings to the unfamiliar walls, everything seemed alien.

Even the bed beneath her felt foreign.

In the Holy Nation, where most rooms near the grand cathedral bore a striking resemblance, Isabella's keen eyes discerned the subtle distinctions that confirmed this was not her accustomed space.

The distinct shapes she saw was too different, for this place to be her room.

The absence of her cherished doll, a constant companion in her nightly slumber, further emphasized the disparity.

As she became more aware, Isabella noticed the thin blanket draped over her form – the only modesty preserving her nakedness.

A sense of vulnerability crept over her, and she couldn't help but wonder why she was undressed.

"Why am I naked?" she questioned aloud, her voice betraying a mixture of confusion and concern. The solitude of the room offered a brief respite, but the disconcerting realization lingered.

A sudden throbbing headache seized her, causing Isabella to wince and clutch her head. The memories of the previous night flooded back, unraveling the events that had transpired.

"That's right, I took the hero back to the temple and tried to charm him... I failed, and the gods were angered, then he suddenly disappeared," she muttered to herself.

The recollection, however, was incomplete, and the details surrounding her arrival in the unfamiliar room remained elusive.

Beside the bed, a small wooden chair held her neatly cleaned clothes, and her cane was meticulously placed nearby.

Despite the clarity of her surroundings, Isabella's attempt to rise was met with a sharp pang, causing her to recoil.

Pain radiated from her back to her lower abdomen, and her aching body betrayed the aftermath of an ordeal she couldn't fully remember.

Determined to understand the extent of her discomfort, Isabella tentatively opened the blanket, revealing a distressing sight.

Bloodstains marred the fabric beneath her lower half, sending a chill down her spine.

Panic set in as her thoughts raced, and a sinking realization gripped her.

Although she can't see, she knew what the feeling and smell of blood was like.

"No... it can't be, right?" she whispered, her hands trembling as she cautiously checked her own purity.

.....

"So, what were you hiding in your room?" Elena's playful yet persistent question hung in the air, her gaze fixed on me.

"Hmm? Nothing..." I responded casually, attempting to brush off the matter as inconsequential.

Elena, however, wasn't easily swayed. "Really now~..." Her tone suggested a mix of amusement and suspicion, indicating that she wasn't about to drop the subject anytime soon.

Insisting further, she hastily added, "I really wasn't worried," trying to empathize her lack of concern.

Her words, however, felt more like an excuse than a genuine dismissal of her emotional response.

"Yes, yes, my dear fiancé wasn't worried about me having a good time with another woman—" I began my teasing words, but before I could finish, Elena swiftly punched me in the side.

Despite her generally weaker physical ability, her punch, imbued with divine energy, felt like it could shatter my ribs.

"Why would you say it like that? Louise isn't just any woman!" she reprimanded me, her tone now a mix of frustration and admonishment. It seemed her previous sadness had transformed into genuine irritation.

'Women/...'

I sighed internally, trying to fathom the intricate workings of their emotions.

'Will there ever be a time where I can tell what they really want?'

The journey to the designated location continued, and before long, we arrived at the expansive castle-like churches of the holy nation.

An open space revealed itself, adorned with a gigantic white stage and an array of golems placed on each side, ranging from colossal to human-sized.

These white golems stood in formation, creating a mesmerizing display.

At the center of the stage, the attention-grabbing figures revealed themselves. A middle-aged man, distinguished by his dark blue hair and four scars etched across his face, stood with an imposing presence that radiated authority and experience.

His demeanor suggested a wealth of knowledge and the scars hinted at battles faced and conquered.

Beside him stood a stunning woman with equally dark blue hair, her beauty accentuated by a scar just underneath her chin.

Both of them fixed their gazes on me, a mix of determination and assessment reflected in their eyes.

As I observed them, the unmistakable vibes of shared heritage and familial connection were palpable.

The subtle nuances in their appearances, coupled with the synchronized energy that enveloped them, indicated a strong possibility that they were twins or, at the very least, closely bonded siblings.

"Good day, Sir hero, dear saintess...!" they greeted in unison, bowing respectfully as they introduced themselves.

"My name is Libert Evans," the middle-aged man announced.

"And my name is Fredrika Evans," the stunning woman beside him added.

"Starting today, we will be both your combat teachers," they declared together, their voices synchronized almost like a perfectly coordinated duo.

The harmony in their delivery hinted at an exceptional level of synchronization between the two.

Combat teachers? The thought crossed my mind.

Did I even really need any? I pondered the necessity, wondering if my abilities were already sufficient.

Nevertheless, Elena seemed quite accepting of the arrangement.

"Please take care of us, Brother Libert, Sister Fredrika" Elena chimed in casually, her hands folded together in a prayer-like gesture.

The surprise on Elena's face, though fleeting, suggested that this arrangement might have been orchestrated by the pope without prior notification.

However, if Elena was on board with the idea, then I might as well embrace the opportunity.

The prospect of learning from experienced individuals held its own appeal.