Volume 1, Chapter 63 – A Manifesto Against the Electors

In the blink of an eye, the Spiritual Flogging Club sign had barely been hanging there for long before Patolize took it down.

In its place was the illustrious name of the Lionheart Society.

Gold-trimmed, with black lettering on a red background.

According to Patolize, this style symbolized invincibility in the Demon Realm.

Stella had no opinion on the matter and simply let her busy herself with the pointless work.

And yet, on the very first day of the Lionheart Society’s existence, she, its President, was already thinking about how to personally dissolve such a heretical club.

Her intuition had always tended to be even more accurate than the facts.

Not to mention the question of what kind of club activities the Lionheart Society was supposed to hold. Going by the sermon she had delivered while carried away, God only knew what she, a failed Saintess candidate, would have to organize a group of succubi to do before they were satisfied.

Stella was certain that the Lionheart Society would cause some enormous disaster for her in the future.

Dorothy’s application alone was enough to make that obvious at a glance. And that was not all. Someone had even written in their reason for applying that they wanted to remain with the Lionheart Society for the rest of their life.

What kind of joke was that!

If Itheria found out that she had created such a heretical club in the Demon Realm…

Would she ever be able to return to the Human Realm?

In any case, Stella’s mind was already made up.

‘Dissolve it. I absolutely have to dissolve it!’

Dreaming about staying in the Lionheart Society for life was nothing but wishful thinking.

The Lionheart Society’s first club activity next week would also be the day it was dissolved.

Stella stamped the final application form. By her count, the Lionheart Society now had exactly twelve official members.

Although the Lionheart Society had already come into existence because of her loose tongue and could no longer simply be stuffed back where it came from, Stella had put considerable effort into screening its members, firmly rejecting every application whose stated reason for joining was not conservative enough.

She was the President. Her word was final!

As for Dorothy…

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Stella had to admit that she had only remembered she could manipulate the selection process after stamping Dorothy’s application.

Still, it was not a big problem.

No matter how one looked at it, Dorothy was merely a succubus art student. What kind of trouble could someone like that possibly stir up in a club that was about to be personally dissolved by its own President?

Stella was just about to use the free time she had left to think about how to dissolve the heretical organization she had personally created when she slowly began to feel a scorching heat from within her sleeve.

So hot.

Even through the fabric, the temperature was impossible to ignore.

Was it The Primordial Doctrine she had hidden inside her robe?

Stella paused and raised her eyes to scan her surroundings.

Patolize had already gone to the Principal’s office carrying a pile of documents to submit the club activity report. The lounge was completely empty.

After confirming that no one was around, Stella took out The Primordial Doctrine.

Specks of brilliant light began to glow. Strange radiance flowed across its dull cover, brightening and dimming as though it were breathing, but Stella noticed that it seemed slightly brighter than last time.

Was it her imagination?

Stella lowered her eyes.

She was no stranger to this phenomenon.

Previously, after she had finished giving those succubi high-level guidance in her private dormitory, The Primordial Doctrine had reacted in a similar way.

According to Inquisitor Itheria’s letter, this meant the book had absorbed enough faith for its seal to loosen.

Stella ran her fingers across the scorching patterns, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.

‘Faith?’

‘My heretical speech just now had actually been judged by this damned book as having gathered faith?’

The succubi’s fanatical applause, the sermon about overturning the Demon Realm, the flood of applications to join the club…

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It had accepted every last bit of it without complaint.

This sacred relic belonging to the Holy See seemed far less picky than Stella had imagined. Compared with her, who was only acting because she had no choice if she wanted to stay alive, this book looked far more like the heretic.

Without encountering any resistance, Stella opened the book.

Just like last time, there was no content concerning doctrine or religious principles.

Instead, there was a new Holy Art.

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♡ Holy Art: Holy Light Eruption

♡ Effect: Instantly releases accumulated Holy Light in the form of an explosion, indiscriminately shattering all hostile targets in the surrounding area. It can be forcibly activated even if the caster is bound, restrained, or suppressed.

♡ Cost: The scattered Holy Light will be difficult to recover. If forcibly activated while weakened, it will cause irreversible shock damage to the caster’s mind.

♡ Note: Be extremely careful of dizziness.

♡ Incantation: “May the Lord have mercy. May the Lord have mercy. May the Lord have mercy.”

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The incantation was extremely simple. It was even based on the Kyrie ¹ A liturgical prayer or chant. , so Stella memorized it effortlessly.

Only…

Stella seemed to hear something.

It was as though someone extremely familiar was calling out to her again and again, but when she calmed herself and tried to carefully search for the source, she found nothing.

Probably an auditory hallucination.

Stella closed the book and slipped it back into her robe.

It was still a Holy Art completely useless for her current situation.

A Holy Art that detonated the Holy Light inside her body like a bomb was of no help whatsoever in her present circumstances, apart from making an astonishing amount of noise.

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This really was self-destruction now.

In an academy where succubi were everywhere around her, using this sort of spell would be no different from openly announcing that she was a human Saintess.

At that point, she would be finished before the Sanctity even had a chance to make her disguise fail.

Still, the book had reminded her of something.

She had an even more troublesome matter to deal with.

Stella raised her left hand. Beneath the unseen surface of her skin, the Sanctity was parasitizing her body, slowly purifying the impurities of the abyss within her. If she did not restore the balance soon, she really would turn back into a powerless human incapable of even restraining a chicken.

She needed to find a way to obtain the Eye of the Black Mass as soon as possible.

Forget next week. She needed to report to the Principal’s office right now.

Stella rubbed her chin and thought seriously.

Only…

What exactly did the Eye of the Black Mass look like? What properties did it possess? What would happen if she touched it?

Stella knew absolutely nothing.

Blindly trying to steal a highly dangerous sealed object when she did not even know what it looked like was not infiltration.

It was suicide.

She needed intelligence.

Click.

The sound of the doorknob turning interrupted Stella’s thoughts. The person who entered was not Patolize, as she had expected.

A platinum-white figure walked in.

Remedios Bledia.

Holding a book in her hands, she stepped lightly into the room.

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“Truly breathtaking, Stella. I had absolutely no idea you had such a talent for speeches,” Remedios said as soon as she entered. “No, calling it a presentation wouldn’t be right… No, a manifesto would be more appropriate. How ambitious.”

“I was a little surprised at first, but when I thought about it, this really is exactly the sort of thing you would do.”

“Remedios, you… you were listening just now too?” Stella asked shakily.

“Of course. From beginning to end, I was there the entire time. How could I possibly miss my good friend’s club presentation? I just arrived too late to get a seat near the front, so I could only listen from the corridor.”

Remedios walked over to the table and gently pushed a notebook in front of Stella.

“But that doesn’t matter. I wrote down every word you said and every key point you mentioned. I even made a few tiny additions for you.” Remedios smiled and tapped the notebook. “Especially the part about the new ruler. That was simply the perfect finishing touch.”

Stella could clearly see a title written across the cover in delicate cursive handwriting.

《A Manifesto Against the Electors》

“Look. In response to the criticisms you raised, I supplemented it with the origins and course of the Seven Electors’ decadence. And in the chapter on the birth of a new ruler, I quoted your speech and explained why the Demon Realm’s current situation will inevitably give rise to a new ruler. It’s still rather rough, but it’s more than enough for a manifesto.”

Stella stared at her dumbfounded.

The thousand things she wanted to say in her heart ultimately turned into a single dry, wooden line.

“…Once again, thank you so much.”

“No need to thank me, good sister.”

Remedios smiled like a blooming flower.

Translator Note

oof now there’s proof of her revolution, she can’t escape anymore xD