Arriving at the Monastery

The walk continued much the same the rest of the way through the forest, the woods eventually pealing back to reveal a wide green and rocky landscape, a white paved road carving a line through the entirety of it, leading up through a series of tall stone walls, until it finally reached an absolutely huge building constructed atop the mountain plateau. There could be no mistaking the sight of Garreg Mach Monastery.

No matter how long the walk up to the Monastery was, there was no way anyone in the group could ever feel bored or even tired when such a imposing presence loomed in the foreground. It was not intimidating, but the building had a sheer presence to it, as it dominated the skyline for miles around. A mass of carefully carved stone, topped with blue slate roofs made the entire thing look unique compared to the architecture of the rest of Fodlan, and even the hill slopes were carefully maintained so that visitors always had nothing but the best of views on their arrival.

The whole caravan eventually made it up to the final gate, passing through the open doors and stepping into a huge courtyard. Byleth had been fondling Edelgard's breasts on and off the entire trip. They and his sister's were the only sets of boobs around, and so he wasn't exactly spoiled for choice, but he was a connoisseur, someone who had only the finest appreciation for the artform that was the female teat. If he spoiled himself too much then his appreciation might begin to wane, and such would never do.

And so he did make sure to give the poor girl moments of respite from his attention, passingly joining in the conversation with Dimitri and Claude. But every few minutes he circled back around and gave her smooth spheres a good squeezing through her red and black uniform. Deneb always used that as a moment to show off, as if he hadn't already spent enough time on her gazongas. If he didn't know better he'd think she was jealous, but he had visited brothels with the other men of the Breaker's Band before and she'd never reacted like this. It seemed like she just wanted to make sure he remembered she still had the largest set he'd ever encountered.

As if he could forget it.

As they entered the final gate, he noticed his father stop, looking up above. He and his sister moved up to either side of their father, following his eye sight. What they saw was rather awe inspiring.

She was a woman of incredible beauty, wearing crisp and clean white robes, overset by a black and gold outfit matching the attire of the priests of Seiros, but far more elaborate. Her hair was a light green, and her eyes matched it but also held a piercing intensity to them that sent shivers down the back of his spine. On her head she wore a large golden crown like headpiece, that was inlaid with white gems, and had two tassels hanging from it on either side.

As they looked up at her, so too did she look down at the three of them even while the rest of the group moved on further into the monastery. "Rhea's here..." He heard his father say beside him, but his focus was all on the woman up above. She was beautiful to the ****, perhaps the fairest maiden in all of Fodlan. As she looked over them, he could see she had just the slightest of smiles.

Finally their gazes broke, the woman turning away and leaving her small balcony outcropping, and they three of them headed on in. While they walked, Jeralt talked to the two of them. "It's been a long time since I've been here, and I'm not exactly happy to be **** to see her now, but you two should probably know that I used to be a Knight of Seiros. More than that I was a captain here, reporting directly to the Archbishop. Lady Rhea. She is perhaps the most powerful woman in all of Fodlan, thanks to being the one in charge of the Faith of Seiros. So don't do anything to get more of her attention that you need."

"And you." He said, turning his head over his shoulder to look at him. "Try not to do anything unnecessary that will get you punished."

Said Archbishop and another man with darker hair, who introduced himself as Seteth, were both waiting to greet them all within the main chapel of the monastery. Jeralt and the two spoke for a while, and he stayed silent, just observing the situation. Even Deborah stayed silent, seemingly cowed by Jeralt's warning, or perhaps by just the sheer spectacle of such a huge room. Thankfully she was still alert enough to pay attention, giving her own name and his for him when asked.

And then all of a sudden the bombshell was dropped that he and his sister were both being offered teaching positions here at the officer's academy, while Jeralt was being invited back to being a captain of the Knights of Seiros. And after only a few words more she was already taking her leave.

And he couldn't just let her go without a proper inspection. Immediately he was stepping forwards, following her movement to leave, and her swiftly brought his arms up around underneath her arms and got two large handfuls of her cleavage.

It was quite large. You couldn't tell because the robes she wore did quite the job of concealing them, but the Archbishop's breasts were definitely quite substantial. They still didn't take the record from his sister's, but they were definitely some top tier tits. They had a natural buoyancy to them, and were soft and a little springy to the touch, but also had a definite weight to them when held in the palm. It was almost like they had mass but did not feel the full **** of gravity that their size should incur. Her robes were still quite thick fabric, and so he couldn't find her nipples through it, but that just left them as a surprise for later, if he was able to convince her into a more private venue for a more formal examination.

"Oh Byleth." His sister said behind him, trying to keep the cheer and laughter out of her voice. "Only for you is it be normal to go up to the most powerful woman in all of Fodlan and grope her on the way out. Why it's practically how you say goodbye."

He squeezed the rather fabulous bosom one more final time before finally releasing it. Immediately his hands felt empty and cold without a pair of breasts to cup. If only Rhea remembered something and came back for a moment, then he'd be able to say goodbye all over again and get another great feel.

Alas it was not to be. Rhea continued until she was gone from his sight, a light pink dusting on her cheeks the only indication that anything had happened to her.

"So. What now?" He asked in his usual clipped fashion.

"Well with professor Hanneman stepping down from the position of professor to focus on his research, and our other professor having shown himself a coward having run from those bandits you met along the road, you will both be required to serve as a professor for one of the Three Houses of the Officer's Academy. The both of you will best be suited interacting with the students, before you choose which of the Houses you wish to teach. As of this moment only the House Leaders are aware that you will be a professor here, so feel free to pretend you are to be one of their peers, it may help you get a better impression of their character." The assistant, Seteth, was obviously not a fan of them at the moment, his tone made his annoyance with the whole situation quite clear. "You should be able to find all of this years students scattered around the Monastery. Now if there is nothing else, I had duties to attend to."

With no questions to offer, he too left, Jeralt following not long after with a short goodbye. Leaving just the two of them, Brother and Sister, the Ashen Demons, stood within the Chapel. His sister's face swiftly split into a grin. "So By, where do you want to go first?"