Spending time with Sanakia might be best

Sanakia was of course extremely happy.

But for me, it felt like a no brainer. She was the newest addition to my...uh...team and obviously the one with the most mental baggage. Focusing on her might be just the distraction I needed.

“You made a most sagamonious decision, my Lord. You will not regret this! This shall be the greatest date you will experience in your life!”, the girl knight boldly promised.

Well, she certainly was enthusiastic. “Right. Uh...anything in particular you wish to visit?”, I asked.

“Yes! We should make pilgrimage to the holy cathedral on the holy island! It is a most holy place!”

“Err, sorry but that is at least a week march away from here. We should limit our date to places in the city.”

Sanakia looked disappointed but then quickly nodded. “In that case, there is a cathedral in Rasheul as well. We can pray to the Goddess for a boon in your fight! If you pray hard enough your victory will be guaranteed!”

That is not really how it works, but Sanakia was very eager and it wasn’t as if I had a better idea, so might as well humor her.

Luckily, Rasheul Cathedral was hard to miss. It was located in the southwestern part of the city, crested on top of a natural hill. Combined with the height of the Cathedral and its clock tower you could see and hear the building from every part of Rasheul and beyond.

Unluckily, that also means there where lots of tourists here and me being a finalist pretty much meant I was free meat for the entire city. As such we had Maria arrange a Upy-carriage for us. Not exactly the best way to experience the city, but absolutely necessary.

Funny to think about. The last time I was in one of these was just yesterday when I was ferried off to the arena accompanied by Ojou-samas goons. It was mostly the same way as well, just in reverse.

Right, the cathedral was in the noble hill district, same as Ojou-sama’s estate. We should be fine, but I couldn’t help but have a bit of a queasy feeling about it.

“So, I am a bit curious”, I asked, to pass the time on the ride. “Sir d’artagan took part in this tournament to slay the Dark Lord, yes?”

Sanakia nodded enthusiastically. “Indeed, my Lord. That was our quest. I am most pleased that you have now taken it upon yourself to accomplish this!”

Let’s just ignore the Galmon’s delusions for now. “But according to Maria, that wouldn’t be possible, remember? They would revive the Dark Lord once he turned into a Blood Soul.”

Sanakia briefly showed me a rather mischievous smile. “Ah! Sir d’artagan had a contingency plan for this! You see, when you perish in the arena you will be teleported to the infirmary, right?”

“True.”

“So!”, Sanakia continued with a grin. “Sir d’artagan cleverly planned to rush into the infirmary after him and bravely slaughter the fell fiend a second time while he was weak and defenseless!”

“I am pretty sure that would be against the law and ****.”

“I suppose...”, Sanakia pondered that for a bit. “Sir d’artagan always used to say that the law did not apply to him since he was a holy knight.”

That guy is a real piece of work, huh?

After about a thirty minute ride(interrupted by a checkpoint at the Rubine river crossing), the carriage came to a halt right at the foot of cathedral hill. There was bit of a climb via a beautiful marble staircase before we would arrive at the cathedral proper.

“Will you be alright?”, I asked the Galmon. The steps where rather steep and Sanakia was wearing that huge armor of hers.

“Of course I will, my Lord!” Sanakia gazed up at the cathedral and give a cocky nod. “Scaling these stairs is no trouble at all for me! Shall we race to the top?”

Please don’t race at religious sites.

As if to proof her point, the Galmon boldly started to climb the stairs at a rather brisk pace. Well, brisk for her, I could easily overtake her, but I rather not encourage this behavior.

It didn’t take long however for Sanakia’s pace to slow down and at about the halfway mark she started to sweat and pant quite fiercely.

In fact, I was getting a bit worried. It was a rather hot day, too. “Are you alright? Take it easy.”

“Y-yes...”, the Galmon replied. “For a knight like myself, this is nothing!”

Finally reaching the top, the Galmon was wheezing. “S-see, my Lord...nothing...to...it...”

Then she was wobbling and falling backwards.

Seriously?

Thankfully, I managed to catch her before she could tumble to her doom. Gritting my teeth I yanked her back and the Galmon landed face up on the marble landing on top of the stairs.

No movement.

Sanakia has very evidently fainted once again.

As I was contemplating what to do, a young girl in a nun outfit came running towards us. “Hurry!”, she shouted. “Take it off!”

Excuse me?

My confusion was not received well. “The armor! She’s burning up! Get to it!”

Was this a heat stroke? Regardless, the advice was sound. I quickly get to work fumbling at the various straps of Sanakia’s heavy armor.

Ah, screw that!

Taking my dirk out, I took a more direct approach and slashed at the leather straps that held this hulking mass of armor together.

Under the armor, Sanakia was veritably cooking. And of course she still wore her bikini armor underneath.

“D-do we have to take that off as well?”, I gulped. I probably shouldn’t find this erotic.

“Of course not”, The sister answered as she knelt down to the **** Sexy-knight “That is merely her skin.”

“S-skin?”

Ignoring me, the sister mumbled some words. A bright light flew out of her hands and engulfed the sweat drenched Galmon.

The cleric nodded relieved. “That should do it. Let’s move her to some place more private, follow me.”

I nodded sheepishly, scooped Sanakia up bridal style and went after the cleric.

“You are a finalist, right?”, asked me the cleric as we entered the huge and beautiful furnished cathedral. “Mari Beta?”

“Y-yes”, I replied. I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise that I got recognized. “May I ask your name?

“Cell Perfect”, the cleric replied. “I partook in the tournament as well, but was defeated in the first round. I don’t think we met.”

“I-I see.” The cleric seemed young and certainly pretty enough. Although the habit she was wearing obscured almost all of her skin.

Finally, a side corridor gave way to a small room and Cell nodded towards the bed. I gently let Sanakia down.

Then she glared at me. “What where you thinking, letting a Sexy-Knight walk around like this!”

My confusion was apparently evident, so the cleric softened her approach a bit.

“This”, she gestured towards the ****, half-naked Galmon. “Is their natural state of dress. The more clothing a Sexy-Knight wears the weaker it gets. With heavy armor like these, in the hot season...” the cleric grimaced. “It is basically ****.”

“H-Hold on”, I tried to defend myself. “I only got her as a **** yesterday! She was always wearing that!” In hindsight...that didn’t sound all that good a defense.

But Cell seemed to understand my meaning. “I did see her walk around with the golden knight sometimes”, she admitted. “He knows healing magic. If applied on a regular basis it should technically allow her to survive in this.”

“Survive?”

“Yes”, the cleric gave me a stern look. “Make no mistake, wearing this over an extended amount of time will kill her.”

“You may keep wearing this armor, a monster like you needs all the protection it can get.”

I screamed so loud, it made Cell shrink back in surprise. “Where is that bastard now? I will feed hims his own cock!”

“I believe he and Sir Mueller left the city yesterday. A-at any rate this is besides the point now.”

I tried my best to subdue the boiling anger. I don’t think I ever despised a person so much in my life. “What do you mean?”

Cell glanced to the **** Galmon. “You are her master now and that means it is your job to take proper care of her.”

“Meaning…?”

“Not letting her wear anything beyond this.”

I took another glance at Sanakia. No matter how you look at it. Her current “armor” is pretty much nothing but underwear. Fairly skimpy one at that as well. “I don’t think she would like that.”

“Yes, Sexy-Knights tends to be easily embarrassed, but this is a matter of her physical health.” Cell hesitated. “At least for the remainder of the summer I order a complete ban of any clothing. The next time this happens, you might not have a cleric available.”

“A-any clothing?”, I asked. “Surely she could cover up with a shirt or something?”

“Absolutely not!”, came the stern reply. “The weight of the material is irrelevant, it is the amount of skin covered that’s the issue.”

Wow. Sexy-Knight have it pretty rough, huh? I stared at the still **** Galmon who was breathing softly.

How do I explain this to her?