Saint's Prison - Chapter 43

The Flame of Prometheus

A person with foresight who pitied humans and gave them the divine flame of Prometheus.

For that reason, they suffered a long, long punishment all alone.

But, but you know…

Everyone just turns a blind eye.

Even remembering has been forgotten.

He truly loved humans.

――― But did humans love him?

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Early morning.

The morning sun streaming through the window invited me to wake up.

The seasons have turned, and summer is coming soon.

The sun rises earlier, which is good because it saves the trouble of turning on the lights.

I stretched and buried my face in the head of the girl sleeping next to me.

A sweet scent like flowers and fruit.

The familiar smell of Amal’s body tickled my nostrils.

It seems I was sleeping while hugging Amal from behind. I wrapped my hand around her stomach and stroked it. The slightly moist skin that clings to my touch feels pleasant. We are both naked, snuggling close together.

“Ah… Andy-sama?”

“Hey, good morning, Amal.”

“Ha…hya, good morning.”

Amal replies with a sleepy, slurred tone. She’s like a puppy just waking up. Cute. I pat her head.

“Hehe… Andy-sama.”

Amal turns her body around and hugs me from the front. I gently hold her and pat her back to soothe her. She smiles happily and rubs her cheeks against my chest.

“Hey, you’re such a spoiled child since morning.”

“Hehe… Not just in the morning. I want to be spoiled by Andy-sama in the afternoon and at night, too.”

“All day long?”

“No, until I die.”

Amal says with a bite.

I laughed, a little taken aback.

“Well, I’ll do my best.”

“Yes!”

Amal replies cheerfully.

Then, Amal takes my hand and intertwines our fingers.

For a few seconds, silence fills the room.

Amal seemed to be thinking about something. She stared intently at our entwined hands and muttered softly, a small, fragile voice that didn’t seem to expect a response.

“…Andy-sama, please live longer than me. If you go before me, I won’t be able to live. When that time comes, please see me off properly.”

“Amal, you really worry too much about the future.”

“…Is that so?”

“Yeah, it is. There’s no point in worrying about it now, right? Don’t worry about tomorrow. Tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own, even Christ said that.”

“Yes, if Andy-sama says so…”

Not because Christ said it, but because I said it, Amal nods. As always, she only sees me. This is normal.

I don’t know what Amal was thinking, but I wanted to do something about her lonely look.

It’s been a year and a half since I met Amal, and I never thought I would end up in such a relationship.

The first time we met was when I woke up in that chapel. The girl standing over me as I sat down. The dimly lit room lit by countless candles, her figure standing there was something I can’t forget.

A supernatural appearance like a goddess. An emotionless expression, a flat, mechanical voice. Silver hair that reaches her waist and striking crimson eyes. There was a completed, yet somewhat desolate beauty.

I accidentally muttered that she was beautiful, and the girl’s eyes widened.

As she looked at me, confused, her eyes filled with color for the first time. In hindsight, that one word changed Amal.

Somehow, it was decided that I would be taken care of at Stonehurst.

And Amal has always been by my side since then.

As we spent time together, her expressions gradually brightened, and she began to show her smile.

She clung to me, seeking affection, with her timidly held hand as the boundary. I was glad, so I spoiled her even more.

Before I knew it, Amal had become completely devoted to me.

At first, of course, I couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t give up on returning to Japan, and Amal was still young. In Japan, she would be a girl who hadn’t even finished compulsory education. The ethics cultivated in modern times warned me.

However, as I learned about Amal’s treatment at the convent and her loneliness, I made up my mind. I accepted the innocent girl’s feelings.

It was only about three months ago when we started having a physical relationship like we do now.

It was the day when Amal was jealous of my ex-girlfriend and cried.

Amal changed from a girl to a woman.

My pent-up desire overflowed, and I pushed Amal down and went all the way with her.

And even though it was Amal’s first time, I did it over and over again.

The next morning, I apologized to Amal, whose waist was so sore she couldn’t stand up.

That’s a good memory.

I regret going too far, but I don’t regret embracing Amal.

You never know what will happen in life. If the me from when I was living in Japan knew about this, he would undoubtedly stop me, even if he had to punch me. I’ve changed too.

Amal wraps her legs around mine and looks up at me with her face tilted.

“Andy-sama, are you… um, going to do it?”

At that word, my eyes widened.

I became aware of my lower body.

I’m sorry for being so indecisive since morning. I apologize to no one in particular.

“Ah, this is a physiological phenomenon in the morning, so don’t worry about it.”

“…But it looks very painful.”

“It’s fine. Besides… if we do it, we won’t stop until noon, right?”

I whisper in her ear, and Amal lets out a seductive sigh.

She clings to me tightly.

I quietly kiss her while intertwining our fingers.

As our lips met, the memory of the village burning in that fire flashed through my mind.