His Holiness’s Grace

“I shall grant you the grace you desire.” * Three months from now. If I do not receive an infusion of mana, I will die. There is only one way to avoid it: to have sexual relations with someone overflowing with mana, even if only once. “Would you be so kind as to grant me your grace?” “Of course. It is my duty to help people like you.” That was how I found the ideal candidate: Cloud Sane, the high priest of this country. A man far kinder and more virtuous than the rumors claimed. “Please… do it until the end.” “Now you’re finally being honest again.” But, for some reason, it seems I touched something I shouldn’t have. This relationship that I started myself… Can it really end after just one time?