Chapter 16
It felt as if a stone had blocked his throat after his heart. It was the magic power binding him.
How does a priest even possess such magic?
Ian bit the inside of his cheek.
“Anyway, you have no external duties tomorrow, do you? Work comfortably and return; it will all be over by then.”
To Ian, those words sounded like a death sentence.
However unaccustomed the princess was to asserting authority, Delonas had likely never done much physical labor.
Moreover, she had just been violently violated in the heart of the enemy nation.
But the ones who had violated her acted as if nothing had happened and made her clean again, and each time she failed to do it properly…
—Hng!
…they punished her.
The problem was that each time, following the sharp pain, a strange ripple seemed to course through her body.
And unbelievably, it felt not far from the climax she had felt over and over while being violated by the priests.
Even from just a touch, no—clearly from being struck, it went beyond that.
Her body’s reaction to even that was strange.
Her n*****s would stiffen from just a brush of clothing, and there were even priests who would press their flesh against that spot as they passed by, pretending not to notice, leaving her at a loss.
“Bring her.”
Suddenly, the holy knights began to grab and drag her.
“Where to—!”
She’d rather walk herself.
But the holy knights, each grabbing a shoulder, dragged her without a word.
In the process, they didn’t forget to grope her b******s and b*****s.
“!”
Her head involuntarily jerked back from the gloved hands roughly kneading her chest.
“It’s too wet down there.”
The knight who had placed his hand on the crevice of her b******s clicked his tongue.
“With this, I wonder if she’ll do well in the ‘Purification Rite’.”
What’s the Purification Rite?
No one would explain it to her, and with no chance to question, she was loaded into a carriage.
—Clang!
It was a rough carriage with iron bars, just like the one she was captured in.
A carriage with iron bars letting in dust and dirt—now she saw it was never meant for the comfort of its occupant.
—Jingle!
Instead, there were bells attached to the bars, drawing the attention of those nearby.
It was a carriage meant to put its occupant on display as a spectacle.
Delonas’s face flushed crimson.
But if she was visible from outside, she could also see outside clearly.
“……?”
She realized she was being taken to a plaza-like stage.
And of course, there were many people around it.
“Woo! The witch!”
“The witch of Beakin!”
Amidst those shouting and throwing stones,
“Your Highness?”
“Princess!”
“What royal family of a fallen nation? Calling her a princess!”
“Agh!”
…there was a group with a different atmosphere.
Around them stood holy knights with sharp swords.
Those swords were not to protect them, but to imprison them.
And their hair and appearance were distinctly different from the surrounding Archion people.
They were Beakin people!
“……!”
Just as Delonas, startled, grabbed the iron bars—
“Good heavens!”
A lament swept through the Beakin crowd.
Only then did Delonas become aware that what she wore could hardly be called clothing.
It was more like wearing a long piece of cloth with a hole for the neck, utterly failing to properly cover her body.
She flinched and tried to cover herself with the cloth, but it wasn’t large enough to cover her properly in the first place.
—Rattle, thud!
In the meantime, the carriage carrying her came to a stop right in the center of the plaza-like stage.
Standing at the very center was High Priest Lekia.
“Make ready!”
At his command, priests began to take positions, forming ranks as if encircling the entire stage and its onlookers.
“What are they doing?”
While the Beakin people grew uneasy,
—Ku-woong!
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