Chapter 2
Just as she was hugging her knees and burying her face in fear…
―Clatter!
The carriage stopped.
Due to the arduous ‘journey,’ where she was fed little more than the leftover food mixed together from the knights of Archion, let alone a proper meal, her vision was blurry.
When she squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again, she saw people dressed in white.
The sunlight reflecting off their robes stabbed into Delonas’s eyes like arrows.
―Thud!
Then, the person in front slammed the end of a long staff onto the ground.
A grand vibration echoed all around.
At that sound, the crowd, which had been violently throwing stones and eggs at her, soon quieted.
Then, they began looking at the figure in white—the priest—with expectant eyes.
“Citizens of the empire, we give thanks to the grace of Lady Ephina for defeating wicked Beakin and bringing before us the witch who stood at its center.”
“Waaah!”
The people cheered once more.
To them, she was already a witch.
“From now on, this person placed before me shall be lower than anyone in Archion, lower even than a slave, and must spend her entire life serving us and Lady Ephina.”
It was no different from a pronouncement of how Delonas’s life would unfold from this point on.
“In every conceivable way.”
The added words somehow sounded ominous. Perhaps it was because the priests’ gazes were fixed on her body the entire time.
I heard the Pontiff is around my age.
The man giving the speech-like address up front was middle-aged.
A man with gleaming silver hair swept back, smiling as if gentle.
But the moment his gaze met hers, Delonas felt chills run all over her body.
She could distinctly feel a sticky, viscous desire directed at her.
“Now, we shall imprint that slave’s brand upon this witch’s very heart!”
Upon her heart?
It was the moment her eyes flew wide open.
―Clang!
The iron bars opened. The holy knights of Archion entered the cage, roughly seized her body, and dragged her out.
“Ah…!”
As strong hands grabbed her arms and pulled, a groan escaped her involuntarily.
But there were no ladies-in-waiting to be startled by that groan and attend to her, no knights to protect her.
She was alone here.
“Ugh…!”
―Thud!
A shadow fell over her, thrown onto the dirt floor.
And the middle-aged priest thrust his hand abruptly into her tattered indoor dress.
“Hic,”
She, startled, tried to pull her body away, but
the hands of the knights holding her firmly did not permit her even the slightest struggle.
Into the valley of her b*****s, which perhaps only the maids who attended her baths or she herself had ever cautiously touched, a man’s hand roughly dug.
And then.
―Sizzle!
“Ah-ahk!”
Instantly, the hands of several men clamped over her mouth, from which a scream had erupted.
“Ugh!”
An intense pain surged in her heart.
As if touching a tangled knot of mana, rough sparks flew and the smell of burning cloth rose.
But before that,
a strange energy flowed into her entire body.
It felt as if swimming through viscous water, all her senses concentrated on her skin, and her body seemed to move a beat slower.
Amidst this, the hand of the priest who had engraved the brand seized, with a grab, her b****t.
“……!”
In front of countless people, with not just one or two but many knights and priests nearby…
Not only was her body visible through the burnt clothes, but to be molested…!
Just as she bit her lip,
a strangely hot sensation began to swirl around her b****t.
“H-heuk…!?”
It was a tingling sensation she had never felt in her life.
While she was flustered, not knowing what to do, the priest smiled.
“The brand seems to have taken properly. Take her away.”
He gestured to the knights.
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