Chapter 21
Epina’s divine power, which sensitively receives all emotions emanating from dreams, would change to a deep purple color the more it received intense emotions.
And the hemispherical divine power surrounding that altar was a deep violet, almost close to black.
Clenching his teeth, he entered inside, which was filled with divine power.
“Your Holiness?”
The High Priest Lekia seemed somewhat surprised.
His eyes, which had been stained purple, returned to their original color.
His crotch was bulging as if he had just been thoroughly enjoying something in a dream.
The others were the same.
Even though they were standing with their eyes half-closed, their bodies twitched as if they were doing something intense in the dream.
“His Holiness is here?”
At that voice, a few priests who had awakened from the dream turned to look at him in surprise.
If he were coming personally, there should have been prior notice, so his arrival without any contact was sudden.
But the priests soon understood.
The current Grand Pontiff was someone who had lost his family to the Beakin people because he was born with the Consecrated Bloodline.
Naturally, his desire for revenge would be considerable.
There was no way he wouldn’t attend the event of violating the Princess.
“Hand the Princess over to His Holiness.”
High Priest Lekia said.
The woman writhing her hips and moaning on the floor was utterly lascivious.
Lekia, who had grabbed and lifted her by the hair, pressed Delonas’s face against his waist.
“…….”
Clearly, the ones half-intoxicated by the dream were these priests and Lekia, yet a stimulation so strong it was causing a reaction even in him was being transmitted through her.
The woman, who had reached her climax, trembling as if all strength had left her body—he forcibly and roughly grabbed her hair and lifted her up.
“Let’s do the rest inside. I don’t have a hobby of doing it on the street.”
He wanted to carry her in his arms, but this was the best option.
As he gritted his teeth and turned his body, the priests spoke.
“Then we’ll wrap things up appropriately here.”
“Clean up the Beakin bastards too.”
Then, Ian looked back at them.
And then he stopped them.
“Don’t kill them.”
At those words, even Lekia’s gaze, which seemed puzzled, pierced into him.
Therefore, he came up with a suitable reason.
“Didn’t the Princess want to save them?”
“She did move her hips trying to save them.”
Lekia responded.
Ian, who had almost unknowingly bitten the inside of his lip, barely managed to continue speaking naturally.
“Then, shouldn’t we give them the hope that if she moves her hips for me, she can save them? Wouldn’t that make it easier to toy with them more?”
At that, Lekia’s eyes widened.
Then he nodded and gestured to the priests.
“We shall obey His Holiness’s will.”
A satisfied smile hung on Lekia’s lips.
***
Delonas opened her eyes.
Her whole body felt as if it had utterly melted, making even the effort to move difficult.
It felt as if something had completely scrambled her mind.
Yesterday, what had happened……?
Being dragged along by the people…….
Her dazed mind couldn’t recall what had occurred.
But there was no time to dwell on those memories.
“…is coming in soon, so prepare.”
“But was he originally scheduled to come?”
It was because she could hear people’s voices.
“Huh?”
A startled Delonas forgot the fatigue and muscle pain in her body and sat up.
—Rustle.
Something closer to a thin, sheer white silk cloth than a blanket, one that was half-transparent, had been barely covering her body and now slipped down.
Eek! A small sound almost burst out before she barely swallowed it back.
She hastily covered her body with the white cloth.
The bed she was lying on was in the center of the hall.
And around it, as if roping off a displayed object in an exhibition, a rope was strung.
Whether it was to forbid approach or to demand attention, the rope was utterly garish.
Just as a sense of humiliation made her face burn hot…
“Come this way, Your Imperial Highness the Crown Prince.”
The hall’s large door creaked open, and people entered through the gap.
Following the guidance of High Priest Lekia, dressed in white, were men in black uniforms entering behind him.
Leading them was the Crown Prince Aldenas of the Archion Empire, whom she had once seen at a Continental Peace Conference.
“……!”
Their eyes met in an instant.
The last Continental Peace Conference had been a few years prior.
It was a time when Beakin was evaluated to be ahead of Archion, so the situation was inevitably different from now.
Back then, the Emperor of Beakin, Delonas’s father, unlike his predecessors, had not taken actions intended to humiliate Archion, but…
‘What’s wrong with licking a shoe?’
…that wasn’t the case among the nobility, she had heard.
She remembered it becoming a topic of discussion—a Beakin noble who had ordered an Archion noble who accidentally spilled a drink to personally clean his shoe.
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