Chapter 34
V. The Room with the Mirror
Delonas’s “supplementary education” was not originally part of the plan.
However, as long as High Priest Lekia desired it, there was nothing within this temple that couldn’t be done. All the more so because Pope Ian, the only one who could oppose him, was in his grasp.
Thus, the moment Lekia made up his mind, Delonas was dragged before him again in an instant.
“This place…”
It was an unfamiliar basement room, but the mere presence of High Priest Lekia before her amplified Delonas’s anxiety.
The holy knights who had bound her to the bed left the room.
It had all happened in a flash.
Bound with her limbs spread wide, she panicked and looked around.
This was a different space from where she had suffered at the hands of the chief priest before.
The atmosphere was similar, but above all…
“I heard the last training session was ultimately a failure? That you were frustrated because you couldn’t sway your hips?”
Lekia clicked his tongue.
“My chief priest isn’t yet accustomed to training, you see. So I thought I should handle it personally. Moreover.”
He pulled away the cloth covering a nearby shelf.
“……!”
The moment she saw the objects inside, Delonas couldn’t bear to look and turned her head away.
Though it contained various items, the most eye-catching were unmistakably the embarrassing objects clearly modeled after male anatomy.
Noticing her gaze had lingered on them, Lekia let out a cold laugh.
“Already getting excited, I see?”
That couldn’t be. Delonas squeezed her eyes shut.
Lekia’s desire-filled eyes scanned her body.
“That attire isn’t suitable for training.”
What she was wearing was the maid’s dress, which, among the things she’d worn here, at least counted as normal clothing.
But as if displeased with it, Lekia raised his fingertip and drew it vertically down the front of her dress.
“……?”
She thought she saw a purple light from that fingertip.
But she had no time to dwell on it.
Rip-rip — her dress tore along the path of his finger with an ominous sound, leaving a ragged seam.
“Ah…!”
Her body was unharmed, but the dress fell open, perfectly exposing her curves.
If she moved any more, the fabric barely covering her chest might fall completely open, so Delonas froze.
“Do you know how holy water is made?”
He asked, reaching for a tool placed on a small dais.
Delonas was in no state to answer.
What is he going to do now?
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
But it felt strange—every time Lekia’s gaze touched her skin, her sensations grew peculiar. As if she were being tamed.
Even as she faintly guessed what might happen next.
No, perhaps because she guessed, that’s what it was.
“……!”
They were clearly terrifying thoughts.
Yet, feeling a dampness below, she desperately tried to press her legs together.
She even had the illusion of something thick and warm churning inside her, leaving her utterly bewildered.
―Rustle.
And with her movement, the garment that had been barely draped over her body slid to the side.
To be precise, it was a scrap of cloth that had once been a garment.
“Ah……!”
As Delonas flinched, Lekia laughed.
“Quite a problem if you fuss.”
He brought over a certain tool from the darkness.
What Delonas saw was a device often used by magic-medical practitioners to examine the interior of the v****a.
In short, a tool to spread the lower parts wide open.
“Holy water flows with a deeper concentration when His Holiness is in a good mood. But since the imperial princess arrived here, the concentration of the holy water has noticeably improved, hasn’t it?”
At his words, Delonas’s eyes widened.
Lekia, who seemed unconcerned by her reaction, continued.
“So, we thought His Holiness must be quite pleased. But lately, the concentration of the holy water has been thinning again. What do you suppose that means?”
He forced her legs apart.
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