Chapter 41
[I understand that intention well. It seems there will be a suitable meeting in the near future.]
Ian recalled the Crown Prince’s reply that had come back to a letter he sent not long ago.
When he was writing the letter, the moment he wrote the condition of ‘the Princess’s survival,’ Delonas had opened her eyes wide as if slightly surprised.
Even now, to her, he must still mean ‘enemy.’
But in truth, if I were to utter aloud that I want to save you, we would both be in danger.
Is it greedy to hope she won’t be hurt more deeply?
He closed his eyes.
For the upcoming ‘opportunity,’ it seems I must take Delonas with me.
Leaving her in the church as is is too dangerous.
“…….”
There was no sharp pain in his heart.
It was because he thought in a roundabout way.
The moment he resolved to take her, ‘to have her attend to him,’ the heart’s imprint did not consider it a betrayal of Lekia.
Maybe then, you too will be able to smile a little.
As he clutched his slightly aching heart and furrowed his brow, a voice that couldn’t possibly be welcome echoed from outside.
“Your Holiness, it is Lekia.”
***
A nightmarish time had passed.
No, it must have been a nightmare. In the dream, only things that should never have happened, happened.
I shouldn’t get used to that pleasure, no—it should be strange that it even feels like pleasure.
But my body reacted first.
‘What do you want, Princess?’
‘More…… please……!’
And so, in front of Lekia, who ceaselessly stimulated me, I eventually swayed my hips like a beast.
But.
‘Please, more…….’
I could feel my lower part twitching and craving.
I wanted something large to fill me completely. No, beyond that, I wanted something so large it felt like it would tear me, to roughly thrust into my lower part.
It didn’t matter if it was a person’s or something else.
‘……!’
‘You must clearly state what you want.’
But the High Priest, though seeming to know what she wanted, ultimately never thrust it inside her.
What happened after was a blank.
But one thing was clear: it felt as if, several times, I had been broken just like last night.
My body trembled. But even so, when the imitation tool that had finally breached my lower part began roughly thrusting inside.
‘Hhuaang!’
I let out a satisfied moan.
I couldn’t believe that was me.
It’s a dream, just a bad dream.
As she thought this, she gradually awoke from sleep.
And the first thing she heard was…
“…I see. Heh heh.”
It was the voice of High Priest Lekia, the one she had heard in that terrible dream.
Delonas barely suppressed a flinch.
“It is by the grace of Ephina’s divine protection.”
The Pope’s voice was heard.
All the figures from her dream were right beside her.
Was it perhaps not a dream after all?
Then, did I truly act like that somewhere that wasn’t even a dream…?
Her lips trembled.
Then, the fabric covering her body shifted.
It wasn’t a rough movement.
It was a slow, yet definite motion, as if a snake were slithering in smoothly.
That cold, damp hand touched the inside of her thigh.
“…!”
The hand touching that heated place spread a uniquely chilling sensation.
But it seemed she mustn’t be discovered to be awake.
Therefore, she barely managed to maintain an even breath.
She thought she knew the owner of the hand without looking.
Because it was the hand she had felt countless times yesterday.
It was Lekia.
Were the Pope and Lekia having a conversation…?
She tried desperately to detach her nerves from the sensations below and strained her ears to listen to their dialogue.
“However, while I am not unaware of Your Holiness’s disposition, there are complaints that you are being too gentle with this filthy creature,”
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