From the Tip of the Tongue of the Lowliest Maid - Chapter 165

This work contains scenes of sadistic coercion and hardcore depictions of BDSM. Reader discretion is advised.

Two days later.

Arzeletta was walking down the corridor of the Lord’s castle again.

It was deep into the night. A large silver tray, as always, was in Arzeletta’s hands.

The night of the Lord’s castle, the darkness that had settled in this corridor, felt strangely familiar again.

Even though she had believed she would never return to this place.

“……”

Arzeletta suppressed her breath inside the veil.

It was the Rosenburg Lord’s castle, where a strict silence always hung and there was no unnecessary noise, but today’s tranquility was even heavier.

Was it because of the ominous thing that had happened to the Lord, who was the pillar and the fortress of the domain itself? The already gloomy castle was filled with an even colder atmosphere.

She was following Carmen. Just as she always had when heading to Ragnar’s bedchamber.

Arzeletta always kept her eyes slightly downcast, so all she could see was the hem of the dark violet priestly robe. Carmen’s body was so huge that it was usually difficult for Arzeletta to see his face unless she deliberately raised her head.

“I have something to say to the Lord, Chief Priest.”

Arzeletta recalled the night she had visited the great temple two days ago. To Carmen, whom she had met there, Arzeletta had pleaded desperately.

“It’s an urgent matter. It’s an important matter.”

“The Lord is resting. Not now.”

“I have committed a sin that cannot be forgiven. He must know. To save the Lord…”

Arzeletta’s eyes were filled with tears again.

“There’s not much time left…”

Carmen’s cold eyes looked at Arzeletta’s tears. They were strange eyes. A gaze as if he were looking at some tool or object, not a human being.

But Arzeletta stubbornly stood her ground on her trembling legs. She could not back down now, even in the face of Carmen’s gaze, which she had always feared.

Because there was something she absolutely had to do.

“……”

Arzeletta, who had endured Carmen’s gaze looking down at her silently, suddenly thought that this man was truly strange.

Carmen had not asked her anything.

He had always been like that, and he was the same at this very moment.

Carmen was the one who had directly guided Arzeletta to the Lord’s bedchamber. He must have known what sins she had committed in Ragnar’s bed. Nevertheless, he had never looked at her with suspicious or sinister eyes for a single moment. He had neither questioned her nor given her any instructions.

Even when she said she wanted to confess her sins. Even though he would have expected that it was a story related to Ragnar, whom he served so devoutly.

It was as if he was not curious about what she had to say, as if it was not important.

No, if not that…

“Not today.”

“……”

“Go back. I will call for you again.”

It was as if he knew what she was going to talk about…

‘……!’

Arzeletta flinched at the thought she had come up with herself, and her shoulders hunched.

…There’s no way.

She shook her head at her own foolish thought that had come to her for a moment.

There was no way. If he knew anything, he would not be able to treat her with such an unconcerned look in his eyes.

The chief priest’s influence was as strong as the Lord’s. If the Lord was a king in this great land, he was the chancellor.

If Carmen had the mind to, killing and getting rid of her would not be difficult at all.

But Carmen had never once threatened her.

And today, in Carmen’s name, Arzeletta was summoned to the Lord’s castle.

The tray Arzeletta held had the silver tableware that Ragnar normally used for rituals, but the silver tableware was now empty.

Today’s sacrifice was not a dead animal.

What she had to offer today was her own sin.

Arzeletta’s green eyes looked at Carmen’s back. She could not read anything from the back of the chief priest who still did not ask her anything.

After she confessed her sin today, perhaps… perhaps she would not be able to see the sunlight again.

“……”

Maybe that was why. She had spoken to Carmen without realizing it. It was something the usual Arzeletta would never have done.

“Chief Priest.”

At Arzeletta’s sweet call, Carmen stopped walking.

He turned around. His snake-like eyes were cold even through the veil.

“I have a question.”

“……”

“What exactly is the ‘holy meeting prayer’?”

Arzeletta asked what she had been curious about all along. It was something Ragnar had not told her.

Carmen wrinkled his eyes slightly as if surprised, but as he always did, he did not ask anything in return.

He turned his gaze forward. He continued on his way and answered as if talking to himself.

“It is a prayer that only a very few who have reached the highest level of divine power can perform. It passes the fear and pain that the saints experienced at the moment of martyrdom through the body of the one who is praying.”