NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 130
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Mother’s enemy.
The source of destruction that will annihilate humanity.
Subjugated as a slave, Belashiel sought to capture Edanant’s weaknesses while observing him.
The chains of the Pressure Demon are absolute.
It would take hundreds of years for the absolute command authority granted by suppressive power to be released.
But Belashiel endured all forms of sexual harassment today, believing that her mother would descend upon the earth someday and eradicate the Disaster of Innocence.
“You’re beautiful today as well.”
“No, don’t tease me… My skin has become rough from the all-nighters.”
“That can’t be true. All I see is the beautiful Princess.”
“Ugh!”
Edanant wrapped his slender waist and whispered in her ear.
Belashiel’s face flushed as he sweetly invaded her space with his low voice.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve gone to the Holy Sanctuary too…”
“No, you’ve helped me every time until now.”
They clasped each other’s hands together, feeling the firm touch of the wedding ring on their ring fingers.
Wedding ring.
As she gazed at the sparkling wedding ring, Ludmilla was again reminded that she was engaged to Edanant.
How lucky she was to be with such an amazing man.
Ludmilla looked at Edanant with a flushed face, feeling sincere happiness at finally being together despite all the ups and downs they had faced.
“Ludmilla.”
“Ugh, it’s still broad daylight! I’m embarrassed…!”
Edanant bowed his head, taking a posture as if he were about to steal a kiss. In response, Ludmilla playfully patted his chest.
Such a beast!
To carry out such a passionate display right at the entrance in broad daylight.
Belashiel, constrained by her submissive power, could not stray far from Edanant. Thus, she had to unwillingly witness their embarrassing display of affection every time she followed him.
“Indeed, you’re a rogue who uses the hearts of girls. Someday, you’ll be punished by the heavens.”
“You, a mere slave, dare to speak to your master like that? Want me to straight-up ask for milk?”
Soon, Ludmilla returned to the Imperial City to confirm the movements of the Holy Kingdom. Watching the Princess soar through the skies like a dragon, Edanant turned towards the villa.
1 PM.
Zebeline always reads from the theological text in the library during the afternoon.
As Edanant passed through the hallway, Belashiel followed him, pulling along a snack cart with both hands.
“You arrived just in time. There was a verse I wanted to read to Edan.”
“Really?”
“It’s a pious verse that says not to consort with any woman other than your wife.”
“…….”
Edanant, chuckling at the cutting lesson that pierced through him, lifted Zebeline with both hands and seated her on the sofa provided in the library. Then, Edanant joined her, sitting closely.
The library of the Hohenberc Family was a secret place for the love affairs of a hero and a saintess.
Zebeline nestled into Edanant’s arms like a squirrel while reading, gracefully announcing the important passages in her refined voice.
“I’m glad to have gotten back the wedding ring.”
“Yes, it’s truly fortunate.”
The girl, with her flowing silver hair, glared at the beautiful Seraph in maid attire with piercing eyes.
Heavy killing intent was felt.
At that, Belashiel flinched.
If she hadn’t been able to restore the wedding ring, Zebeline would have completely erased the saintess captured by bondage from this world. Yet, even so, the killing intent surfaced every time she faced Belashiel.
“Let bygones be bygones.”
“Ugh!”
Edanant struck Zebeline’s forehead with the edge of his hand.
Then Zebeline pouted her lips, expressing her displeasure.
‘His ability to toy with female hearts is surprisingly skilled. To command tyranny and famine as well…’
Though he appeared to be led around like a henpecked man by Ludmilla and Zebeline, the reality was the opposite. Rather, Edanant was expertly navigating both Ludmilla and Zebeline with his skilled tongue and wit.
He bid farewell to Ludmilla at the west entrance.
Since the library where Zebeline was located was in the east.
Closer to a tamer of beasts than a mere rogue. The elegance with which he managed to navigate both sides while minimizing friction was indeed remarkable.
“They say you’ve turned the Holy Sanctuary to ashes? Edanant will soon be on the terrorist list. But don’t worry. Mila and I will protect you until the end. Just live your life in safety in our care forever. Cough cough!”
“…….”
After spending time in the library with Zebeline,
Edanant found Elizaveta playing with the Luinongs in the playground as evening approached.
He gazed at the villainous princess, now turned nursery teacher, with a bemused smile. He graciously accepted Elizaveta’s audacious proposal to make him the pillar of the house, even now.
“I still don’t know the outcome.”
“Do you think the fanatics of the Holy Kingdom will just watch Edanant go unpunished? They’ll undoubtedly seek revenge even if it means exhausting their national strength.”
There was no refuting that.
Edanant’s situation was indeed destined to unfold as Elizaveta predicted.
If the Valtarian Empire promised protection from his father and the Hohenberc Family, then becoming the defeated pillar of the house wouldn’t be such a bad deal. Imagining himself being cared for by the empire’s beautiful princesses made him nod.
“Pillar of the house… so you intend to live your whole life without working while leeching off the women you love?”
“Now wait a minute. I prefer to call it cohabitation.”
Belashiel reacted in utter disbelief.
She spit out deep disdain at having been defeated by such a rogue.
‘Princess Elizaveta. So, you’re the younger sister of Tyranny? Unlike your elder sister, who has sunk into the embodiment of tyranny, you seem to be a regular human. Wait a minute! Her affinity for embracing divinity is abnormally high… Could she be at the level of the Second Saintess who betrayed Mother?’
The optimal vessel.
She possessed a perfect affinity as if she had been born to accept divine status.
Both the Creator Deity and the Disaster God could be embraced.
Belashiel sensed a faint but distinct divine status from Elizaveta. Surely, she must have been possessed by something pertaining to the Creator Deity in the past. Belashiel continued to watch Elizaveta with an expression full of confusion.
“I heard the maids whispering. They say you’re Edanant’s mistress?”
“How rude! A, mistress?! Just imagining it disgusts me! I’d rather die than become such a rogue’s mistress!!”
Elizaveta asked with a voice dripping with suspicion and jealousy.
In response, Belashiel exhibited a heated reaction as if she were about to breathe fire.
“Spewing such hatred will only hurt.”
“Shut up!”
There were no feelings of positivity to be found.
Only anger and disdain.
Full of loathsome apprehensions stemming from hatred.
It seemed to be just a baseless rumor conjured by the maids.
Facing Belashiel’s biting reaction, Elizaveta sighed with relief inwardly. If a woman with a lewd body like a succubus had come in as a mistress, it would have put her at a significant disadvantage in the competitive struggle.
“By the way, it seems you lack refinement. Speaking to the princess of the empire like that… I might have to call for the head maid. Good thing I’m a beautiful and compassionate princess… If it were a cruel-tempered noble guest, it would surely be seen as disrespectful.”
The beautiful villainous princess pointed out Belashiel’s brazen attitude with a stern expression, seemingly intent on educating the head maid on her lack of refinement.
Belashiel, criticized by a mere human of this world, immediately bristled.
“How dare a human…!”
“Calm down.”
Edanant grabbed her wrist in a threatening manner.
It was a gesture that indicated he could activate the chains of the Pressure Demon at any moment.
Coition.
Or perhaps a dance in swimsuits like Zero Two.
Belashiel, fearful of the dreadful commands that the cruel rogue might issue, had no option but to submit. If she refused, surely he would demand all manner of shameful favors from her.
Now thoroughly reduced to a submissive position, the saintess bit her lips in enduring silence.
*
In the late night under the full moon.
Edanant had taken on the responsibilities of disciplining the maids in place of the head maid.
“Ugh, I’ll kill you! In the name of the Creator Deity… I will surely kill you!”
The collar tethered by chains.
And the grip that pulled on the chains.
The Seraph with orange hair began to walk on all fours like a pet out for a stroll.
Her attire was the same as usual.
But with each step she took, her skirt would lift, fully revealing her pure white thighs.
If the servants of the Hohenberc Family witnessed the lewd spectacle of blatant training they were engaging in, all sorts of terrible rumors would surely spread. Edanant purposely chose to traverse only in less frequented areas, considering Belashiel, who had recently become a part of their ranks.
“Ugh! Ugh!!”
She bit her lips.
And at that moment, she stretched out her arms and moved forward.
Her large breasts swayed side to side.
And the sight of her voluptuous rear bouncing up and down was rather stunning.
The obscenity of her figure left no room to hide any of her shameful attributes.
In this situation, any action taken would merely appear as pleading for affection.
The saintess, now transformed into a pet through the maid’s influence, crawled across the stone floor while making her way around the Hohenberc Family’s villa. Witnessing Edanant strolling nonchalantly, Belashiel’s teeth ground together as her desire for vengeance grew stronger.