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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Her mother’s enemy.
The source of destruction that would bring about humanity’s end.
Bellatiel, reduced to a slave, observed Edanant, searching for a weakness.
The Subjugation Chain was absolute.
It would take centuries for the Innocent Calamity’s binding to weaken.
But Bellatiel endured the daily indignities, believing that one day, her mother would descend and annihilate the wicked Innocent Calamity.
“You look beautiful today, as always.”
“D-Don’t tease me… I haven’t slept in days, my skin is a mess.”
“Impossible. You are always beautiful in my eyes, Your Highness.”
“Oh…!”
Edanant whispered in her ear as he embraced her slender waist.
Ludmilla’s face flushed at his sweet nothings.
“I apologize. I should have gone to the Sanctuary with you.”
“Don’t worry. You’ve always helped me, Ludmilla.”
They clasped hands, their fingers intertwined.
The wedding rings on their ring fingers brushed against each other.
The wedding ring.
Ludmilla gazed at the radiant ring, a renewed sense of their engagement washing over her.
To be betrothed to such a remarkable man…
A blissful smile touched Ludmilla’s lips as she gazed at Edanant. Despite the trials and tribulations they had faced, they were finally together. A sense of profound happiness filled her heart.
“Ludmilla.”
“Oh! Not in broad daylight! It’s embarrassing…!”
Edanant leaned in, as if about to steal a kiss. Ludmilla playfully pushed against his chest, a coy smile on her face.
He was incorrigible.
Such blatant displays of affection in the middle of the day, right in front of the entrance hall…
Bellatiel, bound by the Subjugation Chain, couldn’t stray far from Edanant. Therefore, she was forced to witness their embarrassing public displays of affection whenever she followed him.
“You’re truly a master manipulator of women’s hearts. You’ll face divine retribution one day.”
“A slave shouldn’t talk back to her master. Or do you want me to ask for milk again?”
Ludmilla eventually returned to the Imperial Capital to check on the situation in the Holy Kingdom. Edanant watched her depart, her dragon wings propelling her through the sky, and turned back towards the mansion.
1 PM.
Zebeline always read theological texts in the library in the afternoon.
Edanant walked through the hallway and entered the library. Bellatiel, pulling a tea cart laden with snacks, followed him.
“You’re just in time. There was a passage I wanted to read to you, Edan.”
“Oh?”
“It’s a pious verse about abstaining from adultery.”
“…”
Edanant chuckled at the pointed remark and lifted Zebeline into his arms, carrying her to the sofa in the library. He sat down beside her, their bodies close.
The Hohenberc library had become their secret rendezvous point.
As if to prove this, Zebeline snuggled into his arms like a squirrel and continued reading. She read aloud the important passages, her voice soft and clear.
“I’m glad you were able to recover the wedding ring.”
“Yes, I am too.”
The silver-haired saintess shot a sharp glare at the beautiful seraph dressed in a maid uniform.
A palpable sense of hostility emanated from her.
Bellatiel shuddered under the weight of her gaze.
If Edanant hadn’t been able to restore the wedding ring, Zebeline would have likely obliterated the seraph. Despite having her precious ring back, Zebeline still harbored resentment, her hostility evident whenever she looked at Bellatiel.
“It’s over now. Let it go.”
“Ow!”
Edanant lightly flicked Zebeline’s forehead.
She pouted, a look of annoyance on her face.
‘He’s remarkably skilled at manipulating women’s hearts. To have both Tyranny and Famine wrapped around his finger…’
Bellatiel observed the scene. Though he appeared to be at their mercy, Edanant was actually the one in control. He skillfully managed both Ludmilla and Zebeline, minimizing conflict while maintaining his relationships with both women. His ability to juggle both sides was almost awe-inspiring.
He saw Ludmilla off at the west entrance.
He then made his way to the library, located in the east wing, where Zebeline awaited.
More than a skilled womanizer, he resembled a beast tamer, expertly handling dangerous predators.
“I heard you turned the Sanctuary into a complete wasteland. Now Edanant’s name will be added to the terrorist list. But don’t worry, Mila and I will protect you. You can just live in a safe house, under our care. Mmm-hmm!”
“…”
After spending time with Zebeline in the library, Edanant joined Elizabetta, who was playing with the Luinongs in the playground.
He gave a wry smile, watching the villainess who had become a daycare teacher. He graciously accepted Elizabetta’s bold proposal to become her kept man.
“The outcome is still uncertain.”
“Do you really think the Holy Kingdom fanatics will just let this go? They’ll gnash their teeth and vow revenge, even if it means bankrupting their nation.”
He couldn’t argue with that.
Elizabetta’s prediction was likely accurate.
If the Valtarian Empire and the Hohenberc family were to offer him protection, becoming a kept man wouldn’t be such a bad option. He briefly imagined a life of leisure, cared for by the Empire’s beautiful princesses, and nodded.
“A kept man… Living a life of leisure, relying entirely on women? Is that your ambition?”
“It’s more like… symbiosis.”
Bellatiel looked at him, aghast.
And she felt a surge of self-loathing, humiliated by the fact that she had been defeated by such a freeloader.
‘Princess Elizabetta. So she is the younger sister of Tyranny? Unlike her sister, who has become an Apostle of Tyranny, she’s an ordinary human. No, wait! Her affinity for divinity is abnormally high… Could she be as compatible as the Second Saintess, who betrayed the Earth Mother?!’
An optimal vessel.
Her affinity for divine power was perfect.
She could accept both Creator Gods and Disaster Gods.
A faint divine aura, belonging to a Creator God, emanated from Elizabetta. A Creator God must have possessed her at some point. Bellatiel, intrigued, continued to observe Elizabetta.
“I heard the maids gossiping. They were saying you’re Edanant’s mistress.”
Elizabetta asked, her voice laced with suspicion and jealousy.
“How dare they! A mistress?! The very thought is an insult! I’d rather die than be that philanderer’s mistress!!”
Bellatiel’s indignant outburst made the room tremble.
“Don’t take it to heart. It’s just a rumor.”
“Shut up!”
There wasn’t a shred of affection in her voice.
Only fury and humiliation.
Contempt and disgust.
It seemed the maids’ gossip was nothing more than idle chatter.
Elizabetta, relieved by Bellatiel’s vehement denial, inwardly sighed. If a woman with such a voluptuous figure were to become Edanant’s mistress, it would put her at a significant disadvantage in the competition for his affections.
“You seem to lack proper etiquette. Such impertinence towards the Empire’s Princess… I should summon the head maid. It’s only because I am a kind and benevolent princess that I’m letting this slide. If it were a guest with a less forgiving nature, your behavior would have been considered a grave insult.”
The beautiful villainess, wearing a stern expression, admonished Bellatiel for her disrespectful behavior. As the future mistress of House Hohenberc, she felt responsible for educating the household staff.
Bellatiel bristled at being reprimanded by a mere human.
“How dare a human…!”
“Patience.”
Edanant clenched his fist, a clear threat.
He was ready to tug on the Subjugation Chain at any moment.
Forced intimacy.
Or a lewd Zero Two dance in a swimsuit.
Bellatiel, terrified of the philanderer’s potential commands, had no choice but to obey. If she defied him, he would undoubtedly subject her to further humiliation.
Completely subservient, the Archangel gritted her teeth and endured.
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Late at night, under the light of the full moon,
Edanant took over the head maid’s duties and began Bellatiel’s “re-education.”
“Kgh…! I’ll kill you! I swear, in the name of the One True God… I will kill you!”
The chain attached to her choker.
And the hand that tugged on it.
The orange-haired Archangel crawled on all fours, like a pet taken for a walk.
Her attire was unchanged.
But with each step, her skirt rode up, exposing her smooth, white thighs.
If the Hohenberc household staff were to witness this lewd display, scandalous rumors would surely spread. Considerate of Bellatiel’s reputation (…), Edanant chose secluded paths for their “walk.”
“Ugh! Nngh…!”
She bit her lip, suppressing a moan.
She crawled forward, her arms outstretched.
Her ample breasts swayed.
And her shapely buttocks jiggled enticingly.
Her voluptuous figure made it impossible to conceal the suggestive nature of her movements.
Every action, every gesture, seemed like a deliberate attempt to seduce him.
The Archangel, reduced to a crawling pet, traversed the Hohenberc mansion. Bellatiel, her eyes fixated on Edanant’s nonchalant demeanor, gritted her teeth, her heart burning with a thirst for revenge.
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