The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped

130 – 130. Illusion (2)

Mother’s enemy.

The source of destruction that will annihilate humanity.

Reduced to a subjugated slave, Belasiel tried to observe Edanant, seeking his weaknesses.

The chains of the demon’s oppression are absolute.

It would take hundreds of years for the absolute command granted by restraint to be lifted.

Yet Belasiel endured all kinds of harassment today, believing that one day, her mother would descend upon the earth and eradicate the heinous calamity of injustice.

“You look beautiful today as well.”

“Don’t tease me… My skin has become rough from staying up all night.”

“That can’t be true. To my eyes, you are always the beautiful princess.”

“Ugh!”

Edanant embraced her slender waist and whispered in her ear.

Ludmila’s face flushed at the sweetly penetrating low voice.

“I’m sorry, I should have gone to the sanctuary as well…”

“No, you’ve always helped me until now, haven’t you?”

They clasped their hands together.

The wedding rings adorning their ring fingers touched, creating a firm sensation.

Wedding rings.

As Ludmila gazed at the wedding ring that scattered a radiant glow, she felt once again the reality of her engagement to Edanant.

To think she would be bound to such a wonderful man.

With her face flushed red, Ludmila gazed at Edanant, a gentle smile gracing her lips. Despite the many ups and downs they had faced, she felt a sincere happiness in the fact that they had finally come together.

“Ludmila.”

“Ugh, it’s still broad daylight! I’m so embarrassed…!”

Edanant lowered his head, adopting a posture as if he would steal a kiss at any moment. In response, Ludmila playfully patted Edanant’s chest, as if to tease him.

There’s no beast like this.

In broad daylight, to engage in such a dense display of affection right in front of the entrance.

Belaciel found herself unable to distance herself from Edanant due to the constraints of servitude. Thus, she was forced to witness the embarrassing displays of affection every time she followed him, almost against her will.

“Indeed, you are a rogue who exploits the hearts of women. One day, you shall face divine retribution.”

“How bold for a slave to speak so freely to their master. Are you just going to ask for milk outright?”

At last, Ludmila returned to the imperial capital to ascertain the state of the kingdom. As Edanant turned his steps back into the mansion, he watched the princess soaring through the sky, her dragon wings fluttering.

1 PM.

Jebeline always read theological texts in the library every afternoon.

As Edanant passed through the corridor and entered the library, Belaciel followed him, pulling a snack cart with both hands.

“Just in time. I had a passage I wanted to read to Edan.”

“Oh really?”

“It’s a pious verse that advises against having relations with any woman other than your wife.”

“…….”

With a wry smile at the piercing teaching, Edanant lifted Jebeline into his arms and seated her on the sofa in the library. He then sat down beside her, pressing their bodies close together.

The library of the Hoenberk family was a secret place where a hero and a saint engaged in displays of affection.

As if to show him, Jebeline nestled into Edanant’s embrace, reading her book. Each time an important passage came up, she would inform Edanant in her delicate voice.

“I’m glad we got the wedding ring back.”

“Yes, it truly is fortunate.”

The girl with flowing silver hair glared sharply at the beautiful cherub dressed in maid’s attire.

A heavy sense of malice lingered.

At that, Belaciel flinched her shoulders.

Had they not restored the wedding ring to its original state, Jebeline would have completely erased the cherub, trapped in servitude, from the world. Yet, despite this, her resentment remained, revealing murderous intent every time she faced Belaciel.

“That was in the past. It’s time to let it go.”

“Ah!”

Edanant raised his hand and lightly tapped Jebeline’s forehead.

Jebeline pouted her lips, expressing her dissatisfaction.

‘His skill in manipulating women’s hearts is astonishingly adept. To wield both tyranny and famine…’

Though he appeared to be dragged around like a henpecked husband by Ludmila and Jebeline, the reality was quite the opposite. In fact, Edanant skillfully commanded both Ludmila and Jebeline with his eloquence and quick wit.

He saw Ludmila off at the western entrance.

Because the library, where Jebeline was, was located to the east.

He was more akin to a tamer handling wild beasts than a skilled rogue. The way he navigated both sides while minimizing friction was nothing short of remarkable.

“You turned the sanctuary into complete ashes, didn’t you? Now Edanant will be on the terrorist list. But don’t worry. My sister Mila and I will protect you until the end. You just have to live your life in a safe hideout, under our care. Hmph!”

“…….”

After spending time with Jeblinne in the library,

Edanant met Elizabeta, who was playing with the Ruinons in the playground as evening fell.

Looking at the former villainess who had become a nursery teacher, he couldn’t help but smile wryly, clearly taken aback. He accepted Elizabeta’s bold proposal to make him her pillar with a sense of goodwill.

“I still don’t know the outcome.”

“Do you really think the fanatics of the Holy Kingdom will just sit back and let Edanant be? Even if they squander all their national power, they’ll be grinding their teeth, vowing revenge.”

There was no room for rebuttal.

Elizabeta’s predictions would surely come to pass.

If the Baltaria Empire promised protection from his father and the Hoenberk family, becoming a ruined pillar wouldn’t be such a bad decision after all. He nodded, momentarily imagining himself being cared for by the beautiful princesses of the Empire.

“A pillar… Are you saying you’ll live your whole life unemployed, leeching off the women you love?”

“That’s a harsh way to put it. I’d prefer to call it cohabitation.”

Bellashiel reacted with disbelief.

And he felt a deep sense of contempt for himself for being defeated by such a wastrel.

‘Princess Elizabeta. Does that mean she’s the sister of tyranny? Unlike her sister, who has fallen into the role of a tyrant, she seems to be an ordinary human. No, wait! Her affinity for embracing divinity is abnormally high… Could it be that she’s on par with the Second Saint who betrayed her mother?’

She is the optimal vessel.

Boasting a perfect affinity as if born to accept divinity.

Both the Creator God and the God of Calamity could surely be embraced.

A faint trace of the Creator God’s divinity was sensed in Elizabeta. It must have been that she had been possessed by a divinity corresponding to the Creator God at some point. Bellashiel continued to watch Elizabeta with a gaze full of confusion.

“I heard the maids whispering. They say you’re Edanant’s concubine?”

“How rude! C-concubine?! Just imagining it is unpleasant! I’d rather die than become the concubine of such a damnable wastrel!!”

Elizabeta asked with a voice thick with suspicion and jealousy.

In response, Bellashiel showed an agitated reaction as if he were about to breathe fire.

“If you hate it that much, you’ll only get hurt.”

“Shut up!”

There was not a hint of positive emotion.

Only anger and contempt.

The unease expressed from hatred filled the air.

It seemed that the rumors were nothing more than the maids’ fabrications.

As Elizabeta faced Bellaïel’s sharp reaction, she let out a sigh of relief. If a woman with a body like a courtesan’s were to enter as a concubine, she would be at a disadvantage in the struggle for dominance.

“Ah, it seems you lack refinement. To speak to the imperial princess in such a manner… I’ll have to call for the head of the imperial guard. As a benevolent and merciful princess, I wouldn’t tolerate such impertinence… unless the lady in question had a wicked disposition, in which case she would be rebuffed.”

With a stern expression, the beautiful villainess belittled Bellaïel’s carefree demeanor, as if she were a maid in need of education.

Bellaïel, who had been criticized for her lack of refinement by a mere mortal, immediately reacted with a sharp retort.

“What, dare you…?”

“Endure.”

Edendant gripped her wrist menacingly, as if ready to unleash her fury at any moment.

The scene unfolded like a dance.

Or, perhaps, a Zero-T dance in a swimsuit.

Bellaïel, who was terrified of the cruel and ruthless Edendant’s commands, had no choice but to obey. If she refused, she would be subject to all manner of humiliating punishments.

The maid, who had become thoroughly entrenched in Edendant’s camp, bit her lip in frustration and endured.

* * *

The full moon rose high in the night sky.

Edendant took over the maid’s education, acting as the head of the imperial guard.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you, you wretch! In the name of the one god… I’ll kill you, and no one will be spared!”

The chain and leash.

And the hand grasping the leash.

The maid with the bright red hair, who had become like a pet, began to walk on all fours.

Her outfit was unchanged.

But as she walked, her skirt lifted, revealing her white thighs.

If the servants of the House of Hohenberg were to witness this lewd scene, all manner of scandalous rumors would spread. Edendant, who had incorporated Bellaïel into her new group, deliberately avoided busy areas.

“Ah, ah, ah…!!”

She bit her lip.

At the same time, she stretched out her hand and moved forward.

Her large breasts shook left and right.

And the scene unfolded, revealing her tantalizing buttocks.

Her body was too lewd to be contained.

In this situation, any action would only be perceived as a seductive ploy.

The maid, who had been transformed into a pet through Edendant’s machinations, walked around the courtyard, her eyes fixed on Edendant’s carefree figure. Bellaïel, who had witnessed this scene, seethed with resentment and nursed her desire for revenge.