Stigma Effect

beating so fast that the blood vessels passing through her neck, temples, and thin skin were pounding, and then she got up.

Since there was no way the High Priest could tell the story she heard from the Madam to Helio or Shudmuel, it would be fine….
Wait, Shudmuel… !

Just when she stood up with her shoulders against the wall, she saw Raphlet’s door open.
Raphlet’s face hardened as he left the door.

He harshly opened the door and came out to find Yuriel leaning against the wall.

His hardened face softened for a moment, then cooled again.
Raphlet saw Yuriel holding her body and opened his mouth.

“I was worried because I couldn’t find you in the room.
Where have you been?”

“… The Madam called.
I just went to talk for a while.”

Raphlet approached, grabbed Yuriel’s arm and raised his eyebrows.

Yuriel felt the need to tell Raphlet what the Grand Duchess had told him, but she could hardly speak.
A brief answer to his question was all Yuriel could do now.

The moment she woke up, the thoughts that passed through her burned Yuriel’s insides.

Shudmuel knows it.
Shudmuel is the illegitimate son of the High Priest… !

The person closest to the High Priest was Shudmuel.

Shudmuel seemed to have contempt for the High Priest, but the High Priest did not.
Even if they had only met once, Yuriel noticed that the High Priest had affection for Shudmuel.

If it were the High Priest, he seemed to have given Shudmuel the information he knew.

It would be, if not immediately.

The Grand Duchess said that she did not believe in God, and she showed no deep interest in prophecy.
She ridiculed those who believed in prophecies and was superstitious about the existence of the saint.

Even if she knew all the information, to the Grand Duchess, things about saints and prophecies were not worth considering.

It doesn’t matter if the Madam finds out about it.
When she finds out Yuriel was the saint, she’ll try to kill her….
However, Shudmuel….

If it was Shudmuel, he would try to use Raphlet the same way he used Yuriel.
He was a terrorist hiding in Albraka.

Knowing that Raphlet wasn’t the saint, he would be the one who would try to destroy the core that Raphlet had also implanted in.

“Yuriel, can’t you walk? Let me know if you have any discomfort.
Did Mother ever ask you a strange question or things?”

Raphlet asked while holding Yuriel’s arm.
It seemed that he was worried about Yuriel’s condition, who could not take a single step.

Yuriel tried not to show her anxiety and forcibly adjusted her expression.
After biting hard on the inside of her cheek, she was able to answer in a plausible voice.

She needs to make up her mind and find a way to keep Raphlet from being found out that he’s not the saint.

“No, what Madam said was that I should be comfortable here.”

Raphlet looked carefully at Yuriel’s body, as if he did not believe her.
It was evident that he also did not have much faith in the Grand Duchess.

His gaze was keen to see if the Grand Duchess had done any harm to Yuriel.

“Mother is very interested in your pregnancy.
If she asks for something strange….”

“It’s not really like that, but my back hurts.
Lord Raphlet, I have a bruise here.”

Yuriel raised her jacket and said so.
Raphlet stopped talking when he saw the bruised waist on.
Raphlet let out a low sigh as he saw the traces of him gripping her tightly with his fingers still remain.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“I said it could be dangerous, but you did too much.”

Yuriel pouted her lips.

Looking back on their affair that time, there were many dangerous moments.
Forcibly grabbing her waist and forcefully inserting himself.

“Never do that again, okay?”

“… I’m sorry.”

Raphlet blurted his words vaguely.
Not giving a clear answer made her think that he would demand a stronger affair again.

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As Yuriel thought, Raphlet had a rough s*x with her that night.

When having s*x with him, there was no room to delve into thoughts about prophecy, Shudmuel and the Grand Duchess, and monsters.

Although she wanted to have a conversation with him about monsters, it was difficult for her to get a chance to talk with Raphlet.
He seemed reluctant to talk to Yuriel.

A few days passed and the news that this year’s subjugation was over, but Raphlet did not return to Albraka.

“Lord Raphlet, I think it would be better for you to go back to Albraka.”

Yuriel’s uneasy comments were not accepted.
The Grand Ducal couple revealed their greed for Yuriel’s pregnancy, and Raphlet acted as if he had no regrets for Albraka.

Yuriel, who was watching him, dried up inside.

The sensitive daily life, as if walking on thin ice, continued.

When she realized that the child’s time seemed to have moved again, Yuriel heard the news that Albraka’s pursuit team had arrived at the Mogris estate.