Forsaken Princess’s Secret Bedroom 143
The Forsaken Princess’s Secret Bedroom chapter 143

trap for you
A white pillar of light descended into the Brygent Palace. The night was as bright as the day. People stared blankly at the sky.
It was like a divine punishment. People murmured and looked at it.
What the hell is going on?
They looked back and forth alternately, with puzzled expressions.
Behind the citizens, outside the gates, numerous soldiers were besieging the walls of the capital. At their vanguard was Tristan Jayad.
Didn’t that knight go to stop the Peta Kingdom?
Didn’t you go there in the first place?
The red-eyed man stared at the royal palace for a long time beyond the wall.
“Did it finally go as planned?”
He looked at the ray of light with unknown eyes.
Now, the divine punishment was coming down. The red eyes stared at the light for a long time, then said to the knights under his command.
“The princess who had been detained by an evil person made a request for life in person.”
“… … .”
“Knights, pick up your sword and sacrifice the red life you received from the princess as it is!”
When Tristan raised his sword and shouted, the knights responded.
Standing troops in the capital who faced them were devoured by Tristan’s appearance.
There was a lot going on in the current capital of Brygent.
Bastian was not the son of the previous king, and according to his will, he declared that he would marry Llewelyn. Some newspapers were sharply pointing out that Llewelyn had been forcibly abducted and that Bastian was ineligible to ascend the throne.
However, the newspaper building collapsed shortly thereafter. Also, some of the nobles who claimed that Bastian had no orthodox heir to the throne were killed.
Because of this, the nobles had no choice but to hold their breath quietly.
Even the citizens of the author’s street were taken away every time they said anything that criticized the king and could not come back.
Brygent’s capital, which was a lively city, became lively with people in black armor or robes wandering around.
Meanwhile, Tristan Jayad arrived.
“If any of you are righteous, open the gates! I do not want to behead those who are standing here for the sake of the country.”
Tristan exclaimed.
They looked at each other at Tristan Jayad’s words. Then the Black Knights appeared.
“Kill it.”
A bloody white was visible inside the helmet.
“If you don’t come forward, I will kill you first.”
The gleaming eyes were full of life. One of the soldiers trembled as he looked at Tristan’s army and said.
“But, by what means… … . So many soldiers… … .”
Tristan suddenly recovered while heading to Peta Kingdom. What the hell had happened, they had no idea.
The man in black armor stretched out his hand. I wondered if a gloomy spell was about to take place, and a cat-like beast appeared outside the walls, where Tristan Jayad was standing.
As soon as the beast appeared, it leaped into the air and swung its sharp claws at Tristan.
Tristan took a big leap backwards, dodging her feet.
He swung it so hard that with that single gesture, the wind blew.
“Are you ready to fight now?”
The soldiers were terrified and screamed at the laughter of the Black Knight.
Masurai,
My God, whose side are they on? The morale of the soldiers reached the lowest point.
The black knights standing on the wall summoned one or two beasts.
A massacre will soon take place outside the walls. Those who foresaw it closed their eyes tightly.
At that moment, a white halo appeared in the distance. People turned their attention there. Upon closer inspection, it was not a white light, but people in white robes and armor.
“Wait, it’s the Paladins!”
The cry caused agitation among the Black Knights. Could Pope Ernel be busy fighting his opponents right now?
“I’m running to the gates!”
A soldier looked through a telescope and shouted. Confusion spread among the soldiers. If he went on like this, he was going to be framed for being on the side of the beast.
While the Black Knights were agitated, some soldiers ran to the gates. At the same time, the gates opened.
*
“Aaaaaaaaah!”
Bastian screamed from the bedroom filled with the Holy Ghost. There was blood on his face.
Looking at it, Llewelyn got out of bed and straightened out her messy clothes. A white light came down and enveloped Bastian.
“Yes, how are you!”
“Are you curious?”
At Llewelyn’s gesture, a priest in white appeared.
Ernel, a room full of holy energy, said with a smile while stroking the body of the Holy Ghost.
Bastian opened his mouth in surprise.
“It’s been a while, Dad. No, which one do you want?”
Ernell crossed her arms and tilted her head in thought. At that moment, Llewelyn looked at Bastian and opened her mouth.
“At first, when I doubted my brother… … It was at the time of my pregnancy allegations.”
It was then that Llewelyn intuitively realized. This is to estrange the differences between Almondite and Tristan. Wouldn’t their relationship be the worst just by making them aware of the conflict factor of ‘child’?
Indeed it was. Tristan and Almondite didn’t get along just that alone.
“He was forced to give me a drug that made me nauseous.”
Therefore, even if Joanna took the medicine, Llewelyn’s vomiting did not stop. It was because the pills that stopped the morning sickness did not work even after taking the pills for nausea.
From then on, Llewelyn began to doubt Bastian. Could it be that he too was ruled by power? Do you not want to lose what you have?
Llewelyn, who had longed for the throne, was quiet for Bastian.
For this reason, Llewelyn kept a secret along with Ernel, who found out about it.
He also instructed Almondite and Tristan to disguise their discord.
Bastian’s ambiguous attitude became alert. Llewelyn continued to observe Bastian closely.
He was close to Tristan for some reason. He also urged Tristan to be wary of Almondite and covet Llewelyn.
Up to this point, Bastian for Llewelyn was not a black screen that casts the curse of stigma, but was just a quiet silence with unknown meaning.
Because of that, Llewelyn lowered herself.
Then one day, Ernell found a magic orb hidden in Llewelyn’s bedroom. It was a device that sent out what was happening in the bedroom.
Llewelyn thought it was Pamela’s fault. It was because Pamela made a deal with the Warlock. But… … The results that Ernel brought were brutal.
‘Llewelyn, I thought my father would have done that, but… … .’
‘… … .’
‘Your Majesty’s room has a mirror reflecting Llewelyn’s bedroom.’
‘… … .’
‘Then you mean you’ve seen everything about me?’
‘Given the magical power that resides in it, it must have been created at least a few years ago.’
Llewelyn bit her lip and Ernel continued.
‘To give you my consolation, the power of Asmodeus’s stigma was interfering, so I wouldn’t have been able to see properly. Since the amount of mana is still full and there are no traces of filling it up, it must have been almost unused.’
‘… … Why is it my brother?’
Ernel said to Llewelyn, who was confused.
‘Hey, isn’t it because I’m in love with you in a dirty way?’
‘Is your brother me? That person is obviously… … .’
‘Didn’t you know long ago that there wasn’t even a drop of blood?’
‘However… … .’
‘Then why could you have saved your life?’
Llewelyn, confused by Ernel’s words, continued to throw subtle remarks to Bastian.
Seeing that brightly happy figure, Llewelyn was shocked. He didn’t consider himself his sister.
Would it have been better if it had been static? If so, you could coolly remove it.
Llewelyn was still with Bastian for a long time. Sometimes, the bright smile on her delicate face was pathetic, but she didn’t hate it.
He wanted to despise him when he saw his warm expression on his face, but he didn’t.
It was frustrating, but I didn’t hate it.
I knew the truth.
If it hadn’t been for Bastian’s help during those five years, Llewellyn would not have survived. And Llewelyn realized the secret.
Maybe, maybe… … .
Looking at Bastian tied up, Llewelyn said.
“Brother. My brother said he put that stigma on me to prevent me from going to the monastery, but… … .”
Tears were dripping down Llewelyn’s cheeks.
“Actually, on the one hand… … Did you have any other thoughts?”
Llewelyn gasped and looked straight into Bastian’s troubled eyes. Looking at the ‘real’ Bastian inside.
“Isn’t the reason you placed the devil’s curse on me to save my life?”
Asmodeus’s stigma saved Llewelyn’s life many times.
Although he was engulfed in the curse of lust, he absolutely defended himself against monsters and everything that harmed him. Llewellyn wondered why the curse of lust had ‘defense’ in it.
In the ancient books, Ernell saw the precedent of those who were under the curse of lust. They were not protected by stigma. It just became a horned beast by lusting for color.
But what about defense? The curse placed on Llewelyn was unusual. He protected Llewelyn while harming it.
In other words, the demon did not grant only one wish. Another wish of Bastian who had cursed was also granted.
Tears welled up in Bastian’s eyes. Llewelyn also looked at him with tears in her eyes.
“Ernel figured it out.”
“… … .”
“It means that the evil beast is inside your brother.”
Ernel frequently invaded the palace and investigated various things. And he realized one thing.
The fragment of the soul planted by the Pope is also here… … . He was so careful that he didn’t even realize he was going to and from the royal palace.
One day, Ernel looked at Llewelyn and saw Bastian with a distorted smile from afar.
It was then that I felt something unfamiliar and uncomfortable. his father’s aura.
Come to think of it, Bastian had stayed in Sungguk when he was young.
What if the evil pope planted something in Bastian? There were too many heart attacks.
However, in general, when a soul fragment is implanted in a person, it is identified with the original soul.
Bastian, who had the Pope’s soul, had to be removed. Because of this, Ernell told Llewelyn to kill Bastian.
‘I can’t kill you.’
But Llewelyn coldly dismissed it. The evil heart of the Pope and the good heart of Bastian coexisted.
When Llewelyn was trapped in darkness, how would she kill the only person who reached out her hand?
“You should thank Llewelyn, Bastian.”
Ernel reached out and burst into a white light. The white light that had gathered in his hand penetrated Bastian.
“Because Llewelyn wanted to save you so much.”
Ernel didn’t like Bastian either. Even though he was ruled by the Pope’s soul, his actions were driven by his impulses and darkness.
He knew the dark passion all too well, so Ernel was wary of him.
People couldn’t go to places like Bastian’s bedroom or audience. If Ernell proceeded with one method, Llewelyn had to risk everything.
So Llewelyn ordered her bedroom to be carved with the symbol of the Holy Ghost.
At first, Ernel engraved the pattern little by little. However, as Llewelyn discovered the secret passage, priests came into her bedroom and began to fill her with holy energy little by little. So, people murmured that men were coming and going in the princess’s bedroom. Llewelyn did not stop the rumors.
After such a long time, the trap was completed
If Bastian’s doctor and the Pope’s doctor are in conflict, the soul will be slightly separated.
And the circle of the Holy Ghost served to fix it.
She had to drag Bastian into her bedroom. So that the Pope’s doctor and Bastian’s doctor can confront each other.
Llewelyn decided to trust Bastian, who had not touched her even though he was stigmatized by lust. And it was successful.
Bastian wanted Llewelyn, but he didn’t want her to suffer. Seeing the Holy Ghost’s law circle activated, Llewelyn made a decision.
Bastian must live unconditionally.
Ernel stood next to Llewelyn, she said.
“I heard something happened to Seongguk, how did you come back so quickly?”
“Oh, is it? I told the warlocks under my command to make a fuss. What kind of secret conversation did the princess have with the prince of Peta Kingdom?”
When he pointed it out with a fresh face, Llewelyn smirked. Ernel seemed to have noticed it all.
Llewelyn never knew and was not just a victim.
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The Forsaken Princess’s Secret Bedroom chapter 143

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