Forsaken Princess’s Secret Bedroom 150
The Forsaken Princess’s Secret Bedroom chapter 150

I was already in love.
“I am already in love.”
He smiled brightly at Llewelyn’s words.
“You tried to save that person, knowing who the owner of the brand was, and you tried to protect him with gratitude.”
“… … .”
“Love and generosity are the things I love. With such bright and warm emotions, those who rise up over hardships are so proud and lovely. They are the ones who make life difficult.”
He smiled and said to Llewelyn.
“So, it will be a little easier now.”
Even though she knew she shouldn’t believe the words of someone she was seeing for the first time, Llewelyn was relieved involuntarily.
What if there was a true father? If there was a true mother, would she look at me with those eyes? With someone who didn’t know who it was, Llewelyn felt that her vigilance kept breaking down.
“Because I’m going to kill that stinky bastard.”
Then, he gritted his teeth and pointed his hand at a certain point. Someone was seen where nothing could be seen.
An old man with a thick white beard was lying on his back. The old man struggled to see Llewelyn, but could not get up.
“who… … ?”
“Who are you, you are not enough, you are a bastard who tried to absorb the power of God.”
The being grunted his teeth and said. It seemed like a lot had piled up.
“… Who is that person?”
Oh, please. Was it the beast who was the pope? He nodded as if reading Llewelyn’s thoughts.
The old man groaned, but a thorn vine came out and strangled him. The blue-faced man begged the being standing in front of him.
“My, please have mercy… … .”
“I told you that twisted things are cute, but messing up the world isn’t enough, you swallow me?”
“Hey, hey.”
The thorn vines sharply pierced him deeply. The pope let out a desperate scream, but the presence still harbored anger.
The gaze of the one who was kind to Llewelyn looking at the Pope was very bitter. It was literally a life that would tear people to shreds.
For some reason Llewelyn trembled with fear, and the being looked at her and smiled again.
“Hey, I was surprised. But rest assured. Because I love beings like you so much. Even the twisted feelings of that dead bastard.”
“… … .”
The being snapped a finger, revealing a lying Almondite. He had a pale face.
Why is Alman here? Llewelyn looked at his complexion and cried out in amazement.
“Alman!”
As Llewelyn approached, he stopped her. The being looked at Almondite and smiled.
“If it wasn’t for that guy, I would have been swallowed up, so I must repay you.”
He came to Llewelyn’s side, squatted down, and stroked Almondite, who was lying there. Then his hand fiddled with the holy sword filled with Almondite.
“You can tell me now.”
“… … .”
As the sword answered, it hummed and began to shine again. Llewelyn looked at it with a puzzled expression. Noticing Llewelyn’s gaze, he said kindly.
“I deliberately kept it silent, but I think there was a misunderstanding… … .”
Llewelyn tilted her head at the words that seemed a little shy. What exactly is this being that you pretended to know about the Holy Sword? Is it really possible to be a servant of the Holy Ghost?
“Now, take him out.”
“… … .”
“You and your lover must go their own way.”
When Llewelyn looked at him, he smiled mischievously instead of a bewitching one.
“The men around you must be a little sick.”
Somehow, he seemed to be moving away from that existence. Its existence became smaller and smaller.
“If you don’t want to miss them all, having them all around would be another fun thing. You can do that.”
And then the creature burst into laughter. Llewelyn looked at the man who kept moving away.
You mean that guy is really a stigma? Suddenly, I remembered what Ernel had said.
‘Asmodeus often appeared as a fusion of a female body and a male body.’
‘Things that appeal to you will grant any difficult wishes, but when you are angry, you act more cruelly than anyone else.’
‘The demon likes to be twisted and branded with lust. Do you know how many such references are in ancient texts?’
‘He is the most mischievous god.’
uh… … . no way?
But isn’t the Holy Sword made by the Holy Ghost? But why is the author talking about the Holy Sword? Then he smiled mischievously.
“Yeah, it’s all me.”
The existence of a mixture of a woman’s body and a man’s body, the Holy Ghost and the demon that people thought were also one body.
Looking at the existence of mixed good, evil and gender, Llewelyn smiled with gratitude.
‘You poor woman who doesn’t know love. I will make you known about love.’
Llewelyn realized that the voice she had heard at that time was similar to the voice of that being. I don’t know what attracted the demon’s interest.
However, the most precious thing was the man in his arms. Almondite was asleep with her eyes closed and a calm face.
Llewelyn looked at Almondite in her arms and smiled. He was more courageous than himself, and he clinged to Llewelyn even if he was prepared to crash and break. Once again, my heart was full.
I am now
I can love this person now.
The woman in love smiled brightly.
*
Llewelyn cautiously opened her eyes at the touch that was stroking her. what did you dream of… memory… …
it looks so clear
Llewelyn frowned and saw someone reaching out to her.
“Are you awake?”
“Ernel?”
“Yes.”
The blonde-haired man smiled brightly. Llewellyn was puzzled.
“Here… … .”
“It’s your bedroom.”
“Oh… … .”
It seemed like a very long time had passed. It felt like years had passed since I continued to look into the past of young Almondite.
“How long has it been since I fell asleep?”
When Llewelyn immediately stood up and asked, Ernell said with a smirk.
“It hasn’t been that long. It’s been a week.”
“Oh.”
Llewelyn was embarrassed. Ernel said looking down at Llewelyn.
“Llewellyn.”
“Yes?”
“Can I give you a hug?”
Llewelyn nodded, and his hand immediately grabbed her body. While holding Ernel’s arms, Llewelyn blinked.
“Hey, that’s good. God, thank you.”
“… … .”
“Thank you, God.”
She had never seen Ernel pray like that in her life. Hearing Ernel’s heartbeat, she calmed down.
Now that I look at it, I think I’m a little skinny… … . I cry a lot and cry a lot.
When the hug was over, Ernell looked at Llewelyn in disbelief.
“I hoped when the light from the holy sword lit up.”
“… … .”
“I didn’t know the Holy Ghost would have saved you.”
“Ah, that… … .”
Llewelyn smiled awkwardly at the strange existence. It’s true that you saved me… … . Could this be the culprit?
Unable to speak blasphemy before the Pope, Llewelyn kept her mouth shut. Then Llewelyn looked around.
“What about me, Alman?”
At Llewelyn’s question, Ernell put on a bitter expression.
Llewelyn looked around the room. But the room was clean and there was no almondite.
“I know we fell together when we fell… … .”
“You know he came.”
“Yes.”
What should I do with a woman who talks about other men in front of her? A shadow fell on Ernel’s face. However, Llewelyn interpreted the expression differently.
“no way… What’s going on?”
Llewelyn’s heart sank at Ernel’s dark face. Maybe something happened to him? No, wasn’t the dream she had a fantasy?
“Hey, Alman.”
“Llewellyn. Listen to me.”
The anxiety that engulfed her even deflected Ernel’s voice. She got down on the bed and ran out of the room.
“Wow, Princess!”
As I ran down the hallway, Rosalie smiled brightly, as if it were a pleasure.
“Alman, where is Alman?”
“Are you the Duke of Biserk? Well, as far as I know, in another room… … .”
“So where!”
Rosalie was startled by the call, and Llewelyn passed by Rosalie. Llewelyn almost bumped into Tristan, who was just walking by.
“Princess!”
“Kyung.”
Tristan looked at Llewelyn in disbelief. Llewelyn was happy that he was safe, but he couldn’t afford to talk to him now.
“Where are you going in such a hurry? Princess, even barefoot.”
Only then did Llewelyn find her form. It looked more loose. But more than that… …
“Alman, is Alman okay?”
At that, Tristan was silent for a moment. he said groaningly.
“It’s in a downstairs room.”
“thank you!”
“Princess, shoes… … .”
But Llewelyn was running too fast.
“Isn’t this the time to give up slowly?”
“… … .”
I heard Ernel’s voice following me. Tristan quietly stared at the side where Llewelyn had run.
As soon as he woke up, he knew for sure what Llewelyn’s heart was, who ran to Almondite.
Considering it was a brutal outcome, it wasn’t that cruel. It was as if he was just accepting the truth. perhaps… … .
I didn’t even know that from the beginning. When I saw her showing her feelings to Almondite with anger, that’s how.
Tristan said quietly.
“Should I thank the stigma?”
“What.”
“If not for the rest of my life… … .”
There’s no way his gaze could have turned to me.
Tristan quietly closed her eyes.
*
Why didn’t you tell me which one of the rooms downstairs was?
Llewellyn was slamming the door open in every room she could see. I wanted to see you soon, but I felt like my heart would burst because I couldn’t see it.
“Llewellyn?”
As Llewelyn was about to open the third room, the door of the next room opened and the man frowned.
Alman, it was Almondite!
He was acting fine. In comparison, Llewelyn’s attire was the worst.
“Llewellyn, what is it like now?”
It was Almondite whose dusty bare feet and disheveled appearance were more bothersome than the joy of Llewelyn’s survival.
But Llewelyn smiled brightly and went to Almondite and hugged him.
“Alman.”
he was unharmed nothing was lost. So Llewelyn smiled brighter than anyone else in the world.
The Forsaken Princess’s Secret Bedroom chapter 150

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