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In the middle of spring, the sponsorship night was held without fail. Notables of the social world were invited to raise funds, and those who had made significant donations in the past were invited to express gratitude.

Since Mishael took office as the cardinal of the Lycius cathedral, this event began to take on the character of Princess Daniella’s support group. The donations made that day were basically used for the church, but among them, donations in black bags were entrusted to Princess Daniella’s side in form.

The reason the people could accept this strange form of collusion between religion and politics was one and only. The existence of Cardinal Mishael.

The Marquis of Parma, which had insulted him, had been obliterated long ago. Now, members of the Lycius social world who only remember his honor and glory admired him for his beautiful, splendid, and mysterious image and eagerly participated in any event he officiated.

Even today, when the royal succession battle was at its peak, the supporters of the third princess openly consolidated their power for such an occasion.

So, today’s protagonist was no different than Mishael.

He did not want to leave Lionella alone, so he came up with a clever plan.

Taking Lionella to the service in disguise.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve attended a worship service and tried some banquet food that the nobles eat. Haven’t you found the temple meals not to your taste lately?”

“Is it okay for me to go…?”

“Haven’t you made full use of my abilities so far? I could preach while fondling your chest, and no one would know.”

“……”

Despite rolling her eyes at such a manipulative Mishael, Lionella couldn’t deny her fluttering heart.

The marquisate of Parma was not a devout family, so she neither wanted to attend the service nor missed the sponsorship night she had never been to. She was merely curious about a gathering of nobles.

Legally, Lionella was no longer a person in Lycius. That was the public perception as well. The last news was that she had been referred to a religious trial, so everyone thought she had been confined to a reformatory of the holy kingdom or a monastery in a remote mountainous area. But it was not possible to openly take her there, but wasn’t hypnotism using holy power his specialty? He planned to use that ability, which he had fully utilized even when interrogating Princess Daniella’s political enemies, on targeting the hundreds who would attend the event, to bring Lionella to a special service session and spend hours with her.

“Then, no one will recognize me.”

“Of course.”

Uh… Lionella hung her head.

Lionella herself had almost forgotten that she was a noble of Lycius for a long time. Then was she inherently Mishael’s bedroom slave from birth? To avoid firmly fixing on her identity, she barely managed not to forget only that she had abused Mishael in her childhood.

It wasn’t a nightmare, but she’s paying for the sins of her foolish childhood. For a long time, in a quite peculiar way.

Initially, it was terrifying to think that he might have been fantasizing about humiliating her since the days they lived together in the marquis’s mansion. And it would be a lie to say that there was no remaining contempt for him for tormenting her in all sorts of lewd ways while wearing the face of an ascetic cardinal.

Anyway, she felt quite relieved that no one would recognize her.

“However.”

Mishael spoke in a rather stern voice, not noticing the relief on Lionella’s face.

“You might try to escape here, or meet an old acquaintance and start talking nonsense. So there is something you must do before you go.”

“I won’t do such a thing. Besides, you said you’d hypnotize…”

“Considering you immediately thought of how to remove them when I changed your handcuffs, how can I trust you?”

“……”

“I am a lenient master unlike others… but I won’t take them back…”

He lowered his head enough for his forehead to touch Lionella’s while slightly tilting it so their noses crossed. The red pupils looking down at her from such a close distance that focusing was difficult shimmered ominously.

“I will never trust you for life.”

***

On the night of the fundraiser, at the cathedral.

A crowd regardless of status or faith gathered like clouds to attend the special service officiated by Cardinal Mishael. Since the main event ‘Sponsorship Night’ started at dusk, this year’s special service was conducted in the early afternoon to finish before that.

Normally, services at the cathedral are officiated by a cardinal, but this was Mishael’s first sermon since being promoted to cardinal, so all attendees were excitedly seated in the chapel.

“The Lord said, those who know sin are already saved, and those who do not know sin cannot escape the yoke of repentance. Herein lies Mysiel’s wisdom: given the opportunity, humans can always improve. Thus, he turned the wheel thirteen times and finally knew the Lord was right. The enlightenment we must gain here is that we must change for a better life; we can be reborn only by letting go.”

Although it was nothing more than reciting scriptures and adding a few words, everyone was captivated by his sermon. They were entranced by his appearance, his powerful holy power, his capability as a young cardinal, and his strict nature that gained fame through Princess Daniella’s iron fist… For various reasons, they accepted Mishael’s teachings and became eager for the essential innovation for progress he spoke of, namely Princess Daniella’s ascension to the throne.

“Let us pray.”

In the center of the chapel filled with rows of pews, a bit towards the front, Lionella sat at the edge of a chair, dressed like any other novitiate in a dark blue robe with her hood pulled over her head. As people clasped their hands and bowed their heads following Mishael’s words, she startled at the change around her and hastily bowed her head too.

Watching her shoulders tremble slightly, Mishael smiled a secret smile only he knew. It must be embarrassing for her; being conscious of others’ gazes as she was, to be acting out of place without fitting into the situation.

It’s been over a year since House Parma was sued and could no longer act as nobility. Pretending to be slow to learn in order to torment Mishael, Lionella, who had actually mastered all manners and common sense from a young age, was flustered and unable to follow the order of the ceremony. The lady of the marquis of Parma no longer existed, and only a naive woman remained, in which Mishael and his bedroom were her entire world.

‘……Crazy bastard. Psychopath. motherf*cker.’

It was true that Lionella felt ashamed. However, the reason was different from what Mishael had guessed. Following the crowd, she leaned her forehead on her hands gathered together, secretly breaking out in cold sweat.

Now she was wearing a chastity belt instead of underwear. The problem was not the chastity belt itself, but the artificial p*nis attached to it. A wooden pillar made with the same thickness as Mishael’s was inserted into her p*ssy, supported by a thin leather.

‘Does it make sense that the cardinal bastard has connections with the back alley guild? And that Black Wings or whatever takes on such requests?’

A small friction noise creaked between Lionella’s clenched teeth as she held back a moan. The artificial p*nis had no function, but its mere presence was stimulating. Sitting still, the inside of her v*gina felt pressed, causing a throbbing inside her belly button, and she could feel her vaginal opening fluttering because it couldn’t close due to what was held inside. Her inner walls, accustomed to the foreign, intruding presence, were already leaking sweet fluids.

‘……There’s a limit to not trusting people.’

She didn’t find it difficult just now. Lionella had walked up to the front of the chapel with Mishael as if she were an acolyte accompanying him because she had already inserted the artificial p*nis when leaving the residence. The chastity belt was made of thin and soft leather, and it also loosely covered her b*ttocks, so if it wasn’t tightened properly below, the weight of the wooden piece couldn’t be supported and would just slip down. Not only that. Every step she took moved the inserted object back and forth, stirring her inner walls. The tip of the artificial p*nis that had been pushed in by tightening her v*gina poked deeply here and there.

Eventually, the moisture seeping out from her inner walls couldn’t be absorbed by the chastity belt and started running down her thighs. Just the thought of drops of love juices falling down its trail was dizzying. She wanted to run away, but if she ran recklessly, the abomination below might just fall out, so she couldn’t even try.

So, Mishael thought she wouldn’t dare run away because of the anticipated shame, and he was right. No one knew she was Lionella Parma, so she had no honor to lose, but it was a matter of basic human shame.

‘I have no intention of pretending not to know even if someone I know sees me.’

It was true that she couldn’t be trusted. But wasn’t Mishael all she could rely on now? With nowhere to go, no castle, her family registry taken away, she had nowhere to lean on but Mishael’s arms.

‘……Only Mishael.’

She had despised and scorned Mishael so much. Yet, she had suffered all sorts of bizarre acts from him during this time.

Her situation had changed over the year, and her emotions had strangely shifted over the months, which felt new to her again.

‘I’ll have to beg to be let in as soon as the service is over. Whether it’s a banquet or whatever….’

The object inside her induced a subtle excitement, making it unbearable. Doing it five times when other people were coming and going in the office, maybe that would be overlooked?

Having been violated by Mishael and having her morals twisted by the heat pushed by the artificial p*nis, Lionella thought things she normally wouldn’t without any concern.

But then, the service unexpectedly dragged on. For some reason, a wind blew, and the cardinal decided to bless everyone who wanted it.

No one wanted to miss this opportunity. Most of those attending the service started lining up along the central aisle and around the walls of the chapel in a long line.

‘……What is this.’

For Lionella, who had only been waiting for the service to end, it was despairing. It became even harder to endure than she thought it would soon be resolved. Even if she would be punished later, she wanted to run away immediately, remove what was inside or deal with it herself somehow, just to relieve the itchiness rising like heat haze below her navel. With her current mindset, it wouldn’t matter if she ran in front of everyone and dropped the artificial p*nis or not.

But thinking that no one would leave their seat, all doors of the chapel were firmly closed. The only thing open was a side door behind the altar arranged for those blessed by the cardinal to leave through.

‘Is this on purpose……’

That crazy perverted bastard suddenly brought up this blessing nonsense just to torment her. Did he want to see me writhing? Anyway, because of hypnosis, no one would notice anyway. Maybe he’s hoping I’ll moan? What exactly is he dissatisfied with? Grinding her teeth inwardly, Lionella bowed her head deeply.