Dear Eddert - Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Translator: effe
[ trigger warning: non-con ]
‘All I can do is heal the wounds of the body, and it is beyond my ability to hold onto the soul.’
Benedict didn’t open his mouth, but his voice could be heard clearly in Walter’s head. Everywhere Benedict’s lips kissed and passed, the wounds were getting a little blurry.
At that moment, Walter saw with his own eyes how great the healing power of the Pope can be. And he had to watch the woman he loved be in someone else’s arms.
Walter felt the pain of his body being torn to pieces.
‘With an injury like this, we have to face each other every day, but unfortunately I can’t be away for long.’
Because of that, he had to do everything possible to heal her wounds now. Benedict looked at Eden’s face and briefly closed his eyes. Fortunately, his memories of her a long time ago did not overlap with the present. If so, he would have hesitated.
Benedict’s hands grabbed her legs and spread them slowly. As he slowly raised his shiny upper body, the silvery white hair that had hung over Eden’s body was lifted and the wounds disappeared, revealing her smooth, bare body.
Breathing slowly, Benedict slipped his member into her as he leaned down. The moment they united, Benedict raised his head and groaned silently. It was the healer’s destiny to feel all the pain the wounded had to go through.
Eden’s motionless hand twitched slightly as Benedict began to move his waist. Walter saw as Eden’s heart emanated an overflowing blue light.
“Oh no. Don’t waste your energy.”
As Benedict clasped her chest in his hand, he let out a hoarse voice as he moved slowly back and forth inside her. His face, exposed through his silver hair, was tinged with a reddish light. Walter did his best not to keep his eyes on Eden, whose body joined another man.
“I have instilled my energy into your body. Infuse your energies little by little until she wakes up. How to do it is… Now that you see it with your own two eyes, I’m sure you know it well.”
Benedict licked the tips of her chest. It felt like something hot was exploding in Walter’s heart, but he managed to bear it. Benedict smiled with a sweaty face as he looked down at Walter who was still in pain.
“It seems that her soul is just as agitated as you.”
Her soul, which was fluttering without stopping, was growing wild. Through her soul expanding like flames that fluttered loudly, Benedict clearly realized how much she was tormented by this moment. She would rather die than live.
‘How interesting.’
Benedict became interested in her. Whenever he healed a wounded person, face to face, he would gain all the memories of the other person.
[ “I have no interest in the throne, Walter.” ]
Her voice, which didn’t contain a single hint of a lie, was filled with excitement that she couldn’t hide. The twinkling purple eyes closed with a smile.
[ “I will live like this, here with you, with the people I love. Here, Sernotti is my home.” ]
Calling this shabby place home, her heart was beating with warmth. Benedict couldn’t admit the fact.
The union between the two bodies grew stronger and more intense. Benedict was immersed in it so much that when he wiped his forehead down with his hand, sweat was forming, as if ceramic powder was on it. Traces of passion flowed from the place where they were joined.
[ “I love you, Walter. I love you.” ]
He could feel the fluttering soul finally slipping out of her body. At this rate, her soul could have escaped out of his reach. Benedict could not stop his movements, even though he knew that there were souls that could be forever separated from their bodies when tampering with the bodies of souls that refused to heal.
“Ah… you… why…?”
At the moment of her death, there was no accusation or resentment towards others in her head. There were only doubts.
Benedict moved his body more wildly. He injected an overflowing amount of divine energy into her body. But because she could not absorb the excessively flowing divine energy, her body flinched violently, yet Benedict did not stop peering into her memories.
All the Imperial family members he knew were selfish beings. Klawe’s blood, who took it for granted to sacrifice others for their own power, must have flowed in her veins.
Why on earth?
Why?
If she became Emperor, she could have changed Klawe’s blood-stained history. Benedict began to be genuinely angry that she had died in vain.
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