My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 80
After hearing those words, Regina belatedly recalled a fact.
Unlike dealing with common monsters, which anyone could handle without major issues, confronting a devilkin of the higher order required the power of the temple. Specifically, one needed to receive post-processing rituals from a priest.
Without divine power, anyone who killed a devilkin would be corroded by demonic poison. If not cleansed by a priest, the overwhelming pain would drive them mad.
It’s no wonder that paladins are considered the most powerful against devilkins. They are immune to demonic corruption and thus do not require cleansing rituals like regular knights do.
Regina, both in her past and now, had no ties to divine power, so naturally, she needed to be purified by a priest.
‘But why does this feel so awkward?’
Guided by a servant to a bedroom, Regina sat on the bed, waiting for the priest as she fidgeted with her feet. She had been assigned a bedroom because a meeting with the Crown Prince was scheduled for the next day.
Whether this was a courtesy to save her the trouble of leaving and returning, or a way to ensure she couldn’t escape by confining her overnight, would become clear tomorrow.
‘I feel a bit queasy…’
Had she ever been this nervous before a purification ritual in her days as Yekarna? She couldn’t quite remember. It’s not as if she had a vivid recollection of every minor detail from her past lives.
Still, this felt unusually alien, almost as if it was her first time undergoing a purification ritual.
‘And it feels like a fever is rising.’
When she touched her forehead, she noticed her temperature seemed slightly elevated.
Is this what happens when one suffers from demonic poison? Her consciousness was getting fuzzy, and her body felt hotter. Inappropriately enough, a certain desire began to emerge subtly.
Realizing her hand was drifting towards her legs, she quickly composed herself.
‘Is this se*ual frustration?’
Better wait until after the priest has visited. It would be problematic if the priest arrived mid-way through her touching it.
While she was reminding herself of this, the servant announced the priest’s arrival. The priest, who looked quite experienced, announced in a slightly tense voice,
“We shall proceed with the purification ritual.”
The priest, with a solemn attitude, began to pray, tracing a holy symbol on his chest. A mystical and sacred white light emanated from his clasped hands, pouring over her like a waterfall of light.
It was a magnificent sight that seemed to purify evil just by witnessing it. Yet, inexplicably, Regina felt no change.
Typically, one would expect a sensation associated with ‘purification’—as if one’s physical impurities were being cleansed, feeling refreshed and relieved. But she felt none of that and began to rationalize, ‘Well, as long as it works, that’s enough.’
“Why isn’t it working?”
The priest’s bewildered muttering reached her ears. She had been feeling no effect, but actually there really had been no effect.
Regina offered some consolation to the pale and distressed priest.
“It’s your first actual attempt, so maybe it’s normal for it not to work.”
“What do you mean! Purification rituals are the very basics. Frankly, what use is a priest who can’t purify demonic poison in times when devilkins are emerging?”
The priest’s sharp retort caught Regina off guard, impressing her with his level of self-awareness. Just then, footsteps sounded.
Turning her head to identify the intruder, her eyes widened.
“How…?”
Before she could finish, the priest, deeply focused on the ritual, staggered as he was struck precisely at a vital point on his neck. He collapsed before even a groan could escape his lips.
Bliss, who had knocked the priest unconscious and then casually left him outside the room before returning, left Regina dumbfounded.
“What are you doing?”
“It was a waste of time anyway. The priest’s purification ritual doesn’t work on you.”
Bliss’s indifferent response made her eyes widen. How did he know something she had only just realized herself?
His expression turned mysterious as he peered deeply into her questioning eyes.
“Seems you’ve really forgotten, then…”
In the next moment, he pushed her onto the bed and positioned himself above her.
“You’ve also forgotten how you used to rid yourself of demonic poison, My Majesty.”
Caught off guard by this unexpected jest, Regina furrowed her brows and looked up at him. Even amidst the chaos, his appearance was inadvertently admirable. While much had changed about Skyler, his remarkable features remained constant.
However, the situation was far too grave to be swayed by mere looks.
Pinned to the bed, her back against the sheets, she was physically blocked by his body above and his arms at either side, her legs trapped between his knees.
There was no escape.
Just as she opened her mouth to tell him to move away, a sharp pain pierced through her abdomen. Even when she was accustomed to significant pain from her past lives, she couldn’t help but let out a low moan. Tears welling up involuntarily.
Bliss gently stroked the corner of her eye with his thumb and whispered.
“It seems the corruption is progressing.”
The look he gave her as his eyes glazed over her was a mix of pity, concern, anticipation, and sinister desire. Overwhelmed, Regina had no capacity left to be startled by the bizarre coexistence of these emotions.
Corruption? Was this pain due to demonic poison?
The warning pains were just the beginning, it seemed, as relentless agony struck her entire body.
She couldn’t even scream, gasping in agony as Bliss pulled her close, slipping his hand inside her top.
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