How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 258. One Small Wickedness
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
Slowly, the high priestess removed her mask. Abundant blue hair cascaded down, and a stunningly handsome, masculine face was exposed. Smiling, Railin looked down at the canteen of water Raphael had brought.
“How cruel, to ask such a thing from a man suffering unrequited love,” Railin sighed.
It reminded him of the day he had learned of Annette’s pregnancy, and he pulled an amulet from his pocket, pouring the spring water into it. Amulets for safe childbirth were nonsense, so it made no difference how he did it.
But the Guild of Secrets was still working hard on Annette’s behalf, to make an amulet to relieve her husband’s anxiety. It seemed his fear for Annette’s safety, and his helplessness to protect her, was making the wait for her to deliver an absolute torture.
Thus, Annette had made this request for Raphael. Having a goal would distract him from his anxiety, and if a priest used the sacred water he collected for an amulet, then he would feel sure that it would work.
And it had. On Raphael.
She is an intelligent woman.
A smile touched Railin’s lips as he recalled the thorough plan Annette had sent him. As much as it pained him, he would fulfill his client’s request. Railin had poured all his efforts in creating a formidable monster with his magic.
It had not been easy to simulate the monster’s abilities, or their strength. If it were too weak, Raphael would not value the victory, or the amulet, as a result. There would be no sense of accomplishment.
It had taken a lot of work to manipulate that creature, and Raphael had still found a way to destroy it.
Railin took up the amulet. Mana from the spring had already soaked into it, emitting a beautiful glow, and Railin silently lifted it to his lips.
He couldn’t allow Annette to suffer.
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So he had placed a little spell on the amulet. There wasn’t much he could do; he wasn’t really a high priest. But it was better than nothing.
Gripping the amulet, he gave a tight smile. The object glowed brighter than ever, and the possessive Raphael would never know that Annette wore Railin’s kiss about her neck.
It gave him a perverse satisfaction.
Surely one small wickedness could be excused.
Raphael had won the ultimate victory, after all.