The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 565

Chapter 565: No More Than A Puppet (III)

Without another word, the Grand Duke knelt on the rug and bowed his head.

The Saintess stepped behind him, gripping the whip with both hands.

Crack!

The loud sound echoed through the room.

Primrose flinched, thinking that the Saintess had just whipped the Grand Duke. But a second later, she realized the whip had never touched him. Instead, it struck the Saintess across her own back.

A thin line of blood instantly soaked into the white fabric of her robe.

Primrose’s eyes widened in horror because she had never expected the Saintess to whip herself like this.

Although the Saintess didn’t show even the slightest change in her expression, Primrose could still feel the burning pain spreading across her back.

It was so painful that she wanted to cry, but she couldn’t.

In the end, she wasn’t in control of this body, so she could only watch and endure every pain.

The pain tortured her so much, especially since she had never experienced violence like this before. Even when her father was angry, the most he had ever done was give her a light smack.

Meanwhile, the Grand Duke slowly closed his eyes and let out a long, relieved breath.

"May my sins be washed away," he murmured.

As he began his confession, the Saintess raised the whip once again and struck her own back.

Her body trembled from the pain, but she didn’t make a sound.

Not long afterward, a warm golden light began to spread across the wound, healing the torn flesh as though nothing had happened.

At that moment, Primrose finally understood that the Saintess possessed a healing ability. A gift that everyone believed had been given to her by the Gods.

Because of that blessing, people believed she should use her own body to bear pain in place of sinners, as if her suffering could wash away their sins.

However, only high-ranking nobles were allowed to receive a private cleansing from the Saintess.

It was treated like an exclusive privilege, as though her pain was a luxury that only people of their status deserved.

For the Saintess to accept such a cruel duty without even resisting, the Cardinal must have indoctrinated her mind over and over again since she was young.

Or perhaps, he had already broken every piece of her spirit until she no longer believed her life belonged to herself.

Until the only purpose she could see was to become a puppet for the so-called Gods.

Her hope had probably been shattered the day the Cardinal beheaded Zarius in front of her and taught her that if she ever tried to resist or run away, others would have to pay for her sins.

Not long after, The Grand Duke finished his confession with a long sigh, as though a heavy weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders.

The Saintess slowly lowered the whip. "If that is all, Your Grace—"

"No." He slowly stood up and smiled at her. "You still remember the final step, don’t you?"

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