Eaten By The Tyrant I Raised

The examination atop the tower was conducted through a simple procedure.

It was a gathering of those who claimed to be the owners of the divine beasts and the temple people before the examination took place.

Once the meeting with the temple people concluded, the examination on the tower would commence and come to an end.

During the gathering with the temple people, the powerful magicians were seated in the front, allowing them to observe the owner of the divine beast closely.

It was only natural that those who were closer to the gods could be near the owner of the divine beast.

“Are you feeling quite tense?”

Lorna, who was on the verge of the tower examination, was inside a room.

She did not have much desire to go outside since only the magicians would pass by.

Lorna turned her head as she heard a faint knocking on the door.

“Nabel.”

She nodded as if signalling him to come in.

Only then did Nabel step into the room.

“The examination won’t be difficult.”

Lorna’s hands felt cold, perhaps due to her nervousness.
Nabel gently held her cold hand against his chest.

Lorna did not reject his touch.

As their hands made contact, a few strands of Lorna’s thoughts flowed into Nabel’s mind.

She was certainly feeling tense.

“There are many magicians, and it seems to be bothering you.”

Nabel, who lightly read her mind, smiled.

“Don’t be too nervous.
Just show them your presence.”

Indeed, the procedure was simple.

It was only the act of leaping down from above that was frightening.

Kyaang!

The divine beast Belle gently pressed its face against her face.
As if to reassure her.

Its fluffy tail swayed back and forth several times in front of her eyes before snuggly curling up into her embrace.

“If you feel too anxious, shall I help you a little?”

Lorna, who had been silent, turned to Nabel.
Lorna couldn’t hide her worried expression.

Although she kept thinking she shouldn’t be concerned, the sound of the bracelet shaking echoed in her mind.

Swish.

Whenever the Countess’s bracelet shook, magic would always come flying towards her.

The sound of the bracelet lingered in her memory more vividly than the magic crashing against the wall.

“Come in.”

“Nabel spoke suddenly, awakening Lorna from her reverie.
Peeking through the crack, it was Lynn who revealed her face, holding a garment in her hand.

She nodded slightly at Lorna, as if showing her support, then curtsied and left the room once again.

Nabel, who had received the clothes from Lynn, unfolded them before her.

It was a crimson cape that caught her eye.
The vibrant red complemented Lorna’s dark pink hair beautifully.
The hem of the cape was adorned with intricate gold embroidery.

It seemed ill-suited for the modest attire Lorna was accustomed to wearing indoors.

“Just a moment, please.”

With that, Nabel went to the dressing room and swiftly returned.

One could hardly fathom how someone who had only ever received clothes from the market or been on the battlefield could possess such skill in selecting a dress.

Lorna’s eyes widened as she beheld the pristine white dress.

It was not a flowing gown with trailing hemlines.
It descended only to the knees, allowing for ample mobility.

“Just like this, no need to be anxious.”

Nabel handed her the dress with a slight gesture.
As she accepted it, he trailed his hand behind her back and lightly kissed her cheek.

“A greeting for your safety, and a wish for your well-being.”

His words elicited a ticklish laugh from Lorna.

She seemed to relax a bit.

However, soon a faint blush coloured her cheeks as she felt the buttons on her back being undone.

“Nabel.”

“Hush, I’ll assist you.”

It was a wistful smile.

At that moment, she understood why the maids were dismissed.

Nabel unbuttoned her dress, and his hands moved forward, gently adjusting her slightly loosened shoulders.

“Like this, you’ll wear it, right?”

Nabel chuckled.

His hand grazed her waist.

The garment he dressed her in was a far cry from the simple attire Lorna usually wore.

Jewelled embellishments dangled delicately from the pristine white fabric.

“How do you know so well how to wear a dress?”

It was Lorna’s innocent curiosity.
Nabel laughed.

“I may not be accustomed to dresses, but I have some knowledge.”

A low voice brushed against Lorna’s ear.

“You’re familiar with this, aren’t you?”

“Nabel!”

The person spoke calmly, as if the words rushing to their face didn’t bother them at all.

Leaning in, they rested their face on Lorna’s shoulder and embraced her from behind.
Their hands, touching Lorna from the front, moved to dress her.

“Starting from here, it would be best to tidy up.”

Whispering softly,Nabel lowered their hand.
They pulled the dress down again.

Snap.

The sound of light fabric cascading down resonated throughout the room.
Lorna, dressed in a chemise, appeared in the mirror.
And behind her, with a hint of a pleased smile, stood Nabel, tilting their golden blond hair to the side.

Nabel’s lips met her round shoulder, while the chemise was gently pulled down.
And then, the only thing left exposed was her undergarments.

Nabel tidied up the slightly dishevelled lingerie line and held Lorna’s round breasts in their hands.

“Ah.”

Lorna flinched, and Nabel let out a soft laugh.
Their mischievous fingertips grazed past her nipples.

“Hmm.”

Her legs twitched slightly.
As if it were a coincidence,Nabel’s hand, once again brushing against her chest, arranged her undergarments.
They then lifted the chemise, which had fallen just above her waist, and kissed her back.

“Look at that.”

Nabel reached out and pointed at the mirror.
The white dress they had chosen had a slightly thicker fabric, making it impossible to see through.
However, it was different in the chemise.

“Unbelievable.”

Lorna covered her face with both hands.
The marks of the night’s lovemaking were vividly visible all over her body.
She had never seen her body directly, as the maids would cover her up.
So she hadn’t realized it would be to this extent.
But now, in the mirror, the blushing marks were clearly evident.

From her neck to her toes, there was no place untouched by love.

“It seems, my lady, that this area was slightly neglected.”

Nabel’s gaze fixated on one spot within the mirror.
It was Lorna’s left hip.
Unlike the slightly more marked right side, this area had fewer traces.

Nabel knelt down, resting on one knee, and lightly tugged at the hem of the chemise.