The best way to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 258. One Small Wickedness

Slowly, the excessive priestess eliminated her masks. Plentiful blue hair cascaded down, and a stunningly good-looking, masculine face was uncovered. Smiling, Railin appeared down on the canteen of water Raphael had introduced.

“How merciless, to ask such a factor from a person struggling unrequited love,” Railin sighed.

It reminded him of the day he had realized of Annette’s being pregnant, and he pulled an amulet from his pocket, pouring the spring water into it. Amulets for secure childbirth have been nonsense, so it made no distinction how he did it.

However the Guild of Secrets and techniques was nonetheless working laborious on Annette’s behalf, to make an amulet to alleviate her husband’s anxiousness. It appeared his concern for Annette’s security, and his helplessness to guard her, was making the await her to ship an absolute torture.

Thus, Annette had made this request for Raphael. Having a aim would distract him from his anxiousness, and if a priest used the sacred water he collected for an amulet, then he would really feel certain that it could work.

And it had. On Raphael.

She is an clever girl.

A smile touched Railin’s lips as he recalled the thorough plan Annette had despatched him. As a lot because it pained him, he would fulfill his consumer’s request. Railin had poured all his efforts in making a formidable monster along with his magic.

It had not been straightforward to simulate the monster’s skills, or their power. If it have been too weak, Raphael wouldn’t worth the victory, or the amulet, because of this. There could be no sense of accomplishment.

It had taken lots of work to control that creature, and Raphael had nonetheless discovered a technique to destroy it.

Horrible man.

Railin took up the amulet. Mana from the spring had already soaked into it, emitting an exquisite glow, and Railin silently lifted it to his lips.

He couldn’t enable Annette to endure.

So he had positioned a little bit spell on the amulet. There wasn’t a lot he may do; he wasn’t actually a excessive priest. Nevertheless it was higher than nothing.

Gripping the amulet, he gave a decent smile. The thing glowed brighter than ever, and the possessive Raphael would by no means know that Annette wore Railin’s kiss about her neck.

It gave him a perverse satisfaction.

Hahahaha…

Absolutely one small wickedness might be excused.

Raphael had received the final word victory, in any case.