I felt like I was lying on a cloud. In the end, I didn’t want to open my eyes because I thought I was dead.
“How come she doesn’t open her eyes?”
“This is a rebound for using too much divine power, so if she gets enough rest, she’ll be able to wake up slowly.”
” ‘She will’.”
“She can wake up!”
A strange but familiar voice was heard somewhere.
It was the Duke’s voice. I opened my eyes wide.
“She opened her eyes!”
My eyes meet the Duke’s eyes.
I definitely treated him, but there was another black thing tangled in his head. But it was less than before.
I slowly got up and bent my knees.
“I’ll treat you again.”
“You can’t use your divine power, Miss.”
“buth, thhe duwe hash a headache.” [But, the Duke has a headache.]
“That’s—”
It wasn’t the priest’s robe, but a person wearing a similar white robe looked at the Duke.
I approached the Duke on my knees and reached out to him.
“i’ww threath you. So pweashe give me your hand, duwe.” [I will treat you, so please give me your hand, Duke.]
The Duke only looked at me quietly and said nothing.
I became more anxious.
“i’m noth thired. I can do thhish!” [I’m not tired, I can do this!]
“….”
“Please save me… Please…”
I bowed my head, begging with both hands. The Duke, who was looking down at me quietly, opened his mouth.
“Promise me you won’t use your divine powers.”
“Yesh?” [Yes?]
“Hurry.”
If I don’t use my divine powers, I will lose my value—.
However, the Duke’s gaze was firm.
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Baby princess survival dairy
FantasyAbandoned by her parents at the age of two. She was given divine powers at the age of five. She was entrusted to a temple and the Duke who came to know about her, and dreamed of a reasonably hopeful life. But it wasn't enough for her to be mistreate...
