Departure

A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy. Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it-The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm. "M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save...ah, mm...!" "That's why.. I told you.. to wait.. till I returned." But the Raphlet that appeared in her dreams showed nothing but passion and lust. Prophetic dreams. The ability that was like a stigma drove Yuriel towards an unknown future. All I want is to be next to you.

Not my Story. Not my translation.