Even if it was said that the holy selection was held in the nearest cathedral, it was still a couple of days worth on a rickety carriage such as theirs.

The children got to enjoy the joy of camping in a society where the mere fact you were out at night entails danger, how wonderful.

In truth, not many would attack a bunch of penniless children, protected by the Church no less, but still, if something happened, there was nothing a single coachman could do to stop it, especially if he had to protect ten children on his own.

Hell, the ten children themselves could overpower him with their numbers.

Because of this, after shooing all of the children out of the carriage as it would serve as his lodging for the night, the grumpy middle aged coachman left the children to their own devices.

Apparently, many had been instructed by their patrons or already knew how to setup a camp, as many makeshift tents erected from the ground.

Raphael was the same, using his raincoat and walking stick to use as the essentials of his tent, even having the spare time to help the noble child clearly unaccustomed to manual labor.

While going to sleep, by the corner of his eye he caught a pair of children hurriedly going inside the same tent.

Unfortunately, the next day, it became all too clear what happened the night before.

John and Beatrice were unusually friendly and ignored most of what was happening around them.

Well, it was particularly bad for Raphael himself who not only was sandwiched between the two chirping lovebirds, but got to see the new markings all over Beatrice's body, a sign of vigorous lovemaking. Especially those thighs. Oh that mark, so near!

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But Raphael was a man, ahem, a child of action, so he didn't despair but instead immediately knew what needed to be done.

The second night, the same scene as the one before happened.

Raphael helped the noble son and was then about to enter his tent.

That is, until he saw the couple enter their tent too.

It was time.

Time to act.

To show the world that Raphael was the Son of God, punishing evil and rewarding good!

That's right, Raphael didn't know what actual lovemaking was, he just knew that it was tied to the holy Confession and that it wasn't to be sullied by two children who played house imitating it outside ceremony.

That he wanted Beatrice to come begging him to please sacrifice himself to be the receptacle of her sins by means of Confession was another matter, a matter he would have already acted on the night before if he was weak willed and willing to sully a holy ceremony like John and Beatrice.

He came to the entrance of the pair's tent and swung his solid wood walking stick on the back John's head, making him collapse on top of a sprawled Beatrice.

Only now learning how the actual act of lovemaking was performed, he decided that John wasn't the only one responsible for the desacration.

After pushing aside the now unconscious body of the boy, Raphael violently penetrated Beatrice with the end of his walking stick, soliciting a loud pained cry not inferior to the ones she let out until now.

Confirming the punishment as just retribution, Raphael continued imitating the act with his walking stick, now perceiving a hint of pleasure amidst the pain of her cries.

Even if he had cleaned his walking stick to serve as a foundation of his tent, the pointed end of it had endured many walks and the wood was a bit chipped and flaky, so at first, the wood got tainted a crimson shade, and then after a while, a rivulet of blood started leaking out of Beatrice.

But as more and more wounds opened up and the pain supposedly increased, the girl's body convulsed more too.

In the end, her hips suddenly jerked upwards before finally collapsing, Beatrice too now motionless.

This series of events had surprised Raphael, but what was almost startling was who he found himself face to face to as he made to exit.

The coachman had supposedly been alerted by the abnormally loud cries of Beatrice.

Locking eyes with the coachman, what greeted him was a strange smile plastered on the man's face.

"Boy, you'll do great in the Church."

After a second or two, judgement finally came, and Raphael was prepared for the praise.

Indeed, Raphael knew it. He was doing God's work. The praise was as expected to him as the Sun raising in the morning.