Chapter 1. Prologue
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Shed’s eyes stopped. That’s how it looked to Raha’s eyes. He didn’t even know that he was a part of the experiment until just a few days ago. Shed did not talk about any such excuses.
Although she didn’t expect it. That’s the reaction that matched Shed’s personality.
She liked his character of not making excuses. In fact, Raha liked many parts of Shed.
But what about Shed?
Raha had heard all about it from Paris. He said that Shed reacted coldly and did not take the medicine brought from the Holy Land. The reason was simple. Because it could cause minor burdens on Raha’s body, like a high fever. It was only for that reason.
Such a naive reaction. …….
Raha was strangely speechless to hear the story from Paris. Even though she knew she shouldn’t, even though she knew it well.
Raha looked away from Shed deliberately and coldly. Then she had a hunch. It’s time to take out the dagger she had prepared and walk through the courtyard on a winter’s day.
“I trusted you, but you didn’t.”
If she had to pick a day that put so much difficulty on her life, it would be today.
“You must have had fun sleeping with me. The dumb princess gave the bio-materials properly…..”
Raha’s words did not last. Her arms were gripped tightly in his hands. Raha looked up at Shed’s face in front of her. His scarred, faint eyes seemed to pierce her heart like a blade.
“Not like that.”
Shed’s voice flowed through clenched teeth. Raha slowly lowered her gaze, which had been staring into Shed’s eyes.
“Don’t you dare answer me.”
“You are a slave, Shed. You abominably have deceived your master.”
Shed’s hands trembled slightly. Raha fixed her gaze on his neck and continued.
“I trusted you.”
“It was not a lie when I said I wanted to go far away in the spring with you.”
“It was you who betrayed me, Shed.”
Shed’s eyes slowly scattered. The strength began to slowly slip from Shed’s hands, which had been gripping Raha’s arms tightly.
A strange sense of loss began to fill Raha’s chest. But that was all. She didn’t want to get into any other feelings or moods anymore. She sat up, untying the ribbon that bound her chest.
“I hear that only by drinking this will you achieve your goal quickly.”
Raha pointed with her chin at that medicine that Paris had left earlier. It was already cold as it had cooled.
“I don’t want to.”
“Because it’s hard on my body?”
“Why is that? What does it matter? You broke my trust without my permission.”
“What kind of a skit is it to stab a sword in my chest but cherish my fingertips?”
Raha lifted the medicine herself. It was a little too much for one hand to hold, and she poured it into the empty cup next to it. Holding the cup with the medicine, Raha approached Shed. Lifting his chin with one hand, she commanded coldly.
She held the cup over his mouth.
“You should be hurt fairly, Shed.”
The supple words were as cold as if his chest had been cut. Raha’s white finger grabbed Shed’s chin and pressed it.
The medicine flowed into the open mouth.
The cup eventually emptied.
Raha casually dropped the cup onto the carpet. Despite the medicine dribbling along his chin, Shed did not move. He just looked up at Raha with cracked eyes.
Raha took her eyes off Shed. The ribbon was completely undone. The untied dress slid down to the floor along Raha’s curves.
With only her underwear barely on her body, Raha sat on Shed’s thighs.
“Take it off.”
“You must have been sorry you couldn’t r*pe me. I’ll let you do it, so do it anytime.”
‘Don’t talk like that. I feel like someone is strangling me’. Shed couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not.
This cruelly beautiful master didn’t even undress him. She just got used to it and reached down to the front. Shed couldn’t push Raha’s hands out of the way to undo his clothes and grab his penis. It was only natural. Because his chest was still etched with the slave’s branding.
Was this such a miserable feeling? He could smell the burn from deep in his chest. The feelings of being trampled and decapitated rolled sloppily on the floor.
He finally opened his mouth and said whatever came into his head to stop her.
“You will suffer from a high fever.”
”It doesn’t matter. Shed. You still don’t understand, do you?”
Raha said as she slowly swept up and down Shed’s p*nis.
“I am going to harm myself through you.”
“You should at least help me with this. You’re a slave who betrayed me.”
Each word of the noble Princess pierced his heart like a dagger. Shed felt he had forgotten how to breathe.
Raha said no more.
She just sat in front of Shed’s p*nis. She nipped at the p*nis as best she could, even though she couldn’t push it all the way into her mouth. She licked Shed’s earlobe with the tip of her tongue and stimulated the column hard with both hands. The p*nis became hard. Raha, who had forcefully erected his p*nis, put it inside her body as it was.
* * *
The atmosphere in the Great Temple was different from before. The area had been independent and peaceful, but after being trampled by the Delo emperor, the atmosphere was sensitive.
In fact, Karzen left his own general staff and knights in the Holy Land under the guise of an embassy. The obvious purpose was surveillance. They monitored the High Priests and overturned one by one the huge temples located in the Holy Land.
Every day they treaded on thin ice.
High Priest Amar spoke quietly to the priest.
“Yes, Hugh Priest Amar.”
This was the priest who entered the Delo imperial palace with the responsibility of being a spy. He looked like he had been through a lot of hardship and his face was not very good. He looked very pale.
“The Princess didn’t say anything?”
“Yes, she did not say anything.”
“……Did the King know?”
“The Princess didn’t want to say anything to the King either.”
High Priest Amar also thought the Princess was right, rationally.
The king, the only surviving experiment, will suffer greatly if he has more feelings than trusting the Princess.
So Delo Princess made the right choice.
She made a reasonable choice.
Perhaps if it had been Princess Raha del Harsa who led the experiment instead of the temple, they would have been able to get the results much faster. For it was the imperial princess who could be so brutal in order to produce the results of the experiment.
High Priest Amar murmured as he thought of the imperial Princess with the eyes of the heir.
“Truly cruel….Poor thing.”
* * *
Jamela, Karzen’s fiancée, had been feeling strange lately.
Sitting at his desk, pen in hand, Raha slowly lifted her gaze. Jamela was horrified for a moment. There was something strangely doll-like about her, but since she was beautiful to begin with, there was an impression of a wax doll.
Now, however, she looked like a ghost that had escaped the sin of being able to do it without fail.
It’s only been a few days.
“Could it be that you caught a cold?”
“I think so. It seems that the Princess’s doctor is unreliable. Would you like to see the doctor at my house?”
Raha looked at Jamela, still motionless with the flag pen. Jamela was still smiling that warm, kind, depressing smile…..
She told Raha should see her family doctor.
It was funny. It was a belittling of the prestige of the Imperial doctor chosen by the Princess. Thinking a little further, it was also to say the Princess didn’t have an eye for people.
It was true even if Jamela worried about the Princess’s body. She was still competitive. But it was no big deal. Raha opened her mouth with a kind face and said.
“I’m fine. I’ve been so busy with work lately that I haven’t had time to see my doctor.”
“Well then…. Why don’t you leave it to me and go home early?”
Raha stood up, putting down the pen. With a more ghostly gait than usual, Raha left the office and returned to the outer court. She walked to the front of her bedroom and collapsed as she went.
* * *
Oliver’s expression was very serious as he was summoned urgently.
“Why did you faint? Why didn’t you call me right away?”
“I thought I overworked.”
“I think you should take some medicine. And I’m sorry, but I’d like to do a check up.”
Raha closed her tired eyes. Oliver seemed to have had some intuition as a “doctor” who was far from magic or divine power, in this case, he was the disciple of a wisest man. He thought Raha’s body condition was related to Shed.
“That ……. You will be fine when you are with him, so please stay with him as much as possible. …..”
Raha thought of what Paris said.
The Holy Land would have done its best to develop the drug to the best of its ability. So Raha was fine when she was with Shed, but the longer she was away from him, the more and more sleepy she felt. It was not good for her body either.
It was easy to guess the fact that perhaps the longer they were apart, the more that high fever Shed mentioned would strike Raha.
“Alright. Make the medicine.”
Oliver bowed his head and obeyed. This was not like the imperial Princess who, just the other day, had told him to take care the health of her slave.