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Table of Contents

  • 1. Chapter 1. Kill The Empress
  • 2. Chapter 2. Tanatos’s Cripple Empress
  • 3. Chapter 3. She's Really Here
  • 4. Chapter 4. The Empress Is Going To Die
  • 5. Chapter 5. How Did This Happen?
  • 6. Chapter 6. Swallowing Eyes
  • 7. Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti
  • 8. Chapter 8. The Crying Sound
  • 9. Chapter 9. Are You Throwing Yourself Away?
  • 10. Chapter 10. Why Did This Woman...?
  • 11. Chapter 11. Then Bite If Off And Kill Me
  • 12. Chapter 12. Ability To Save
  • 13. Chapter 13. The Shadow She Left Behind
  • 14. Chapter 14. Into His Realm
  • 15. Chapter 15. Tamon's Purpose
  • 16. Chapter 16. This Damn Woman!
  • 17. Chapter 17. I've Never Hated You
  • 18. Chapter 18. How About Love?
  • 19. Chapter 19. A Night Walk
  • 20. Chapter 20. How Do You Want To Die
  • 21. Chapter 21. Ronasso's Anxiety
  • 22. Chapter 22. How To Let Go Of Sadness
  • 23. Chapter 23. Lersha Resha
  • 24. Chapter 24. It’s Not Ugly
  • 25. Chapter 25. Where Is The Empress's Treasure?
  • 26. Chapter 26. The Reason For Death
  • 27. Chapter 27. The Consolation Of The Unashamed
  • 28. Chapter 28. A New Name
  • 29. Chapter 29. A Small Change
  • 30. Chapter 30. Out Of Control
  • 31. Chapter 31. There's Always Trouble
  • 32. Chapter 32. Dazzling Silver Hair And Purple Crystal Eyes
  • 33. Chapter 33. My Silver Fox
  • 34. Chapter 34. Is It Okay To Eat This Poisonous Plant?
  • 35. Chapter 35. Don't Be Weak
  • 36. Chapter 36. Don’t Leave Me
  • 37. Chapter 37. An Unfamiliar Peace
  • 38. Chapter 38. Warmth Of The Palm
  • 39. Chapter 39. Give Me Your Right Foot
  • 40. Chapter 40. That’s Right
  • 41. Chapter 41. The Bride's Scream
  • 42. Chapter 42. You Are Like A Gift
  • 43. Chapter 43. Ensemble Drink
  • 44. Chapter 44. I Think It’s Her
  • 45. Chapter 45. Exactly One Month
  • 46. Chapter 46. I’m Disappointed
  • 47. Chapter 47. She Doesn’t Know
  • 48. Chapter 48. To The Lady Of The Pink Rose Forest
  • 49. Chapter 49. Red Stigma On The Chest
  • 50. Chapter 50. That Person Will Come
  • 51. Chapter 51. Smile Next Time
  • 52. Chapter 52. I’m The Owner Of That Leg
  • 53. Chapter 53. The Twins’ Dream
  • 54. Chapter 54. Karen Turasia
  • 55. Chapter 55. Red Passion In The Desert
  • 56. Chapter 56. Cassion Krasis
  • 57. Chapter 57. Brothers
  • 58. Chapter 58. He Did Not Know How To Be Patient
  • 59. Chapter 59. An Unpleasant Visitor
  • 60. Chapter 60. My Brother's Mistress
  • 61. Chapter 61. Tomorrow, Lunch, Together
  • 62. Chapter 62. Roselyn's Anger
  • 63. Chapter 63. Red-eyed Savior
  • 64. Chapter 64. He’s Back
  • 65. Chapter 65. Bloody Master
  • 66. Chapter 66. Welcome Back
  • 67. Chapter 67. I Missed You
  • 68. Chapter 68. Thank You For Staying Alive
  • 69. Chapter 69. It's All Coming Together
  • 70. Chapter 70. Hope That Shine At The End Of Despair
  • 71. Chapter 71. A Mean Woman
  • 72. Chapter 72. Ronasso's Adversity
  • 73. Chapter 73. Preparation To Go Out
  • 74. Chapter 74. Each Person's Heart Flows Differently
  • 75. Chapter 75. Smile, Rosie
  • 76. Chapter 76. Do You Want Me To Show You My Specialty?
  • 77. Chapter 77. Aim And Shoot
  • 78. Chapter 78. The Gap
  • 79. Chapter 79. Arrows That Burn Flesh
  • 80. Chapter 80. I’ll Bring You The Proof
  • 81. Chapter 81. Even If I Die Like This
  • 82. Chapter 82. The Reason She Was Confident In Winning
  • 83. Chapter 83. An Unexpected Guest
  • 84. Chapter 84. Love That Couldn't Overcome Hatred
  • 85. Chapter 85. Aranrosia
  • 86. Chapter 86. The Rightful Owner
  • 87. Chapter 87. Can I Trust You?
  • 88. Chapter 88. A Blind Man
  • 89. Chapter 89. The Wind Lantern Ceremony
  • 90. Chapter 90. If You're There, Come Out
  • 91. Chapter 91. Similar
  • 92. Chapter 92. Ignorance Is Bravery
  • 93. Chapter 93. I Can Tell You
  • 94. Chapter 94. Hartz’s Conditions
  • 95. Chapter 95. If You Kiss Me
  • 96. Chapter 96. Change
  • 97. Chapter 97. Anna
  • 98. Chapter 98. I’ll Have To Remove It
  • 99. Chapter 99. The Prophet's Gamble
  • 100. Chapter 100. Because He's So Good At It
  • 101. Chapter 101. A Mysterious Trend
  • 102. Chapter 102. The Conditions Of The Gift
  • 103. Chapter 103. The Tips Of His Ears
  • 104. Chapter 104. The Meaning Of Yellow Lily
  • 105. Chapter 105. God, Please Take Care Of Them
  • 106. Chapter 106. I'd Like To Meet Him
  • 107. Chapter 107. It’s Beautiful
  • 108. Chapter 108. What Do You Want Me To Do?
  • 109. Chapter 109. There's Only Two Of Us
  • 110. Chapter 110. Even If It Hurts A Little, It Will Last A Long Time
  • 111. Chapter 111. Does This Make Sense?
  • 112. Chapter 112. With Both Feet
  • 113. Chapter 113. Instinct
  • 114. Chapter 114. Did It Happen?
  • 115. Chapter 115. One Step, Two Steps
  • 116. Chapter 116. A Familiar Voice
  • 117. Chapter 117. I See The Glory Of Winter
  • 118. Chapter 118. That's Why It's Not Me
  • 119. Chapter 119. . It Was A Flash
  • 120. Chapter 120. When The Revenge Is Over
  • 121. Chapter 121. What Will He Get?
  • 122. Chapter 122. What Is Your Name?
  • 123. Chapter 123. Sweet
  • 124. Chapter 124. Black Canyon (1)
  • 125. Chapter 125. Black Canyon (2)
  • 126. Chapter 126. A Twisted Doubt
  • 127. Chapter 127. You Have To Save It
  • 128. Chapter 128. The Secret Of The Silver Horned Deer
  • 129. Chapter 129. His Sincerity
  • 130. Chapter 130. Into The Black Fog
  • 131. Chapter 131. Breaking In
  • 132. Chapter 132. Tell Me, Asha
  • 133. Chapter 133. Warmth
  • 134. Chapter 134. Evidence Of Longing
  • 135. Chapter 135. Under The Wheels
  • 136. Chapter 136. Natasha's Crime
  • 137. Chapter 137. Who Left The Flowers?
  • 138. Chapter 138. He Who Sees The Will Of God
  • 139. Chapter 139. Winter Can't Beat The Pines
  • 140. Chapter 140. Let’s Go There Together
  • 141. Chapter 141. Betrayal
  • 142. Chapter 142. A Vanished Home
  • 143. Chapter 143. Finally, At The Imperial Palace
  • 144. Chapter 144. Remove It
  • 145. Chapter 145. Your Worst Nightmare
  • 146. Chapter 146. July 16th
  • 147. Chapter 147. Pretend You Don’t See It. Pretend You Don’t Know It
  • 148. Chapter 148. Take The Child To His Mother
  • 149. Chapter 149. A Crack
  • 150. Chapter 150. Song Of The Fall
  • 151. Chapter 151. Anna’s Situation
  • 152. Chapter 152. Perso’s Anguish
  • 153. Chapter 153. A Suspicious Maid
  • 154. Chapter 154. Whose Baby Is It?
  • 155. Chapter 155. This Is My Answer
  • 156. Chapter 156. The Wild Dog Outside The Fence
  • 157. Chapter 157. The Main Characters
  • 158. Chapter 158. That Day
  • 159. Chapter 159. Let Me Tell You A Secret
  • 160. Chapter 160. Run Away
  • 161. Chapter 161. The Hunt Begins
  • 162. Chapter 162. To The Hell I Got Out Of
  • 163. Chapter 163. Let's Watch
  • 164. Chapter 164. The Crazy Emperor
  • 165. Chapter 165. Rampage
  • 166. Chapter 166. Clash Of Life And Death
  • 167. Chapter 167. Collect
  • 168. Chapter 168. The Banquet Is Over
  • 169. Chapter 169. A World Without The Power Of God
  • 170. Chapter 170. Thorny Hedge
  • 171. Chapter 171. It Was The Night When Winter Ended
  • 172. Chapter 172. Side Story 1 - The World Has Been Turned Upside Down
  • 173. Chapter 173. Side Story 2 - Death In The Dark
  • 174. Chapter 174. Side Story 3 - Monstein
  • 175. Chapter 175. Side Story 4. Tamon's Happiness
  • 176. Chapter 176. Side Story 5. Very Sweet And Tender
  • 177. Chapter 177. Side Story 6. Methods Of Persuasion
  • 178. Chapter 178. Side Story 7. A Night Full Of Peach Scent
  • 179. Chapter 179. Side Story 8. Desired Asha
  • 180. Chapter 180. Side Story 9. Unexpected Fit
  • 181. Chapter 181. Side Story 10. Return
  • 182. Chapter 182. Side Story 11. All Is Well
  • 183. Chapter 183. Side Story 12. Amazing News
  • 184. Chapter 184. Side Story 13. A Very Cute Dream
  • 185. Chapter 185. Side Story 14. What Kind Of Bullsh*t Is This?
  • 186. Chapter 186. Side Story 15. What Will Turn The World Upside Down
  • 187. Chapter 187. Side Story 16. Suspicious Meeting
  • 188. Chapter 188. Side Story 17. Find Me
  • 189. Chapter 189. Side Story 18. You Just Have To Enjoy It
  • 190. Chapter 190. Side Story 19. Time To Become A Family
  • 191. Chapter 191. Side Story 20. Omen
  • 192. Chapter 192. Side Story 21. Became A Family (End)

Chapter 1. Kill the Empress

 

***

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****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 2. Tanatos’s cripple Empress

 

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅖)

****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 3. She's really here

 

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅖)

****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 4. The Empress is going to die

 

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅖)

****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 5. How did this happen?

 

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅖)

****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 6. Swallowing eyes

 

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅖)

****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti

 

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅖)

****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 8. The crying sound

 

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅖)

****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 9. Are you throwing yourself away?

 

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅖)

****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 10. Why did this woman...?

 

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅖)

****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 11. Then bite if off and kill me

 

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅖)

****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 12. Ability to save

 

***

Sponsored by Vina 💖 (⅖)

****

 

“…… Yes?”

 

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

 

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

 

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

 

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

 

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

 

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

 

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

 

“How’s your master’s condition?”

 

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

 

“Master wishes to see you.”

 

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

 

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

 

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

 

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

 

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

 

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

 

…………… Has her foot healed?

 

Roselyn was running without limping.

 

***

 

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

 

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

 

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

 

Engraving connected her to him.

 

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

 

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

 

“… I’m coming in.”

 

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

 

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

 

Only 23 days.

 

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

 

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

 

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

 

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

 

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

 

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

 

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

 

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

 

It was Tamon’s eyes.

 

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

 

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

 

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

 

—It didn’t look good.

 

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

 

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

 

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

 

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

 

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

 

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

 

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

 

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

 

“…… I know.”

 

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

 

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

 

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

 

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 

 ‘How can that happen?’

 

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

 

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

 

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

 

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

 

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

 

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

 

“…”

 

“You have to give me what you promised.”

 

Promise…………….

 

“…Ah.”

 

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

 

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

 

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

 

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

 

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

 

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

 

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

 

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

 

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

 

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

 

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

 

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

 

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

 

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

 

“Ah….”

 

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

 

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

 

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

 

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

 

He bit down on her palm.

 

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

 

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

 

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

 

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

 

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

 

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

 

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

 

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

 

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

 

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

 

The appearance was gentle.

 

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

 

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

 

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

 

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

 

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

 

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

 

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

 

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

 

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

 

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

 

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

 

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

 

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

 

“Smile for me next time.”

 

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

 

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

 

“Welcome back….”

 

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.

Chapter 13. The shadow she left behind