Chapter 1 - Prologue
The heat from hot water came from him. He was wearing a gown made of the same material as the one Seria had on. For some reason, his hands relaxed and slipped away.
“Did you take a bath?” (Seria)
“There’s something splattered on your feet.” (Lesche)
‘My feet? Did I step on something? The sorcerers’ blood?’
Seria was puzzled but let it pass then asked Lesche.
“I thought you weren’t coming to the bedroom today.” (Seria)
“Why wouldn’t I come?” (Lesche)
“Didn’t Linon tell you?” (Seria)
Seria meant the incident with Mies. Lesche’s expression changed slightly. At that time, Seria hugged his neck and kissed him.
Lesche’s red eyes grew wide. Their lips collided and Seria pushed her tongue in and Lesche opened his mouth, a little bewildered. As she dug inside his mouth and started licking, Lesche’s body froze at the sudden action.
‘Come to think of it, this was the first time I actively kissed Lesche. The first kiss is much better than I expected. It was a strange feeling, but not a bad feeling. Is this why Lesche kisses me so often as an addicted person?’
Lesche didn’t stay still for long. He held the back of Seria’s with a little more force as she tried to pull away. Then he dug inside her mouth. She felt like the kisses she gave were just childish pranks, because now Lesche was kissing her like he wanted to devour her.
Seria was soon out of breath. She pushed him away, but Lesche wouldn’t let go of her body. Before she knew it, Lesche lifted her up.
Seria reflexively hugged Lesche’s neck tightly in fear that she might fall. The gown she was wearing slipped down a little.
Her soft mounds were exposed. Lesche’s hands stroked and lightly squeezed them. Her stomach tingled every time his fingers pressed against her bare skin. His lips then slid down and sucked the mounds deeply. Heat quickly built up in her lower belly. She could hear him moaning and her breathing became labored.
She felt the inside of her legs tighten and shudder. It was too much from the beginning, but why did she suddenly feel different now from earlier. Was it because she kissed him first?
Seria raised her hand and touched the inside of Lesche’s gown. She could feel him twitching as she tried to squeeze his muscular, perfect shoulders. She took advantage of the pause and finally managed to raise her head.
She stroked his cheek slowly with her hand, trying her best to calm her hard breathing. She pretended to be serious, but her fingers were actually trembling.
“You like this….?”
Lesche’s gaze met hers. His red eyes shook finely.
“I like you.”
As soon as the low whisper ended, Lesche peeled Seria’s gown completely off. The thin fabric flowed down below her waist without resistance. Immediately, Lesche buried his face in her exposed valley as if he was thirsty for water. Her body trembled with the tingling sensation. Then, Lesche’s hot and hard rod began to thrust deeper in her tightened valley. Seria just let her body flow with his movements.
How much time has passed?
‘I think I’m going to faint….’
Lesche rubbed Seria’s cheek lightly. A hand stroked her hair, which was wet with sweat and clung to her forehead. She just lay still as her body felt heavy. All her strength was lost. She just… she just gave him a kiss. A light kiss. How did it end like this? Suddenly she wondered if she should tie Lesche up next time before she kissed him. Because the moment he touched her body, he turned into a beast.
‘Buy a rope? Or should I get weapons from Bibi?’
With this thought in mind, Seria held Lesche’s hand which kept touching her body endlessly. His strong hand that held the sword for a long time was calloused. The natural shape itself was very pretty. How much did those hands torment her body….
‘Let’s stop thinking about it. At this rate, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.’
Seria was about to fall asleep, but then she exerted her superhuman energy.
Lesche’s eyes, which had been watching her lips, slightly widened.
“Are you alive?”
“Yes. I’m still alive.”
She had been thinking about this since Mies was at the auction house.
In the original story, too, did he act out so much?
In the original story, she saw his name, but why did he appear so noisily now?
At that moment, there was one thing that penetrated her mind.
It was an object that was already deeply intertwined with Lina and the Oracle. It was easy to guess that if she searched behind Mies, who was trying to take the circlet, she could get important clues. To know that…
“Can’t you find out why Mies aimed for the circlet?”
“Are you curious about that?”
“Yes, I’m curious. Is it confidential?”
“What confidential? I’ll show it to you.”
At her thanks, Lesche looked at her with an amused expression. Did he like it that much? Seria coughed shyly and changed her expression, and Lesche tilted his chin slightly.
“I’ll ask you one thing now that you mentioned it. How come you’re so fearless?”
“I’m not fearless.”
Lesche sighed lowly.
“It’s okay. I’m a fool who believed what you said seven times that you promised to stay safe.” (Lesche)
“…Are you mad at me?” (Seria)
“Not at you.” (Lesche)
Lesche said in a slow tone as he stroked her cheek.
“I’m mad at myself.” (Lesche)
“I should have chosen to destroy the auction house.” (Lesche)
Seria flinched. After hesitating for a moment, the busy hand slipped away. Lesche’s eyes were somber. Susan’s words kept lingering in her head.
“Knights are meant to protect something. It’s a real shame when they don’t. That’s why I’m sure His Highness was most heartbroken.”
It wasn’t that she wanted to fight with Mies on purpose. She didn’t expect Mies would look so much like Lesche. And she never would imagine Mies would kiss her. He was like a snake. She had a sense of danger that she was really going to miss something the moment she wobbled a bit.
If she didn’t do what she did, the b*st*rd might have managed to escape right away, and the fact that she bit Mies’ ear was also instinctive and resourceful. She had heard that a lot of manpower was used to catch him but it was unsuccessful, so she wanted to catch him. That was what she thought.
‘Susan’s words weren’t wrong. I’m lucky I didn’t get hurt.’
If she had bitten his ear a little late, he might have swung his sword at her….
… Seria lowered her eyes. She could understand what Lesche meant when he said he was angry at himself.
She tried to look into Lesche’s red eyes, but she felt like she was being read, so she just lowered her gaze to his chest.
“I’m sorry.” (Seria)
“…… for what?” (Lesche)
“Just this and that. Actually no. The more specific the apology, the better, so let’s talk about them one by one. Let’s start with Mies…” (Seria)
When Seria stopped talking, Lesche stared at her.
“Why didn’t I know this before?” (Lesche)
“What is it?” (Seria)
“I didn’t know you were so talented at shaking people’s hearts.” (Lesche)
“No…Lesche. If someone heard you, they would misunderstand.”
“There’s a lot to misunderstand.” (Lesche)
Lesche smiled bitterly and called Seria’s name belatedly.
His voice was different than before. Lecher’s hand approached Seria’s lower lip and swept along the line as if drawing over.Then, he slowly bit her swollen lips and licked them. The kiss was shallow and soft. After a few moments, Lesche lifted his chin slightly and whispered.
“I wanted to cut out his tongue.” (Mies’ tongue)
“If you were hurt, I would go crazy.”
“Earlier… You were insane enough.” (*Seria meant about the deed they did😉)
Lesche chuckled. He kissed her and raised his head. Seria raised her hand and touched Lesche’s lips. She slowly brushed his lips like he did to her. Lesche playfully tried to bite her fingers, so Seria retreated fast, and Lesche burst out laughing.
‘If Linon interrogates Mies, he’ll tell you everything, right?’
What kind of aide is germaphobic and smart enough to interrogate? Is that what Linon is? Linon’s survival was becoming more urgent. Seria was concerned.
‘Can I ask about Linon? Is it too much to ask?’
Personally, Seria was very sorry for Linon, but… This was his position. Linon was Berg’s chief aide and Lesche’s immediate subordinate. Capturing Mies itself was a huge plan, and in the meantime, if anything went wrong due to Linon’s mistakes in judgment, it was not something she could be involved in.
‘Yes! This is the reason! Emotionally, I hope Linon doesn’t suffer too much. I don’t feel very good about the memory of him crying!’
“Seria, if you have something to say, please say it.”
Seria, who was looking at Lesche’s face and thought, startled when Lesche suddenly opened his mouth.
“How did you know?”
“You’re staring at me very hard.”
Seria felt embarrassed at the thought that he could read her mind. Seria looked at him and asked frankly.
“Linon…..Is he alive?”
“Yes, he’s alive.”
Lesche answered simply, then stared at Seria.
“Are you worried that Linon might die?”
“If Linon dies, will you cry in your sleep again?”
For a moment, Seria couldn’t understand what Lesche was saying, and later she chuckled. That’s right. She once woke up crying in front of Lesche. It was her wedding day. The day she almost died. The day she had a nightmare about dying.
“When was that?”
That was a few months ago now. When Seria rebuked him, Lesche smiled gently. He reached out and pulled her deeper into his arms. He patted Seria lightly on the back as if he was trying to get her to sleep. She felt a little uneasy.
“Lesche, could it be…?”
“These days, I cry while sleeping…do I cry for help?”
He didn’t reply. A few moments passed, after Lesche’s lips touched her forehead and fell away.
Seria fell silent.
It happened sometimes in the short time after she possessed Seria. Perhaps it was because she couldn’t believe that she was destined to die with her head cut off. There were times when she was asleep and jumped up crying.
But she didn’t realize it at the time. She didn’t realize that she had nightmares several times a week. It was only after she brought Abigail to her townhouse that she learned about the frequency of nightmares. Abigail burst through the door of Seria’s room and asked me as she was okay.
“Do you know how many times you’ve cried now? Who are those people who are trying to kill My Lady…?”
‘Bibi is a sinful woman…She’s very reliable and very energetic.’
She hadn’t done that lately, but it was a relief.
‘How would it feel if a person in the same bed with you cried begging for help? Lesche is the strongest person I know, but….still I don’t feel good.’
“Did you feel bad?” (Seria)
“How about you?” (Lesche)
“There’s no way you can feel good when I’m crying next to you.” (Seria)
Lesche didn’t answer right away. A short silence. Then…
“I feel like I’m going crazy.” (Lesche)
In an instant, Seria felt her heart sank.