The Princess of the Brygent Empire.

The only daughter of the former King Falun and sister of King Bastian.

She is one of the golden feathers of the Raven royal family, which is said to have been the guardian bird of God.

The bloodline of the deceased.

Her palace was the most comfortable and beautiful place.

All she wore were the softest clothes of the finest weave.

The jewels she wore showed off the beauty of her skin, which glowed as if it contained its own light.

Her clothes quickly became the capital’s trendiest.

But that was all in the past.

Lewellyn was unhappy.

To be exact, Lewellyn’s life was not smooth.

No, in a word, her life was a mess.

“I’ve never been more aware of it than I am today”, Lewellyn gritted her teeth. She entered the banquet hall with a tearful grip on the hem of her blue dress.

People looked at her when the servant announced her presence. There was no respect for the princess in those gazes.

The abandoned Princess of Brygent.

That was what they were calling Lewellyn.

The princess, who would have become Brygent’s golden raven and was considered the most noble, was miserably abandoned.

Being hurt by the changed gazes was a thing of the past. Her body felt hot as if she had swallowed a ball of fire. Sweat was about to flow down her body, but she had to hold on and cooled herself.

She didn’t know for how long she could hold on, but she had to put up with it.

Patience.

That’s how Lewellyn survived.

If she collapses here, Queen Dowager Pamela will attack her. Lewellyn thought it was Pamela’s fault that her body looked like this. No, she probably wouldn’t even be standing here then. Sweat dripped down her chin.

“Lewellyn, what’s going on?”

The King of Brygent, her half-brother Bastian, asked anxiously. At a voice that only those close to her could hear, Lewellyn shook her head with a faint smile.

“No, nothing. I’m all right, Your Majesty.”

“If you’re not feeling well, why don’t you go in and rest?”

Lewellyn almost nodded for a moment. It was because she clearly knew that Bastian’s worries and affection were sincere. But…

“Your Majesty, I don’t think it’s desirable for a royal woman of our nation to leave her position under the pretext of a physical condition.”

“Mother, I beg of you.….”

Her half brother was a puppet of the Queen Dowager[1]. Nor was the Queen Dowager’s meddling surprising. So, Lewellin held onto herself and focused on calming her body’s heat.

“You should listen to me, Your Majesty. As an adult of the royal family, she needs a proper education. It hurts as a mother to neglect her physical condition ahead of an important event, but I can’t accept her childishness. A member of the royal family sometimes has to be patient.”

“…….”

“Isn’t this a celebration of the return of the Duke of Biserk, the master of the Holy Sword?”

Lewellyn was flabbergasted to hear the name, maybe because of how obviously perturbed she was. Queen Dowager Pamela raised the corners of her red lips. A pale olive green dress contrasting with her vivid blue jewelry. The splendid golden embroidery, which painted delicate patterns on her clothes, gave an impression of the Queen Dowager’s presence. A year ago, the precious purple dress she wore was so beautiful that it was still talked about.

Pamela said gracefully waving an ostrich’s feather fan.

“My daughter will welcome him back, won’t she?”

“Yes.”

“I knew it. He is your childhood friend.”

“…….”

“I don’t think you are going to break my heart just because you’re upset about your mother’s mistake.”

Despite her weakness, she dared to humiliate Lewellyn in public to reaffirm her superior position. The Duke of Biserk was her most painful wound. The princess had already fallen, and Pamela crushed Lewellyn as if to reconfirm.

The nobles stared at Pamela and Lewellyn and held their tongues. It was normal for them to see the stepmother being hateful to her stepdaughter, even more so if her son was to succeed the throne after generations without heirs.

“It won’t happen,” said Lewellyn.

What Pamela wants is her despair.

If she runs away from here, Pamela will bully her even more. She made up her mind after being abandoned, she won’t rebel against Pamela.

Lewellyn sat next to the king with her hands together. As a member of the royal family, she was expected to welcome the owner of the Holy Sword. The young Duke Armandite Biserk, who wiped out the demon summoning magicians, should be properly congratulated. As soon as she sat down, the trumpet sounded as if they had been waiting for her.

Walking down the middle of the red carpet was a man. It was an unrealistic sight, like watching a play.

Lewellyn stared at the man as if nothing had happened. The man whom she met six years ago, had grown taller since the last time she’d seen him. Perhaps no one was taller than him in the banquet hall, except maybe Tristan Zayad, the first knight of the kingdom.

Elegant aristocracy flowed at every step of the Duke’s walk. It was not arrogance, it was the pride carved from a noble birth down to his very bones.

Dark red boots, neatly shone in the colorful lights of the banquet hall. The man is as colorful as a well-crafted Garnet and as captivating as an artist’s masterpiece.

His eyes were neither disrespectful nor polite, and his clothes were perfect for his handsome body. He looked at the people as if he were assessing them, but his blue-green eyes were elegant.

He returned as a very attractive young man from the boy she had remembered.

Lewellyn’s heart thumped. The fever that had been suppressed began to spread throughout her body. For a moment, she felt the man’s blue-green eyes on her. She bowed her head to suppress the sensation of heat in her body. Her hands shook at the hem of her skirt.

She thought it would be hard to hold on for a long time.

“Duke of Biserk, welcome.”

King Bastian stood up and welcomed him.

“I see your Majesty. I’m sorry I couldn’t participate on the first day of honour.”

“That’s enough. I didn’t have a problem with it, so it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t sleep because I was so happy to hear about your aid.”

Bastian smiled brightly. The ladies’ faces glazed over at his smile, which resembled a beautiful painting.

“It’s all thanks to Your Majesty’s care.”

Lewellyn smiled coldly. The Duke of Biserk, who was loyal to his dead mother, bowed to the King.

It was disgusting, but if she were to leave now, she’d be subject to gossip from everyone. Lewellyn especially didn’t want to be noticed by that man, Armandite.

Praise poured for the Duke, who completely wiped out the Black Wizard Group, which had been sacrificing humans and had devastated the population.

The Black Wizards themselves were a powerful force. They served and worshipped demons. In a word, they were the scourge of this kingdom and many others. Even the spells they used were different from ordinary spells. The Duke of Biserk, who wiped out their home base, deserved praise. What surprised people more was that he had a sword that disappeared into the Duke’s hand.

Armandite failed to prevent the most important thing. Lewellyn gave a cold smile, and anger seemed to flow through her body.

“Princess Lewellyn looks healthy, too.”

At that time, Armandite said something unnecessary.

How dare you!

Fire surged in Lewellin’s eyes. She saw with her own eyes that the Duke of Biserk, the strongest supporter of his dead mother, had killed her mother.

For her own safety, he even acted as a guard who led her mother to the executioner. He even took her younger brother, Alpias, from Lewellyn. Although he didn’t seem to hurt him.

“I didn’t know that the Duke would care more about my well-being than my mother’s.”

The reason why Lewellin dared to say “mother” was to be sarcastic. There was a moment of instant silence, because it was unclear what Lewellyn’s mother would say.

“That princess is as good as ever,” The nobles whispered softly.

“She spoke so coldly to the great knight, Sir Jayad.”

“She can’t congratulate the person who saved the country, how ridiculous.”

“She doesn’t even know her mother was wrong.”

Lewellyn also thought it was foolish to isolate herself, but she didn’t care. Rumors were already rife that she was a princess whose personality became erratic due to her abandonment and despair. Her life has been hell ever since her mother died twenty days ago. Her life was now at the bottom of the abyss, when danger signals rang from her body.

“I am not feeling well. Your Majesty, please allow me to leave.”

In the end, Lewellyn declared her defeat and ran away.

Llewellyn patted her neck. The blood-red mark engraved on her slender neck was hot. With every breath, there was a burning desire. Llewellyn was now dominated by lust. In short, she was in heat.

There was no knight serving the forsaken princess who, after her mother died, lost favor with the king and was cast away to her private palace. In fact, even the nominally assigned escort knights usually neglected their duties, such as practicing swordsmanship or leaving their seats for long periods of time. For some reason Pamela didn’t directly risk Lewellyn’s life, but Llewellyn was safe anyway. She thought so.

Until 20 days ago, when she was kidnapped by warlocks during a hunting contest.

In fact, she didn’t want to go to the hunting contest. However, she was forced to attend because of Bastian’s consideration. While nobles laughed and clamored during her hunting contest, she was quietly killing time in the tent prepared for her.

At some point she seemed to have fallen asleep. She was dragged away with her mouth gagged and eyes blindfolded. She couldn’t even try to let out a single scream. When she awoke, she was lying with her hands and feet tied on a cold altar.

Someone gently caressed her. Llewellyn was trembling.

The dark incantations specific to black magic were still ringing in her ears. When she felt a sting in her neck and bled, she realized that she had been ‘sacrificed’.

“I long for the touch of Asmodeus, the god of all dark things!”

And when she learned that she was being sacrificed to ‘Asmodeus’, not the devil, she shed tears and trembled.

Asmodeus, a powerful demon on par with the Holy God, was the god she was sacrificed to.

Fortunately, it wasn’t painful. A strange ritual began, and her body became warm. A scream and saliva leaked out through her gagged mouth.

It was painful.

She thought she was going to die.

She was afraid.

But she was not afraid for long.

She felt warm and smelled something sweet. The moment she smelled it she was intoxicated with the scent, and she felt a hand stroking the back of her neck. It was cold and warm, soft and stingy.

[You’re a funny kid.]

The moment she heard that voice, she realized she was being held by Asmodeus.

“It’s an interesting wish.”

His cool hand caressed Llewellyn’s forehead.

“I like fun things.”

The demon god of lust personally gave a curse to this human dedicated to him.

“A woman who does not know love, may you know the joy of pleasure.”

“In the future, as long as time permits, lament your lust and seduce your partner.”

“To the beautiful woman who does not know the joy of love, I send my enchanting mercy,”

“You will know the joy of pleasure.”

It was a curse to be swallowed by lust. The nape of her neck suddenly began to ache.

Llewellyn is was now dead, she thought.

The dark wizards somehow put her back in her tent on the hunting grounds. So Llewelyn thought everything was a dream. She was looking for herself until she heard the voice of the escort knight and felt her body heat up.

‘Crazy b***ard, what mercy is this!’

From that day on, when she made eye contact with a man or heard a man’s voice, she had goosebumps all over her body. The pattern the demon engraved on her neck repeatedly urged her to hold a man.

‘Wouldn’t it have been easier if I had a bed? Would you like me to **** **** now?’

But how?

Llewellyn felt like she was going crazy. She thought her pain would someday subside, but her curse constantly ate her up and tormented her. So she was tormented by her lust that came every night. The desire grew stronger and more intense and invaded the daytime.

At a banquet like today, where she can see many more men, her body was in even more pain.

Arriving at her palace, she chastised the maids who followed her. In any case, no one tried to serve her sincerely. Llewellyn could easily have some alone time. Because of how little her maids and her escort knights cared for her, no one would have noticed her absence during the hours of her abduction, even during hunting competitions.

Llewellyn smiled coldly and entered the small abandoned greenhouse attached to her palace.

The breath on her lips grew hotter and hotter. A blush appeared on her face. Her face was red, as if she was drunk. She felt a warm sensation between her legs.

Her body, which was tickling and tingling at first, had heated up at quite a dangerous speed. Not only at night, but also during the day, her body became so hot that it became unbearable. Maybe if it goes like this… … .

She was really going to break down wildly.

‘Should I bring a man and mix with his body?’

However, if the rumor got out, she would not be able to go to the monastery because she was a promiscuous woman. Besides getting married, the only way out of this country would be blocked.

Llewellyn opened her lips and gasped for breath. A deep blush was visible on her face. Her red lips were getting hotter and hotter. A bitterly sweet dark scent emanated from the disheveled woman’s body. Heat began to sizzle over her head.

It was fortunate that the maids did not see this. She laid her down on her cold bench and let out her moans. The cooling stone had long since fulfilled its role.

Asmodeus’s supremacy glowed dark red from her neck.

Squeak.

Then, the door to the greenhouse opened. A dark shadow appeared. Her body reacted first before her head could process anything.

It’s a man. It’s a man. It’s a way to satisfy your needs.

She lifted her body up.

“Princess?”

Asmodeus’ stigma burned hot as if the man’s voice was a signal. Her mind exploded, saying, “It’s this man,” paralyzing her reason, and ruling her body with lust. As the seal of the gods was released, Llewellyn, a single human, could not resist.

She had only one thought in her mind.

‘I need to have this man.’

She needed to be intimate with this man.

Now it didn’t matter who he was.

She wanted to mate with him.

Hurry.

As if possessed, she approached the man.

“Princess, what’s going on?”

Llewellyn smiled. She stretched out her arms and embraced the man in her wide arms.

She smiled, savoring the scent of his musk brushing the tip of her nose.

“I missed you.”

“You missed me?”

He flinched.

The man was in disbelief. His tone of voice conveyed his heartbreaking ecstasy, but Llewellyn did not hear it. All she wanted was one thing, to have s*x with this man. Every word she uttered was only a means to seduce him.

Without knowing what she was doing, Llewellyn reached out and touched the man’s firm chest. Her hand was quite bold.

“What…”

“No?”

Llewellyn asked pitifully and hung on.

Teary eyed.

Her soft skin touched the man’s hard body. A sweet, seductive scent emanated from the body. The man’s eyes opened and she began to destroy his reason.

“Princess, I…..”

“I want to.”

Llewellyn smiled and kissed him. As her body continued to tangle with his, she felt something hard on her thigh. She instinctively placed her hand on it. The man was becoming hard, blatantly revealing his desires.

“Then do not regret this.”

Those were the man’s last words before melting into her body.

***

The reason that Lewellyn’s mother, Queen Seon, was executed was because she tried to place a killing curse on her half-brother Bastian. Pamela, who was the king’s lover, brought this all to light.

Lewellyn grew up watching her mother be offended by her father’s mistress, Pamela. Because of this, she didn’t think it was strange for her mother to behave this way.

The noble daughter of Thessaly was laughed at by her in-laws and the illegitimate son of the Duke of Brion. Lewellyn clearly saw her elegant mother’s expression sometimes crumble…

After her mother’s death, Lewellyn’s world changed.

People said, ‘Who would ignore a noble princess of the royal family?’ As the queen was executed in the most dishonorable way possible and was deliberately scorned by her father, the king. Lewellyn went into isolation in her palace.

Her desire to ignore the arrogant and noble royal family was then permitted by the king. There were people who couldn’t resist the easy temptation of her lowered position. Even her ‘maids’, who should have come from nobility, all quit their jobs. The new commoner maids that were brought in to care for her lacked the ability to properly carry out their duties. They did not care to serve Lewellyn either, but took the job to keep an eye on her for Pamela.

Upon the death of her father, her half-brother Bastian succeeded to the throne by unanimous consent of the nobility. Meanwhile, there was nothing the abandoned princess could do. Lewellyn wanted to get away from this royal family and live like a commoner, but Pamela would not let her go.

Lewellyn decided that on the day she turned twenty-five she would join a monastery. According to the rules of the church, those over the age of 25 could entrust themselves to the monastery without the permission of the royal family. It was the most effective means of protecting herself from the royal family after she’d abandoned her right to the throne. The church would protect her after that.

She will hopefully be able to spend the rest of her life living in the church of Thessaly, located in her mother’s native country.

In Thessaly, there will be her mother’s family. Her exiled younger brother, Alpias, was entrusted to that country.

That was Lewellyn’s only hope…

Perhaps, if she was very lucky, she might even meet her lovely little brother again.

In fact, she could have gone to the monastery earlier if she had the permission of the royal family, but Bastian was vehemently opposed.

‘Lewellyn, you were a princess before I came to the palace. Even though my half- brother is powerless like you, I don’t want to drive you out. I don’t want to bring you misfortune. The monastery is not a good environment, and it’s not as good as you think. You know I won’t threaten your life, nor will I force you to marry out of respect for your wishes.’

‘….’

‘When you turn twenty-five, do whatever you want after that. Before that, please calmly think about your future here.’

Bastian was normally indecisive, but it was different this time. His blue eyes were calm and his tone was firm. She was thinking that he didn’t want rumors to spread that he’d kicked out his sister. Lewellyn knew she was being cynical. In reality, she actually knew Bastian was being sincere.

From an early age she was well acquainted with the docile nature of her half-brother and her brother. That indecisive older brother didn’t want to harm his blood relatives.

Why is Alpias still alive? Although her brother may become a threat in the future, it must be because of Bastian that he still lives.

Thanks to Bastian’s gentle nature, Lewellyn’s life was not at risk even in the palace. Though she was scorned and wasn’t treated as a proper princess, she was never forced to marry…

So this was why Lewellyn decided to stay in the palace until she was twenty-five, as her half-brother wished. She was able to do that at least.

But now that plan has gone awry.

Lewellyn opened her eyes and was enveloped in a foul mood. Her body was wiped clean, but there was a dull pain between her legs in that area.

Her hair, which had been damped by lust, was now surprisingly clean. The sensation of her body burning up was gone. Lewellyn bit her lip and lifted her skirt. As expected, she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt. She remembered the voice of the man who’d whispered with a passionate breath.

‘Princess.’

Lewellyn shook her head.

“Under…”

It was then that she realized what had happened. She’d finally slept with a man.

She didn’t value chastity above all else, but if the monastery found out… Naturally, the church was conservative and rejected promiscuity. Making her future even more difficult…

‘Who was I with?’

She couldn’t even remember who her lover was. She had no intention of blaming the man for defiling her body. She completely lost her sanity and she was the one who seduced him with her sweet body. She couldn’t remember everything, but she knew that the other person was bewildered. There was only one reason why she knew this, it was because she vaguely remembered being entangled in the hardened man’s arm. The man at that time trembled and hesitated to place his hand on her.

Lewellyn pressed her hand to her forehead while recalling that night.

“Not bad… It wasn’t.”

She recalled thinking that, apart from being terrifying at first, the act of joining their flesh wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

At first, she felt repulsion because the act of ‘laying with a man’ was taboo, but she did not feel any objection to the act itself. On the contrary, she vaguely remembered that she honestly asked him to touch her more because she liked the feeling of his hands touching her so politely…

They enjoyed the warmth that felt so much like being loved. She enjoyed a lot of emotions at that time.

One good point, the damn curse of Asmodeus over now, right? Because of pride, fear, and rejection, she had to go through hardships and regret now.

The question is, did the man spread any rumors?

‘It’s a secret.’

Her head throbbed at her fractured memories. When the act was over and the man adjusted her appearance, she had spoken as if she were possessed. The thing she was most worried about was the rumors. How did the man respond then?

‘If you wish, I will hide it forever.’

The man whispered while kissing Lewellyn’s cheek with those words. She remembered smiling at the hot lips that touched her cheeks. After that, he continued to ask if she was uneasy or to keep it a secret, and the man reassured him that he would.

Lewellyn didn’t trust in men. Wouldn’t you just need to look at her dead father? The king, who took an oath before God and vowed to be faithful to his spouse, hated the queen. He had promised to make her happy, and eventually executed her. Her mother with her head falling, was not the pretty face she knew.

How shocked she was when she saw that terrible sight.

So she had to assume the worst. As soon as she pulled the cord with a trembling hand, her maid greeted her.

“What is going on, Princess?”

“When did I get back?”

“I remember it was at dawn.”

She looked at the maid’s face, but she showed no sign of ridicule. She didn’t even find her question strange.

“How did I get back? Who was I with? How was I?”

Lewellyn asked her maid, trying to hide her worry, and it seemed to work. It was Rosalie, a young maid who couldn’t hide her expression well, who took her questions.

“Lord Jayad brought you here.”

“What?”

“He said that the princess had fainted from pain, and he carried you back in his arms.”

Tristan Jayad? Why is that person? She opened her eyes wide. The maid explained as if she understood her surprise.

“And he said he found you lying in the garden…”

“….”

“The Lord told me not to call a doctor, but to keep quiet. Is something wrong?”

Her heart was pounding. Tristan brought her and told them not to call a doctor?

So, does that mean that the man she joined bodies with was Tristan?

But Lewellyn knew Tristan well. He was known for being an honest and noble knight, and they were not in a relationship where he would join with her…

But with these circumstances, Tristan is a man.

Lewellyn bit her lip. She needed to confirm…

***

“The princess is very rude. I can’t believe she called for the commander during working hours.”

“Paulo.”

“Can you do something about being asked to visit her suddenly?”

The knights complained seeing Tristan polishing his sword. His dark red eyes were staring only at his sword, this was the other side of himself.

A man who feels as solid and strong as the sword in his hand, who seemed to feel as much as cold steel. Tristan; the first knight of the country of Brygent; the commander of the Red Knights Templar; and under the direct control of the king.

“You are being rude to the princess, refrain from speaking.”

“The commander is quick to forget. Don’t you remember that the princess insulted you when you joined the knights’ templars?”

Tristan raised his head and looked at the knights. In their eyes, only distaste remained, and not loyalty, for their superiors.

“Didn’t she reject the commander as her bodyguard just because he is a Zakat and kicked him out?”

“Our knights are familiar with the rudeness of the eccentric princess.”

“It will be the same for the White Knights and the Black Knights.”

The other knights did not say anything, but they seemed to agree. Tristan looked at them without a word. Just by looking at them, they could all feel the chill from his gaze.

“So you mean that you have neglected the princess’ escort?”

“…What do you mean?”

“No, nothing.”

Tristan got up and walked away while wearing the red cloak, the symbol of his Knight’s order. It was with a straight face, with no emotions showing.

The knights sighed. Tristan Jayad was not of noble origin, but he was an example for all knights. He was too blunt sometimes and needed to know the world.

“There is no need to listen to a princess who’s lost her mind.”

As if he was going to meet the woman he loved, he was extremely devoted to maintaining his appearance, but that was why Tristan Jayad was respected. An example of chivalry that is faithful in every action and takes all orders seriously. The greatest knight in the country, whose origin is his greatest weakness, was respected by the knights even today.