Yuriel was a girl who was beaten in Raphlet’s stead until he turned fourteen, when he left to join the Holy Knights as if he were fleeing.

‘If I said I was aroused by your tears, would you still call me noble?’

Years later, Raphlet, who had become a man, asked this. During the day, he was as cool and noble as a saint, but he held a vulgar lust hidden in the innermost recesses of his mind.

Staring at the thick snowflakes falling from above, Yuriel thought to herself.

At that time, how did she reply to Raphlet?

_-_-_

Yuriel boarded the train that was headed for the imperial capital, where the Albraca Holy Knights Division was located, and nervously looked around for her designated seat written on the ticket.

Unlike those who took the train like it was second nature for them, it was Yuriel’s first time riding the train and the first time she had ever left the Mogris mansion.

Everything was amazing, but she wasn’t in the mindset to look around and observe everything one by one.

Yuriel sat down and let out a sigh. A small luggage bag was her only companion.

She opened the newspaper she was holding in her hand. She had bought it earlier from a child who was busily running around the train station.

Yuriel’s green eyes anxiously scanned the words.

On the very front page, the large letters announcing the special news made her mind feel cluttered.

Her eyes widened at the news. Although the article excluded the subject matter, it was more shocking and sad than any other news to Yuriel.

[Commander of the Albraca Knights 1st Division, Raphlet Mogris, is expected to face difficulties due to injury from suppressing monsters…]

This was the reason Yuriel left Grand Duke Mogris’s estate, where she had lived her entire life.

The injury of the Albraca Knight’s 1st Division commander, Raphlet Mogris.

At the news she had heard last night, Yuriel decided without delay to leave the mansion and head for the capital. It was because she realized how useless it was to wait for Raphlet to return.

“I’ve been waiting for seven years,” she mumbled, chewing on her lips.

Her hands, which were so beautiful it was hard to believe they belonged to a servant, crumpled the newspaper.

Yuriel had been saved by Raphlet’s hand. In rescuing her, a commoner with no background to speak of, Raphlet’s body was carved with a large scar that was not suitable for the heir of the Grand Duke.

Raphlet not only saved Yuriel, a child who was less than ten years old at the time, but also created a job for her.

Raphlet’s personal maid. That was Yuriel’s first job.

Although her title was a maid, Yuriel’s only responsibility was to be Raphlet’s companion–someone he could talk to. He took care of her.

Later, she started attending and observing his classes and was hit in his place, but it was fine.

Yuriel was under Raphlet’s protection. She was fully aware of how much she was benefiting from it.

She had dared to presume that later, when Raphlet became Grand Duke, married, and had kids, she would still be able to stand by his side and assist him.

But that conviction was shattered when Raphlet joined the Albraca Holy Knights.

The Albraca Knights Division was an extremely closed and noble collection of men that did not accept new applications from anyone over the age of fourteen.

They led the vanguard of the monster subjugation force in the name of God. With a sense of faith and spirit that was heavier than the black armor that protected their bodies, the holy knights cut through evil monsters and protected the weak.

Those who joined the order had to pledge to give up everything in secular society, and Raphlet Mogris gave up his position as the heir to the Grand Duke title without hesitation.

“You said you would come to get me…”

Yuriel buried her face in the newspaper and mumbled.

While throwing everything away, Raphlet had told Yuriel that he would definitely return for her.

‘When I become a little more mature… When I’m able to control myself, I’ll come to get you. So, wait until then, Yuriel. It’s dangerous out there, so don’t go anywhere and wait at the Mogris mansion where it’s safe.’

She could still remember his touch clearly, how he comforted her while holding her hands awkwardly. Yuriel still couldn’t understand what Raphlet, who had always been calm and rational, had said.

Yuriel was the reckless one, the one who was always running around wildly, and Raphlet was the calm one who always watched over her and listened to her stories.

How overwhelming was it whenever the gold-colored eyes, which were calm and soothing, watched over her affectionately?

Maturity and self-control were virtues that she needed more than him.

Yuriel held back her tears and sucked in a breath.

As soon as she took a long breath, the steam whistle rang loudly. Not long after, the train carrying all the passengers began to move.

The Grand Duchy of Mogris, where she had spent a lot of time, began to slowly, then quickly, move away. Yuriel touched the window and took a long view of the passing scenery.

It was the place where Raphlet was born and where she shared her childhood with him.

For Yuriel, it was the second most precious place after being by Raphlet’s side.

She hugged her luggage and shook her head. To Yuriel, who had stayed up all night, the regular noise of the train had a power similar to a lullaby.

“I shouldn’t go to sleep…”

It was her first trip.

She recalled the warnings from people who worried about her departure, preaching about the dangers of traveling and falling asleep. When you wake up, your luggage could be gone, the wallet with money could have disappeared, or you could end up opening your eyes at a scary place you’ve never seen before.

She shook her head and pinched her thigh several times, but it was impossible as a human to fight against the growing drowsiness.

In the end, Yuriel lowered her head and fell into a light sleep.

_-_-_

Yuriel opened her eyes, feeling stuffy. She could hear a clanking noise above her head.

“Eup.”

She opened her eyes, but she couldn’t see anything to judge where she could be. The thin stream of light that came in between the fabric that brushed against her eyelashes was the only view Yuriel could see.

Fearful of this unknown situation, Yuriel’s body jerked up. Bouncing back, she felt soft bedding around her body and shook her head.

“Uh, um…!”

An ominousness that Yuriel had never felt before swallowed her. She began trying to twist her body around when suddenly, someone’s hand gently pressed on her wrist.

The fingers of the one who held both of her wrists in one hand were rough. Yuriel clenched her teeth at the chilling touch and tried to grasp the situation she was in.

Her mouth was gagged, and her wrist was tied by a person whose identity she didn’t even know. No matter what direction you think, there was only one conclusion.

Somebody, someone…

She couldn’t finish her thought. The cloth covering her eyes became wet with her tears. She couldn’t breathe properly with a gag in her mouth, and the unidentified person silently took off the hand that had been pressed against her wrist.

Slowly, they unwrapped the cloth covering Yuriel’s eyes.

“…How many times have I warned you? I told you to go back before you get into trouble, and that I can’t control myself yet. The one who ignored my warning is you, Yuriel.”

“…..?”

Yuriel, who squinted at the sudden light, blinked confusedly at the man’s words. It sounded like he was implying that she had been hovering around him for a while now.

The man went on to mutter, touching the gag that had been blocking her mouth. “I’d love to pull your gag out, but… I don’t know what I’ll do if I hear your scream now. It’ll be better for you to keep this.”

The figure of the man who said so began to be clearly reflected in Yuriel’s eyes.

She could see messy black hair and a cold face devoid of a smile. He was a handsome man with a straight nose and a firm chin. He was so handsome to the point he felt unreal.

Yuriel stared blankly at the man’s lips before shifting her gaze slightly upwards.

“Hic.”

When their eyes met, Yuriel suddenly found herself unable to breathe. She stiffened after a quick breath and her eyes reflected the man’s bright golden eyes clearly.

‘Raphlet?’

The hard chest and thick shoulders seen through his loosened collar were unfamiliar, but those golden eyes were unmistakably Raphlet’s.

“Yuriel, breathe.”

“Huu, euk…”

Surprised by the man’s unexpected identity, Yuriel had stopped breathing.

Raphlet hurriedly grasped Yuriel’s chin and coaxed her to breathe. He raised and supported the back of her head to make it easier for her and met her eyes.

“Yuriel, come on.”

His voice made Yuriel unknowingly reclaim her breath.

Once he saw her breathing slowly, he steadily lowered her head.

_-_-_

Yuriel just couldn’t wrap her head around the situation.

It was strange enough that Raphlet suddenly appeared, having the appearance of a grown man, but it was even stranger how he seemed to lust for her.

The Raphlet that Yuriel remembered had always been someone with a calm and composed aura. He was a kind, warm boy who had always carefully applied medicine to the wounds she suffered from being hit on his behalf.

But the Raphlet in front of her now was the exact opposite.

All she could see was passion and lust.

The eyes full of desire and the sensation that she felt vehemently stirring in her lower body were unfamiliar.

Raphlet kissed her lips, cupping her chest with one hand, and carefully pushed his finger into her tight entrance with the other. But when a slight groan escaped from Yuriel’s gagged mouth, his attitude changed abruptly.

He grabbed her by the waist and aligned his member with her entrance, as if his patience had run out. His large manhood parted her lower lips and pushed through the opening that was not yet ready for him.

Yuriel’s thighs trembled against Raphlet’s legs, unable to overcome the pain. She tried to back away from him, but Raphlet only tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her back down strongly.

She could see his member driving in and out of her dry tunnel repeatedly while Raphlet watched her attentively with hooded eyes.

Raphlet reached out and pressed on Yuriel’s belly with one hand while a rough finger rubbed circles on her lower abdomen. After a few hard thrusts, he came inside her.

But the fluid leaking out from where they were completely joined did not stop his movements. Rather, he lowered his hand and thumbed her small, protruding nub and resumed his thrusts.

Yuriel began to cry and groaned pitifully from the continuation of intense stimuli that followed after the climax, but only the suppressed sounds of yes and ahs came out from her obstructed mouth.

Raphlet shifted his position slightly, firmly gripped her trembling thigh with one arm, crossing his legs and hers, and rammed in as if to fill her up completely.

The leg that was hung over Raphlet’s shoulder dangled unattractively, while the other leg pinned between his thigh and the bed twitched intermittently.

It was a position that forced his opponent to submit.

Every time their lower bodies met, there was a squelching sound as their intermingled fluids leaked out. Raphlet’s lower belly, pelvis, and the area around his manhood were lewdly soaked with the wetness that spilled from where they were joined. With each ******, the fluid slowly traveled down his tan body.

As his movements became easier with the fluid flowing out from her warm, molten cavern, Raphlet’s neat forehead scrunched in pleasure.

The soft bed underneath them also became damp, but Raphlet paid no attention to the soiled sheets. He was too busy rutting into her warmth.

“Haa…ngh…”

Yuriel could barely hear the sounds that the well-endowed man, who was currently burrowing in and out of her, was making.

“Sa…ve…no…more….”

She cried for help as her fluttering walls clamped onto his member continuously, sucking him in. The stimulating movement became stronger and Raphlet reached out to release the gag from Yuriel’s lips.

“M-Master, stop, Raph, sa-save me… mmph, ah…!”

Master, Raphlet, Raph. The names she called him were jumbled together.

Raphlet tossed the gag aside and took a firm hold of her chin.

“That’s why… I told you… to wait till I returned.”

“Ah, ngh..st-stop…”

“You’re the one who didn’t listen to me when I told you to stop and go back to the ducal territory.”

The voice that followed the rough movements of his waist was full of ardor. His rugged voice was disguised under a polite tone, as if he was trying to restrain himself, but it didn’t seem to be very effective.

Sensing that he had no intention of stopping, Yuriel burst into tears. She felt that she was falsely accused of being the reason behind his seemingly unwillingness to stop.

I don’t even know what’s going on, why are you saying it’s my fault…!

For the first time in her life, Yuriel felt like rebelling against Raphlet.

She was afraid that her brain would melt away if this continued, losing herself to the intense pleasure she was currently receiving under him.

Yuriel clasped her hands, which were still tied above her head, in prayer.

I don’t know what the hell this is about, but please, please, let this be a dream.

She wished to wake up from this dream soon.

“Hk…!”

Perhaps he noticed Yuriel wanting to run away from this place, but Raphlet chose that moment to pull himself out completely before slamming back in hard.

His manhood just barely grazed her entrance, then pushed in all the way to her innermost parts.

“Ah, aaah!”

Her fingers that were clasped tightly together loosened and Yuriel’s entire body, from the tips of her fingers to her toes, convulsed as if it had been struck by lightning.

Raphlet grabbed the sides of her face, which were still aching from the gag, and kissed her like a beast. Yuriel’s teeth, melting from the pleasure, scratched his tongue, but he remained unaffected.

After carrying out successive battles against the monster forces, Raphlet’s body was far beyond the common person’s.

Yuriel’s feeble defiance only ate away at his rationality.

He kissed her lips, swallowing her screams so that his reasoning wouldn’t collapse. For him, Yuriel’s screams were an excessive stimulus.

He was afraid that if he were to continue listening to her screams, he might end up crushing her completely like he would when suppressing monsters.

As she was receiving and responding to his kiss, Yuriel noticed that his eyes were violently blazing.

When he heard her scream, he couldn’t even imagine what he might end up doing if he heard her moan. Raphlet feared that the sound of her moaning would devour his rationality at once.

“Nghh…”

Raphlet gladly surrendered his tongue to Yuriel, who was trembling in fear. He lowered the thigh he was holding in his arm and made her wrap them around his solid hips.

But her leg lacked the strength and slipped before it could completely wind around him. Raphlet removed his lips from hers, trying to wrap them several more times before giving up with a sigh.

He placed his finger in her now empty mouth and warned her, “Don’t bite too hard and try to hold it in as much as you can. My hand will be fine, but your teeth won’t be.”

“…?”

Before she could infer what he meant, Yuriel felt her inner walls being stretched and filled once more by his slow thrusts.

Yuriel shook her head, pushing away the finger he had put into her mouth with the tip of her tongue. Even if this ended up being a dream, she couldn’t bring herself to hurt his body or his hands.

Suddenly, Yuriel’s eyes widened dramatically.

“Aaah!”

It was because the initially languid thrusts increased to an unthinkably rapid pace. Raphlet lifted her hips, pushing himself in as far as he could and hitting the deepest part of her insides repeatedly.

Yuriel’s vision flashed white. There seemed to be stars floating in front of her eyes, and love juices spilled out from where they were joined.

She was incapable of processing any thoughts and ended up lightly chewing on Raphlet’s finger that was still lodged in her mouth. But her teeth shook anxiously, unable to bite down on his finger.

Recognizing her hesitance, Raphlet hurriedly took his finger out and replaced it with the sheet that was under her head, rolling it up before putting it in her mouth.

Unlike his fingers, the sheet was soft, though it became hard for her to breathe because it obstructed her entire mouth.

Looking down at the sight of Yuriel panting and her eyes rolling towards the back of her head, Raphlet bit his lip and quickly pulled out of her.

He slapped her thigh and pinched her raised n*pples roughly to prevent her from passing out.

“Ah, mmph!”

“It’ll be over soon, just a little more, haa…” Raphlet comforted her with a rough voice.

He paused thrusting into Yuriel’s quivering walls and pulled out again. He shifted her legs, which had been hanging lifelessly by his waist, and folded them over her body, lifting her knees above her.

As her body clung flat to the bed, Raphlet pushed himself back in her velvety walls and found release. He stared intently at her changing facial expressions as he emptied himself into her, pressing down on her body.

Sensing she was being watched, Yuriel lowered her head and met his eyes. The eyes that stared back at her still gleamed wildly, as if they would swallow her.

Her violently beating heart began beating even faster.

Yuriel closed her eyes after catching the look of satisfaction on Raphlet’s face as he pulled out once he completely emptied his load inside her.

Her mind was filled with scattered thoughts and soon, another scene was reflected in Yuriel’s eyes.

_-_-_

Yuriel found herself watching a horde of monsters storming the train that she was riding on.

“Argh!”

“M-mom, I’m scared.”

“Stop the train, now!”

The terrified screams of the passengers pierced her ears. They shouted that the train had to be stopped, but it was obvious that the speeding train could not be stopped immediately.

Yuriel got up from her seat and, at that moment, the train derailed. She didn’t even have time to grab her luggage.

“Huk…!”

Yuriel abruptly woke up from her dream shortly after hitting her head against something on the train that had been falling sideways.

It was another one of Yuriel’s occasional prophetic dreams.

_-_-_

Yuriel was famous for her keen senses since her days at the grand duchy.

On days when monsters invaded the mansion, Yuriel would find herself in a state of anxiety all day. Unlike those who resided in the main building, which was protected by the knights, the servants living in the annex were under direct threat from a monster attack.

Whenever Yuriel, who was usually always smiling, showed signs of anxiety from the morning, the servants all gathered together and spent the night in the same room.

The servants who were hostile towards Yuriel sometimes ended up being the first victims to the monsters.

‘What would she know? I’m going to sleep by myself. I have to get up early tomorrow morning. Does it look like I have time to be hanging around with you all?’

It was because the servant went back to their room all alone like that. Although the monsters were strong, if several servants combined their strength—especially the stronger young men—they would be able to deal with at least one monster at a time.

Those who had been able to get through the nights safely like that, narrowly escaping death, all became remarkably friendly to Yuriel.

‘Do you want me to do that for you?’

‘You must be tired. How about you take a nap?’

As a result, Yuriel never suffered any hardships during her time at the Mogris mansion.

But unlike in the past, when she only dreamed of monsters invading the Mogris mansion, her dream this time showed a train derailing. Yuriel had a feeling this dream would soon become a reality.

A huge monster had appeared and, as a result, the train ended up derailing.

Ruminating on her memories, Yuriel was about to jump out of her seat but stopped herself at the last minute.

I think I just had a very strange dream aside from the prophetic dream…what was it?

The last scene of her dream, where the train derailed, caused all memories of anything that happened before it to fly out the window. But Yuriel was sure she had another dream before the train accident.

Was it another prophetic dream warning of danger?

In a daze, Yuriel blinked as she tried retracing her memory before abruptly standing up from her seat. This was not the time for such worries. The train was heading towards its destination, the imperial capital.

“T-train. How do I stop this train?”

Yuriel got up in a hurry and looked around. She had to stop the train right away. She spotted a man dressed in a suit just in front of her, leisurely reading a book. Judging from his natural behavior, he looked like someone who was familiar with traveling by train.

Yuriel picked up her luggage and approached him.

“Excuse me, sir.”

At Yuriel’s call, the man tilted his head, raising a long finger to point at himself, silently asking for confirmation.

“Yes, yes. That’s right. You, sir.”

“Is something wrong?” he asked affably.

He placed a bookmark in the book he was reading, putting it down on the seat next to him before turning back to Yuriel with a kind face.

The man left a favorable impression on her. He was quite handsome with his uncommon blonde hair and blue eyes.

Unlike his soft-looking appearance, his handling of the book was rather rough. Type printing had developed significantly over the years, so it wasn’t too difficult to find books, but it wasn’t cheap, either.

The book he was reading was made of thick covers and high-quality white paper. The man, who threw such an object as if he were handling a block of stones by the roadside, looked up at Yuriel and tilted his head.

“Miss?”

He’s not as handsome as the man I saw in my dream… wait, what am I thinking? What kind of man did I see in my dream….?

Yuriel widened her eyes at the sight of the man in front of her, who was giving her a puzzled look. She inwardly berated herself for getting lost in thought during such an urgent situation.

“Do you know where I need to go to stop this train?”

“Stop the train? We’re about to arrive at the destination…Hm, well. It’ll stop on its own in the next 10 minutes.” The man explained kindly as he took out a pocket watch and checked the time.

He continued in a kind, but dismissive tone, as if he were dealing with a country bumpkin, “Miss, the passengers aren’t the ones who stop the train. The conductor is the one who controls the train and it’ll stop at the appointed destination.” He added an eye smile as if it would be enough.

“I know that! But…before we get to the station, this train…!”

Yuriel, who raised her voice, abruptly closed her mouth.

Who would believe her if she were to tell them that monsters would soon appear and cause the train to derail? This wasn’t the Grand Duke’s residence, where everyone was kind to her.

What should I do? No one is going to believe me, and I can’t just jump off the moving train by myself.

As Yuriel held her luggage tightly, her face paled.

At this rate, am I going to die before even getting to see my master’s face?

The man stared at Yuriel—who was visibly white—then glanced at the cover of the book he was reading. He said, “The book I’m reading now has a character who is trying to stop the train just like you. Miss, by any chance, did you hear some kind of dangerous information like this character?”

“What?”

“Maybe something like the train being loaded with explosives, or perhaps there’s a dangerous person on board that we have to hunt down before we get to the station.”

“…Would you help me stop the train if I told you I knew such information?” Yuriel asked with a nervous look.

“If there is indeed such a dangerous risk, why wouldn’t I help you?”

The man rose from his seat with an amused expression. When he was sitting, his frame didn’t look very large because of his pretty face, but he suddenly looked large enough to overpower Yuriel with just one hand once he stood up.

“I don’t have anything urgent today…and your face looks desperate, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to give you a hand.”

“Are you really going to help me?” Yuriel asked in a startled voice. She didn’t expect him to agree to help her so easily.

She was told to be careful of people she was seeing for the first time…but it seemed there were still good people out there. Yuriel was thrilled.

“Yes, of course. Stopping the train has always been something that I’ve wanted to do at least once in my life.” The man wheezed and laughed, pointing to the luggage she was carrying.

“Are you going to be carrying that around the whole time?”

“Ah.”

“If you’re worried about losing your luggage, here’s your locker. It seems you didn’t see it because it was up there. You do have to insert a silver coin to use it, but its security is certain.”

A silver coin. It was an amount that was enough to cover all her meals at the Mogris estate, and an amount that should be saved as much as possible right now because it was impossible to predict how expensive things would be in the capital.

The man seemed to assume that the reason Yuriel chose not to use the locker was simply because it was out of her line of sight.

He stretched out his hand, implying that he would put the luggage in for her himself.

Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to simultaneously move with her luggage in her arms in their urgent situation, Yuriel handed it over to him with tears.

When she took a silver coin out of her purse—which she had kept safely guarded in her arms—and handed it over, the man’s eyebrows went up with interest.

“This is a silver issued in the Mogris domain. I see you’ve come up from Mogris.”

The front side of the coin was stamped by a dynamic horse seal representing ‘Mogris.’

The value of silver coins was all the same, but the minters, like the Grand Duke of Mogris, engraved their seals on the front of the coins to show off their power. It was a trend among nobles in the imperial capital these days.

The man fiddled with and scanned the silver coin with interest before putting it into his pocket.

“I’ll keep this as a souvenir.”

Yuriel was dumbfounded. It felt as if she had been slapped on the cheek.

Souvenir? Do the people here celebrate robbing other people’s money?

From well-managed hair to a suit made of high-quality material, not the mention there was also the golden pocket watch he had pulled out earlier and the expensive book. A man who seemed to lack nothing had just robbed Yuriel of her little silver coin.

“Give it back! I have to secure my luggage and quickly stop the train!”

“Ah, yeah. It was just a joke… I’m not some ruffian that’s after your money.”

“Hurry!” Yuriel shouted, slapping the man’s arm.

“Yes, yes, but there’s someone I’d like to show this to so I’ll be taking it as a souvenir. I’ll let you use my silver coin instead.”

The man gave her a poised smile, rubbing his arm as he made an excuse. But his muttering excuse fell on deaf ears—he had already been branded as a thief in her eyes.

He pushed the coin in the slot and instructed Yuriel to put her palm over the locker.

“When you need to take your luggage out, put your palm back there and it’ll open. Once you open it, you’ll need to insert another coin to close it again so only open it when it’s time to get off…”

Following the man’s instructions, Yuriel placed her hand over the designated area and felt a current running along her palm. It was an unpleasant sensation that made her spine tingle.

“That’s all then? All right, now, let’s hurry up and go stop the train. Sir, if you could lead the way.”

Yuriel rubbed her palm with her other hand, urging the man to hurry. The man put his luggage in a separate locker then stood in front of her.

“The engine room is just ahead. We’ll be able to stop the train before we get to the station even if we don’t hurry.”

After hearing his relaxed voice, Yuriel checked the windows with a side-glance. It was similar to the scenery she had seen in her dream. At this rate, she predicted the monsters would attack in less than five minutes.

“Even so, I think we should hurry a little bit. Let’s go,” Yuriel said nervously, but the man asked leisurely with a carefree look on his face. “By the way, miss, what’s your name?”

Yuriel let out a sigh at his easy attitude but answered while shoving his back.

“It’s Yuriel.”

“Aha, so it’s Yuriel. Your last name?”

“I don’t have one, I don’t have parents.”

“I see. Yuriel, an orphan from the Grand Duchy of Mogris… Good. I have everything I need to know, so let’s get going.”

The man, who muttered something while looking in her direction, smiled and finally began walking forward.

_-_-_