[Odette] "There, Karl. All done." She brushed away the stray hairs clinging to his face and gave him a satisfied smile. The haircut was a complete success, looking quite handsome on him. Though she had done the work, she admitted to herself that it was his face that finished the look, rather than her own skill. [Odette] "You look even lovelier now that your eyes are visible." His frame was slightly thin, but he possessed a beautiful bone structure. His face, full of a certain

[Karl] "What?" [Karl] "The reason you want me so badly is because of my power, isn't it? The strength that the leader of the Fenrir clan possesses." She remained silent. [Karl] "Then why do you have no interest in the other Fenrir children? It is strange. Why is it that you only wish to possess me?" He spoke with an emotionless tone, as if pointing out a logical inconsistency that he could not grasp. The question caught her off guard, but hid peculiar way of speaking was even

She ordered Karl to dig one large pit and three smaller ones. She needed graves to bury the corpses that had been spat out by the Calamity. She considered the fact that he had only just received his sentence of slavery today. She had expected him to refuse her orders or feel a deep sense of humiliation, especially since he was once a Crown Prince. Yet, he followed her instructions with surprising compliance. As she watched him laboring with the shovel, she made a mental comma

The massive Calamity was already retching, spitting out the lifeless bodies it had devoured. It was a gruesome sign that the void had sated its hunger, having drained every drop of life force from its victims. [Karl] "No... No!" He lunged at the monster. He gripped the tip of its shimmering tongue as it vomited another mangled husk. While it usually took fifty trained soldiers to wound such a beast, Karl was the leader of the Fenrir. His strength was not human. With brute, te

The final child of the Fenrir clan, whom Odette had not yet met, burst into the shack. Theodore was taller than the others, his face twisted with suspicion as he clamped a hand onto Odette’s shoulder. [Theodore] "Who are you? Why is Lara on her knees before you?" Lara’s voice was frantic as she pleaded with him. [Lara] "Theo, stop! It’s Lady Odette! Quickly, bow with us! She is our savior!" At the mention of her name, Theodore’s expression turned predatory. [Theodore] "Why ar

The train station was more than just old; it was eerie. The wood was rotting, and not a single station employee was in sight. As she stepped onto the platform, a bright red warning sign caught her eye. ※Members Of The Fenrir Clan Are Forbidden From Using Main Roads※ The notice went on to explain that the Fenrir people were allowed only to travel through the sewers alongside the roads. That miserable excuse for a human being. She thought, her jaw tightening. How much more coul

Odette slipped out of the mansion before the first light of dawn. She made her way to Edelweiss Station, the capital’s central hub. Before she could head to the containment zone, there was one person she needed to see. The streets were silent, the hour far too early for even the cheapest hired carriages. After a long walk, she stopped in front of a modest boutique tucked between a flower shop and a coffee house. Madam Sarah’s Boutique Odette waited patiently. She knew the own

She stared into the darkness, her eyes raw and swollen. It hadn't been a dream. The experience had been too visceral, too real—as if she had been forced to live through her own death a second time. A wave of nausea washed over her. She wrapped her arms around her trembling frame, trying to ward off the phantom chill of the stairs. She could still feel the coldness of the blood leaking from her skull and the hollow, gut-wrenching realization of her own worthlessness. The traum

When she opened her eyes, a familiar desk came into view. It seemed she had fallen into a deep sleep while playing a game. Her left arm, which had been pinned under her weight, throbbed with a prickly numbness. Suwan wondered how long she had been out. She had been having a dream—vivid and intense—but the moment she tried to grasp the details, they vanished like mist, leaving her mind blank. A hair tie lay on the floor, having slipped off while she slept. As she pulled her da

Ferdinand’s motives were as transparent as glass. He was already irritated that Odette had been taken from his grasp, but discovering he was losing control over the household must have infuriated him. Now, he wanted his mother to understand exactly how it felt to lose everything. When he received the report that Odette was suffering from a lung ailment, his anger toward the Countess likely reached a breaking point. Seeing the Head Maid and the Housekeeper—women he once consid

The story of his past was a dark legend in the underworld. A sadistic noblewoman, easily bored with her toys, never kept a slave for more than six months. Every year, she organized a "boy hunt." On the first night of the Founding Festival, she used the thunderous roar of the fireworks to mask the sound of her rhythmic gunfire. He had barely escaped her hunting grounds, crawling into the filth of the slums. While lovers and families celebrated above, a fifteen-year-old Viktor

Odette, a woman whose elegance was matched only by her legendary pride, did not hesitate. She dropped to her knees on the grime-covered rooftop. [Odette] "Thank you for saving my life, Colonel König." [Viktor] "..." He stared down at the woman bowing before him, his mind blank with shock. What is this? He wondered if his eyes were failing him or if he had somehow fallen asleep while standing up. No noble had ever thanked him like this. Not even those whose lives he had saved

[Viktor] "They should have run faster. This isn't fun at all." He clicked his tongue. If they didn't put up a chase, what was the point? To pass the time, he grabbed two of the corpses and tossed them back into the wrecked carriage. Only then did he realize he was still holding the woman. She’s just hanging there like a corpse herself. I completely forgot she was even in my arms. It was unexpected. Usually, people were far more annoying when they were terrified. He had recogn

The driver’s voice drifted through the carriage door, dripping with forced concern. [Driver] "My Lady, there’s an issue with the wheel. Could you step outside for a moment?" The second she heard that tone, her instincts flared. Dammit. She knew that voice—the honeyed, high-pitched rhythm of a man about to betray someone. She had heard it a thousand times in her previous life. [Odette] "Very well. Give me a moment to put on my cloak." She answered calmly, her voice masking the

Gisela. In the world of The Only Savior, she was the unrivaled queen of con artists. With her astute eyes and a silver tongue, she possessed a supernatural talent for masquerading as a seer. In the original timeline, she had been Charlotte’s most powerful ally. She felt indebted to her because the heroine had provided a medicine that actually worked for her son. It was Gisela who had helped Charlotte, a commoner, bypass the Imperial Guard to purify the Crown Prince. Later, it