Rolling across the hard ground left Dianna bruised and aching. She knitted her brows and looked up at the man cradling her in his arms. [Guiscard] "Are you alright?" He supported her securely. [Dianna] "I am fine, aside from a few bruises." Because he had cushioned her fall, she was completely unhurt. Instead, she worried for him, who had absorbed the full impact. As she checked his body for injuries, she flinched under his fierce glare. [Guiscard] "You foolish lady." [Dianna

Rolling across the hard ground left Dianna bruised and aching. She knitted her brows and looked up at the man cradling her in his arms. [Guiscard] "Are you alright?" He supported her securely. [Dianna] "I am fine, aside from a few bruises." Because he had cushioned her fall, she was completely unhurt. Instead, she worried for him, who had absorbed the full impact. As she checked his body for injuries, she flinched under his fierce glare. [Guiscard] "You foolish lady." [Dianna

[Bill] "What the bloody hell are those things?!" His foul curse echoed through the air. The knights locked their eyes onto the oncoming undead. Once human, the creatures presented a horrific sight: severed arms, exposed bones, and rotting eyeballs dangling from their sockets. [Knights] "A-Aaaaagh!" [Knights] "Undead!" [Knights] "What insane sorcery is this?! In the middle of the capital?!" The boisterous shouting of the Vargrhati Order filled the hall, bringing Dianna an unex

The ropes binding her wrists dissolved into ash. She rose to her feet and struck the helpless Saruvia squarely across the cheek. [Saruvia] "Agh!" [Dianna] "What? Did you assume I would submit without resistance?" In that moment, She felt grateful to God. She had spared the version of Saruvia who possessed no memories of their past life, a choice she now knew was unequivocally correct. But if Saruvia had reclaimed those memories only to inflict harm upon her once more, Dianna

Night had fallen by the time Dianna opened her eyes. A throbbing ache pounded in her head as she sat up. Memories of the moments before her collapse resurfaced. Ah, Saruvia claimed she was pregnant, didn't she? Though absurd, the claim had shaken her to the point of fainting. How ridiculous must she have appeared to others? To Guiscard? [Dianna] "I must apologize." She rose from the bed. Reliving her past life in her dreams left a nagging ache in her head. She pulled the bell

Pregnant? Saruvia is carrying Guiscard's child? The revelation struck Dianna like a heavy blow, draining the color from her face. That can't be. I know full well it is impossible. Unlike the Guiscard of her past life, the present Guiscard focused solely on her. She truly trusted him, and yet... [Saruvia] "I am carrying His Majesty's child." Saruvia's phantom appeared behind the crowd, wearing a cruel smile as if she possessed all the world's love while crushing someone into t

Rosalia was a thirteen-year-old girl. As a daughter of the Islag ducal house, she received elite tutelage comparable to that of instructors at Neust Academy. She was fully aware of the icy tension between her parents. One truth remained unquestioned: her mother favored her older brother and her cousin, Oberon, far more than her. For a daughter of House Islag, winning affection required total obedience to her mother. Her father was perpetually busy, leaving the children entire

At daybreak, Dianna boarded the carriage. Perhaps out of consideration for her physical condition, Guiscard accelerated as gradually as possible. Consequently, the other dukes and ladies had already returned to Lodbrog. Inside the carriage, Dianna pondered Guiscard, specifically the man he had been in her past life. The Guiscard of her past life and the Guiscard of her present were the exact same person. Had he harbored feelings for her back then, just as he claimed now? If s

Guiscard restrained himself no longer. Stroking her leg before the bed, he dropped to his knees and reverently pressed his lips to the instep of her foot. Does he wish to become a slave? Does he want to return to being a slave? [Dianna] "Guiscard." Though she had expressed her desire, he refrained from pouncing on her like a beast. Locking eyes with a fervent gaze, he grasped her ankle and pressed his soft, supple lips to her skin. Flinching at the ticklish touch, Dianna atte

A drop of blood trickled down Tarascus' cheek, drawing a sharp cry from Adelheit. They had traveled to a desolate realm far from both the Holy See and the Lodbrog Kingdom. A land where the world's most grotesque aberrations slept. Beyond the mountain range, the barbarians' realm had long fallen to ruin. Even the wind blew with wicked malice. Trees resembled sharp thorns, and vegetation exhaled the sickly sweet fragrance of toxic blossoms as if seeking to drain the life from e

Being treated as a femme fatale who seduced even a dragon was utterly absurd. Preposterous. [Dianna] "That is ridiculous. Besides, he is just a child, five years old at most..." [Guiscard] "A child? Do you have any idea how long dragons live? Even a hatchling has lived over a century." [Dianna] "..." [Guiscard] "See? And this song proves it." He grumbled, the song of romance between a human and a dragon clearly grating on his nerves. Tarascus? That young dragon was enchanted

It was the day before the Pope was set to announce the primal ruins he had "discovered." He had calculated everything meticulously: which divine miracle to simulate, what words to utter, and which sacred vestments to wear. The movements condemning him seemed almost endearing by comparison. Those tiresome fools; he would discipline them with divine punishment later. He had even roughly decided how to execute their punishment. Yet as he stood up, an intuitive sense of wrongness