《Make It Impossible To Run Away》


 Chapter 1

    The devil said, ¡°There are four knights who are eager for you.¡±


    There is a man who rides a golden horse, and his name is Conquest.


    There is a man who rides a white horse, and his name is Famine.


    There is a man who rides a blue horse, and his name is War.


    There is a man who rides a black horse, and his name is Death.


    Conquest will pretend to be subservient.


    Famine will pretend to be full.


    War will pretend to be peaceful.


    And Death will pretend to breathe in the warmth of sunlight while lingering among winged creatures.


    You will be the cause of their despair.


    So, child!


    Whisper to the blowing wind, the rising ground, and the flowing water.


    ¡®What do you have clutched in your hands?¡¯


    The sound of wind piercing through the darkness was as loud as the sound of a beast shot by an arrow, running around aimlessly.


    It was not the man¡¯s fault that the bonfire, which was used to drive out the insects crawling along the cave walls, had extinguished. With this in mind, Legria bit her dry bottom lip and curled her body a little closer to herself.


    She did that in hopes that the things that stung her skin would stick to it a little less.


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Darkness without a single glint of light makes one weak, something she wasn¡¯t aware of before.


    It was something she didn¡¯t even need to know. Regardless of how dark it was, she resided in a place where light always existed.


    Did she miss that time?


    ¡®Well, I don¡¯t know about that. One thing for sure, this land is unbearable and I hate it.¡¯


    When the tears that had been swallowed surfaced once again, rather than crying, Legria looked at the back of the man in front of her, who seemed to be on guard.


    A slight heat emanated from him. The fire that lit her surroundings had disappeared, so she could only trace his outline with her eyes.


    But she knew the scars that engraved the man¡¯s naked back.


    Also, she could tell by the temperature of his body that the scarred giant man wouldn¡¯t run away, leaving her helpless and alone.


    Based on the temperature emanating from someone, she could identify the varying degrees of danger. It was the only ability Legria had.


    Legria might have gone crazy a long time ago if she hadn¡¯t learned to distinguish such things.


    In an unfamiliar world, distinguishing between a trustworthy person and an enemy is the same as discerning the difference between sugar and salt.


    In fact, she once wondered how great it would be if all situations were easy to distinguish.


    But it was just a useless expectation, so she let it go.


    The man was silent. Feeling restless, she opened her eyes and remained quiet.


    The man was examining the extinguished bonfire and half-burned firewood when he suddenly grew tense and stood up.


    ¡®Is there something out there?¡¯


    It doesn¡¯t matter if it¡¯s human, devil, or beast. For Legria, it was the same.


    An unwelcome opponent.


    The man disappeared in an instant to find out what it was. Left alone, Legria covered her mouth with her hands in fear that the sound of her breathing would cause her to be caught by whatever was outside.


    She wanted to crawl into the deepest part of the cave and hide.


    But the man had once explained how it was a bad idea. One of the easiest ways to catch a fugitive is to smoke out a cave, making it impossible to breathe.


    If that happened, you would be caught off guard with no choice but to come out.


    Then it would be over.


    Therefore, it¡¯s better to stay at the entrance of the cave and quietly watch for the pursuers.


    Legria knew nothing about escaping pursuers, so she had no choice but to agree.


    In any case, the man was strong, a warrior, and an enemy of the beings she sought to escape from.


    The enemy of an enemy is a friend.


    Even if you can¡¯t be friends, you could become partners, and gain an ally you could trust for a while.


    First of all, this man was fundamentally different from her. She is a stranger to the world itself, but the man is only a stranger to the empire¡­


    ¡°!¡±


    At some point, the man had returned from checking the surrounding area and was standing in front of her.


    Her eyes widened in surprise by his sudden appearance. Legria stood up awkwardly, sweeping away the goosebumps on her arms.


    When the man looks down at her like that, she knows what he¡¯s trying to do.


    He¡¯s the man who protects her. The man who helps her avoid her chasers.


    The immense male may want one thing, but luckily he wasn¡¯t a bully. He wasn¡¯t the type to sleep with just anyone.


    ¡®Didn¡¯t he say that act was reserved for one woman?¡¯


    It¡¯s the honor and pride of their tribe to have one companion for life. So regardless of how shameless Legria is now, lying down with her legs stretched out, he would not force himself upon her.


    The man didn¡¯t want her to spread her legs in exchange for help. Even though his gaze was full of heat¡­.


    ¡°We have to go.¡±


    ¡°Understood.¡±


    It was a short conversation. Legria didn¡¯t cry nor did she complain about the lack of sleep.


    He leads and she follows. That was the only rule that existed between them.


    While the man quickly cleared up the traces of the bonfire, Legria rubbed her swollen feet and blisters before putting on her shoes, tightening the shoelaces, and standing up.


    ¡®It hurts.¡¯


    The mind-numbing pain made her hands shake, but she was more afraid of being caught and dragged back there.


    To be exact¡­ She was terrified of being thrown at his feet.


    ¡®He¡¯s not a good person.¡¯


    Legria had met him before she knew how to differentiate the energy she felt in humans. At first, she believed him to be a good person. After that, she tried to force herself into believing he wasn¡¯t that bad.


    But that wasn¡¯t the case. He wasn¡¯t human, just masquerading as one.


    ¡°We¡¯ll go here. Northwest.¡±


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    At the man¡¯s whisper, Legria limped and clenched her teeth as she walked. The man glanced at her, sighed, and leaned down.


    ¡°Get on my back.¡±


    ¡°I can walk on my own¡­¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ll be caught.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    She was filled with embarrassment and fear, anxiety and nervousness. And more than anything, she felt ashamed and pity for the man.


    Legria didn¡¯t know she would be this incompetent. Even in the world she lived in, she was nothing more than a human, but she didn¡¯t think she would be useless even here.


    The knowledge she had learned while struggling to be recognized by her family and trying to follow her younger half-brother¡¯s words was of no use here.


    ¡®Even this fragile body is not mine.¡¯


    Her deep red hair scattered over the man¡¯s shoulder.


    Legria hastily arranged her hair in fear of tickling him, regretting that she hadn¡¯t cut it before.


    ¡®It¡¯s all because of him.¡¯


    The innkeeper never cut her hair because he said he liked her long hair. There were never any sharp blades within her reach. Not even the knife that was supposed to be at her place at the table.


    Legria never believed his reasoning for denying her anything sharp, but upon further reflection, she could see the truth.


    The person summoned before her had gone on a rampage with a knife.


    ¡°¡­Thank you.¡±


    The man lifted his chin as he gently carried Legria on his back.


    The next moment all she felt was the wind.


    Regardless of the obstacles, the man ran through the forest at a speed that surpassed that of humans.


    Legria quickly bowed her head as tree branches scraped her cheek.


    Her nose touched the nape of the man¡¯s neck, which was covered with small drops of sweat. Such contact was unavoidable. If she didn¡¯t hold onto him properly, she would be seriously injured if she fell off.


    Legria wasn¡¯t a stupid woman.


    ¡®The smell of fire¡­¡¯


    His muscles were tense and his neck smelled unpleasant.


    She could feel the warmth of the bright sun and they were surrounded by vast meadows full of livestock grazing on grass. There was nothing blocking the scent of the burning embers or the cool wind. And the restrained strength of those who know the joy of keeping such a daily life.


    There is a tribe of men with nineteen clans called ¡®Tuak¡¯, which means ¡®fighting to protect¡¯ in an ancient language.


    They do not trample on others because they are strong, but want to protect others with that power.


    This is why the man kept his promise to her. If he had left her the moment he was freed and ran away on his own, he would have already escaped the forest.


    But the man didn¡¯t break his promise and protected the useless Legria.


    ¡®If there¡¯s a tribe that this man protects, I¡¯d like to depend on it.¡¯


    But she couldn¡¯t. Because her existence itself would be an annoyance.


    In addition to political issues¡­


    She would not be welcome there. Rather, it only puts the man who helped her in danger.


    ¡®I don¡¯t want to cause him any more trouble.¡¯


    So, she would use the man¡¯s help to get out of this forest.


    ¡®After that, I have to live on my own. In this terrible world¡­alone.¡¯


    Legria dropped her head in a daze. When she placed her cheek on his shoulder, she could feel the muscles twitching.


    ¡®I¡¯m sure it¡¯s annoying. You¡¯re probably wondering how far I walked to get to the point where I can¡¯t even move on my own, but I also wanted to do well.¡¯


    Forest of Divinity. Sinhwangcheong. Sinseong. A language she didn¡¯t know and spices she had never tasted. So many rules, rules, rules.


    And¡­


    Legria looked up at the sky. Four crescent moons can be seen through the overhead verdancy. The moons, which would fit perfectly if they overlapped, adorned the night sky like a flower.


    Of course, it was a sight you couldn¡¯t see on Earth.


    Even if Legria returned to her original world, she had no family waiting for her.


    Even if she got out of here, there was no place for her in this world.


    But Legria had to leave.


    Even if she couldn¡¯t go back to where she originally lived and had to survive in this land, it wasn¡¯t safe here.


    That¡¯s why Legria made this perilous escape. By releasing this man, who had been captured, locked up, and treated as subhuman.


    ¡°It¡¯s dangerous!¡±


    For a moment, chills went down her spine. The man leaned down at the same time as she shouted.


    The wind carried evil energy.


    Boom!


    An arrow struck the tree one step ahead, causing it to shake violently. It was an expensive kind with gold feathers at the end.


    An item that only the Crown Prince could use. He even possessed the strength that could end the life of the strongest of demons.


    If he hadn¡¯t recognized the danger in time¡­


    If he hadn¡¯t been on the same level as the Crown Prince because he was the most powerful warrior in the Tuak tribe¡­ She may have tumbled off and gotten caught in no time.


    She didn¡¯t want to imagine what would have happened after that.


    Legria clung to the man¡¯s neck with all her might and closed her eyes tightly while wiping away the drops of blood flowing down her cheek with the back of her hand.


    ¡®If there is a god, please help me just once today.¡¯


    Today marks the half-year anniversary since she was forcibly summoned to this ridiculous world.


    Today, according to the plan of those who summoned her here, Legria should have been screaming in the prince¡¯s bed.


    She was a virgin sacrifice and her purity was an offering.


    Day by day, waiting for her end to come, Legria thought she would go mad.


    But instead of that, Legria was running away on the back of another man.


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    And this for sure¡­would provoke the Crown Prince.


    ¡°If you¡¯re going to run away, make sure you hide well. Don¡¯t let a hair show. If I catch you, I¡¯ll crush your ankles and sow my seed until your belly is swollen.¡±


    The languid yet calm voice of the hunter lingered in her ears.


    The prince¡¯s trackers had been chasing her for 13 days.


    Legria was gradually losing her patience.

 Chapter 2

    * * * * Trigger Warning ¨C Mentions of s*ic*de * * * *


    Eyeballs moved under the tightly pressed eyelids. It was Celine, an apprentice priest, who was sitting in his seat, yawning loudly.


    ¡°Uh? Huh?¡±


    Thump!


    The sound of an object falling to the floor was deafening. She was often punished for her frivolous behavior. Today¡¯s duty to protect the sick,corpse-like bodies of the ¡®Thorglorins¡¯ was a punishment for her actions yesterday when she spilled water from a vase in the same hallway the Archbishop would walk down.


    No, despite her accident, an apprentice priest would never be assigned the duty of guarding the Thorglorin. The punishment was just an excuse for Celine to return to work.


    Although the seven vessels inside the coffins were still alive, they were no longer useful.


    It was widely rumored that the summoning prayer ceremony held by the Shinhwangcheong for 1,000 days had regretfully failed.


    Since 700 years ago, when the system called ¡®Thorglorin¡¯ was established in order to summon ¡®saints¡¯ in a more stable and reliable way, it had never failed to summon one.


    However, even after a week had passed since the ceremony, there was no response from any of the prepared vessels.


    As a result, the public¡¯s opinion, that the prepared vessels were not to the liking of the Holy One, was gradually gaining strength.


    According to the rules, Celine, someone in the lowest rank, couldn¡¯t even go near the Thorglorin. Even sitting and guarding like this was something that could only be done by someone of the highest rank.


    When Celine overheard that they were going to wait until tomorrow and then send the vessels back to their families, she realized why she had been assigned this duty.


    It is the glorious duty of an apostle of God to protect the coffins of the Thorglorin.


    However, if it had been decided to return them, it didn¡¯t matter who watched over the vessels.


    All the priests and clerics were now solely on ¡®the newly selected vessel¡¯.


    However, as she sat, pinching her thighs to keep herself, she never expected to witness such an amazing sight.


    ¡°I am a holy man!¡±


    Shouting rang through the hallway. Celine shrugged her shoulders, her drowsiness disappearing in an instant.


    ¡®Tomorrow, everyone will be jealous of me. I can¡¯t believe I personally saw the arrival of a holy man! I¡¯m only an apprentice!¡¯


    Celine knew she would be proud of this moment for nearly 10 years. When she pulled hard on the rope attached to the emergency bell, there was a dinging sound.


    ¡°The chosen vessel is the crazy¡­! Ahem! I mean¡­ This lady is the beloved daughter of Rohermel from the Summerfence!¡±


    With those words, the temple turned upside down.


    It was an unfamiliar ceiling.


    She had no idea there were people with the ability to grasp a situation within three seconds of opening their eyes until she read about it in a novel. In uncertain situations, those bold and smart individuals still managed to speak with confidence, unlike herself.


    However, reality was quite different from the books she read.


    When she first awoke and found herself dressed in what appeared to be a piece of cloth with no patterns or seams, she had trouble grasping the situation.


    Her mental state was the cause of her confusion along with her dull senses, skewed perception, and the overwhelming sensation of being adrift at sea on a broken raft.


    Thanks to the lack of strength in her arms, and the stiffness in her legs, she was unable to move her limbs. In addition, she had difficulties trying to speak since her throat was extremely sore.


    She couldn¡¯t tell if she was alive, on the verge of death, or already dead, but the conclusion was the same. She was completely immobile. Her eyelids were so heavy, making the task of blinking even a few times extremely difficult.


    [Are you okay? Oh yes! I learned that I need to massage your arms immediately upon Advent. You don¡¯t feel any sensation in your body, do you? Don¡¯t worry, that¡¯s completely normal. The soul and body are still separated, but in a few days, you¡¯ll feel fine. In the meantime, allow me to assist you!]


    ¡®What language are you speaking?¡¯


    A girl with amber eyes and brown curly hair appeared out of nowhere, speaking animatedly in an unknown language.


    The girl resembled a puppy, leading her to believe she was harmless and feeling a little less wary.


    ¡®I don¡¯t even have the strength to be vigilant.¡¯


    The only thing she could manage was a frown. Her mouth was overly dry and each time she attempted to swallow, the piercing pain in her throat worsen.


    ¡®Are you a nurse? Or a¡­caregiver? She looks to be about fifteen. Whoever she is, could she at least offer some water first?¡¯


    ¡®I can¡¯t understand her words, perhaps she can understand me?¡¯


    Thoughts flew through her tired mind, but no words came from her lips. Only the sound of heavy breathing.


    ¡®Where the hell am I?¡¯


    [In a little while, the Archbishop will come! Your Highness, the Crown Prince may come first. He just so happened to be here! By the way, out of all the others¡­ Why did you¡­ Did you choose your body? There are so many beautiful bodies¡­ Ah! But I¡¯m not saying that you¡¯re ugly! You are very beautiful! It¡¯s just that crazy girl¡­ Ahem! Because it is the body of¡­.]


    The girl chatted away about something. Judging from her appearance, perhaps the girl was from a country in Eastern Europe.


    Her language and accent weren¡¯t English, German, or French. It was also different from Arabic, a language she was pushed to learn in order to improve herself.


    She couldn¡¯t figure out what language the girl was speaking.


    In addition, the girl¡¯s attire appeared to be some sort of uniform, which could be an indication of her status or work. She felt strangely calm because she fully expected an adult to come and explain everything.


    Or perhaps she was using the calmness to distract herself.


    She stared at the very unfamiliar ceiling with indifference. There was some magnificent artwork painted on it, but it wasn¡¯t something she had ever seen before. Of course, it wasn¡¯t the kind of art found in a hospital either.


    The room was also absent of the typical smell of disinfectant that was unique to hospitals. Rather, the scent around her was light, yet very stimulating.


    To put it simply, it was similar to the scent that was often found in massage parlors.


    An aroma that makes you feel at ease.


    ¡®I need to stay calm and try to recall my last memory. First¡­ I don¡¯t remember having an accident.¡¯


    The last thing she remembered was the sound of crying. It was an annoying cry.


    ¡°It¡¯s all your fault! Go away, it¡¯s annoying!¡±


    It was her younger brother, who was crying and pushing me away.


    As a child, who could do whatever he pleased, being unable to travel due to the global epidemic was unbearable, and his complaints grew worse day by day.


    ¡®What happened after that?¡¯


    At some point, she had grown tired of hearing his cries and left the house to walk around aimlessly.


    ¡®Then?¡¯


    ¡°¡­ ¡­ .¡±


    Although she could fully open her eyes, her eyesight was still blurry.  After blinking a few times, her mind became a little clearer, but she still couldn¡¯t recall everything.


    Other than a flash of light.


    ¡®First, I have to ask someone to tell me where I am.¡¯


    She also wanted to know the reason for her state and why she couldn¡¯t get up.


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    No, actually, she had a more pressing question.


    ¡®Is this a hospital that provides assisted suicide?¡¯


    Her mother, a world-famous pianist, was a heartless person.


    She was always in pursuit of perfection, so she couldn¡¯t admit that she gave birth to an incompetent and talentless daughter.


    Fortunately, a few years later, her younger brother was born and blessed with all the talents her mother had wanted her to have. Once that became apparent, her mother began to look at her with a frosty gaze.


    As the years passed by, she often found living too painful to bear. Perhaps came here on her own accord to beg for assisted suicide


    She recalled being on the edge of a cliff, pushed to the point of contemplating an absurd idea.


    In any case, she lived in Switzerland, supporting her rich, talented mother, and caring for her younger brother.


    A country where assisted suicide was perfectly legal.


    However, when she tried to ask that important question, her lips refused to move. The girl continued to firmly massage her arms and chatter incessantly.


    [Such an odd expression.]


    It was then.


    A languid yet relaxed voice filled the room, erasing the echoing sound of multiple footsteps around her.


    [Are you awake?]


    The moment she heard the voice, it gave her butterflies, her legs felt numb, and her mouth went dry.


    She had heard plenty of people with good voices, but none as wonderful as this.


    [Why did you choose Summerfence? Thanks to you, I now have a headache.]


    He was a young man.


    Based on appearance, he seemed to be a high-ranking figure.


    Also, the girl, whose name she still did not know, was blushing and bowing.


    ¡®Why is there a man here all of a sudden?¡¯


    It was only natural for her to be concerned about whether something difficult was going to happen to her.


    While she was able to move her fingertips, she still couldn¡¯t sit up or move her limbs, so she had no choice but to lay there. Lifting her anxious gaze, she tried to focus on the man.


    ¡°¡­ ¡­ !¡±


    For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.


    Although she wasn¡¯t looking at him directly, his beautiful platinum hair filled her vision, glimmering like pure melted gold.


    The contrast between his tanned complexion and golden eyelashes¡­.


    His clothing seemed like royal formal attire, but it fits perfectly. A white uniform with gold epaulets and a red belt.


    The man had such an overwhelming presence. If at that very moment, he claimed to be a king, she would have accepted it immediately.


    [But there¡¯s nothing to worry about. As long as you¡¯re mine, I will increase your value.]


    One side of the bed sank down as he took a seat. When his large hand stretched out towards her, she flinched in response.


    Of course, it would be a frightful situation to have a strange man, who was larger than her, evade her personal space. After many years and countless lessons, her reaction was a conditioned response.


    Especially in a situation where she couldn¡¯t move and was forced to lie down. It would be even stranger if she wasn¡¯t afraid.


    [You dare to avoid my touch? How unpleasant.]


    Contrary to his words, he paused at her reaction, his hand moving away slightly. Then, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her chin, jerking her forward.


    The force of his grip was strong as if he was trying to crush her jaw. His actions were like a switch, forcing her to awaken to the reality she had been trying to turn away from.


    She was in an unknown place with a man she didn¡¯t know.


    ¡®I don¡¯t understand why you¡¯re doing this.¡¯


    Furthermore¡­.


    ¡®What is my name?¡¯


    Ji-ing.


    At that moment, her head began to throb painfully. She wanted to pull away, but the man had no intention of letting her go.


    At the same time, his scent began to overwhelm her senses.


    It was similar to the scent already present in the room, but heavier, which made it hard to breathe.


    Subsequently, her body felt heavier as if gravity was weighing her down.


    While under the influence of his intoxicating scent, she was overcome with the desire to succumb to his will.


    It was such a humiliating feeling.


    His essence was a captivating mixture of sandalwood, vanilla, and herbs. The scent of the land, where thousands of bones were buried.


    It was the scent of conquest, along with the spicy citrus aroma of laurel wreaths¡­


    [Send the flute to Rohermel. The poisonous weed that took root in the Summer garden has finally bloomed. Tell him that he did a great job cleaning up after his daughter and has sold her for the best price.]


    [Ahem, Your Highness, the Crown Prince. Do you really want to say that¡­? The Duke of Rohermel¡­]


    [Relay the message without any discrepancies. Otherwise, I will twist your neck.]


    The harshness of his tone was unsettling to hear, causing her to flinch.


    His raised brows made his expression appear intimidating. He didn¡¯t look insidious or vicious, but he did seem ferocious enough to crush people.


    And above all, those eyes¡­


    His eyes resembled those of a wild beast. A predator waiting for the opportunity to attack and devour its prey. The effect of the golden gaze captivated and paralyzed her.


    She knew instinctively that it would be unwise to go against him.


    Her intuition told her that anyone with eyes like his was dangerous.


    He lived a life without any uncertainty. For him, it was natural to rule, control, and possess others.


    The kind of person she hated the most.


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    A chauvinist, born with the world at his feet.


    ¡°¡­ ¡­ .¡±


    The man held up a transparent water bottle, and suddenly all the accumulating unfavorable feelings she had for him dissipated.


    [Would you like something to drink?]

 Chapter 3

    It was an arrogant tone.


    Noticing her startled eyes, the man grinned. That was the first time his sharp eyes contained a smile.


    As the man watched her eyes follow the bottle of water with intrigue, he took a drink from the bottle.


    ¡®So, he wasn¡¯t offering me some water?¡¯


    She was a little frustrated.


    ¡®How am I supposed to communicate that I need some water when I can¡¯t move at all?¡¯


    As she struggled, she never expected the man to lean over and gently open her mouth by pressing his thumb against her chin.


    ¡°Mmm¡­ !¡±


    Instantly, water dripped into her mouth through his hot lips.


    It was such a bold touch.


    Her whole body stiffened in surprise, but nevertheless, she was very happy to finally have water and swallowed as quickly as it flowed into her mouth.  As she drank the water, his tongue slid into her mouth as well.


    The sensation of her tongue being entangled with his was very strange.


    It was the first time she had ever experienced anything of the sort. From the way his tongue persistently circled hers, to the gentle sweep along the roof of her mouth, all of it was very unfamiliar.


    It felt like he was taking her breath away. She tried to pull away, but her body wouldn¡¯t listen.


    Due to the effects of the unfamiliar scent, her body was being weighed down by an invisible force.


    ¡®I can¡¯t breathe.¡¯


    Her heart was racing, and her vision was blurry. Her fingers trembled as she gripped the bed sheets helplessly.


    It was as if she was losing her mind to the overwhelming scent.


    The dizzying sensation added to her distress and caused her to become delirious.


    What felt even stranger than being deeply kissed by an unknown man, was the brutal energy that rushed into her.


    ¡®What is this?¡¯


    She had never been in a relationship because she had spent her entire life caring for her younger brother and acting like his maid.


    This is no ordinary kiss.


    It wasn¡¯t just their tongues entwining, it was a strange feeling, as if a piece of their souls had entwined.


    ¡°Ah!¡±


    Her stomach strained from shortness of breath. She started trembling, fearing that she was about to die, but then the man pulled away for a moment.


    [You don¡¯t know how to use your tongue.]


    She thought that was the end, but she was wrong.


    The kiss was long and persistent. The blonde man poured water into her mouth and ravaged her unresponsive lips over and over again.


    When she stared at him with resentment in her eyes, his lips twisted in amusement, but he didn¡¯t look at all embarrassed or apologetic.


    ¡®He must be crazy.¡¯


    [Legria.]


    ¡°!¡±


    [From this moment forth, your name will be Legria.]


    After a spell of kissing, which had relentlessly stolen every last bit of oxygen, a single word was spoken in a satisfied tone.


    Even if she couldn¡¯t understand his words, she recognized what was being conveyed in his tone. Just as a poor man recognized food or a starving beast recognized a crippled prey.


    Yes, that¡¯s when it started.


    The life she had worked hard to build, though perhaps insignificant, began to crumble to pieces.


    It was on the day he decided that her name was Legria.


    The unruly blond man was a terribly handsome madman.


    It was the only way to describe his appearance. Even his fierce eyes and arrogant attitude, like he had the world under his feet, didn¡¯t detract from his looks.


    It¡¯s probably because everyone thinks it natural for men to act this way.


    To be honest, I¡¯ll admit that I nearly lost my head at first sight of the madman¡¯s face, but I quickly regained my senses.


    If I hadn¡¯t been forced to kiss him, I might have been mesmerized by his face.


    But I could see his true nature.


    His exterior is a sham.


    Had it not been for him, I would have found a way to escape and run away.


    ¡°Legria.¡±


    ¡°Leg¡­ria.¡±


    ¡°Rahik Barakiel Belligreum.¡±


    ¡°Rah¡­ik.¡±


    After a few days, one thing became clear.


    He was persistent. He pointed in my direction and called me Legria several times. Then he gestured to himself and said, ¡°Rahik.¡± He did this until I understood that those words were actually names.


    While I was aware my name had become ¡®Legria¡¯, I also knew it wasn¡¯t my original name.


    However, there was a problem with my memory. Regardless of how hard I tried, I couldn¡¯t remember my real name. Nor could I recall my own appearance or even the sound of my voice.


    In spite of that, there was one thing I was certain of. I¡¯d had black hair that had never been dyed.


    But now my hair is red. It¡¯s red enough that there was no sign of the previous darkness.


    I grabbed my hair, gesturing towards it with a pointed finger, and asked how this happened, but no one gave an answer.


    So, there was nothing I could do. For now, I had no choice but to use the name Legria.


    The man, Rahik, called me Legria, and all the women around me did the same.


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    The women appeared to be either in their twenties, like the first girl I met, or older.


    They walked with their heads slightly bowed and their footsteps were always silent. They seldom smiled and never spoke unless spoken to.


    The girl I met on the first day seemed to be an unusual case.


    Based on her attire, I knew she was an employee here since they all wore the same uniform. Regardless, she didn¡¯t feel like a nurse or caregiver.


    Attendant.


    I can¡¯t think of any other words to describe them.


    ¡°Legria.¡±


    Fortunately, after my first day, Rahik didn¡¯t do such a shameful thing again.


    That day, my body didn¡¯t move how I wanted, and my mind was so confused that I couldn¡¯t respond. If he tried that again, I would bite his tongue, but thankfully it didn¡¯t come to that.


    Instead, he was strangely obsessed with me. To be precise, he was obsessed ¡®in a strange way¡¯.


    When I opened my eyes each morning, the attendants wearing matching uniforms would arrive to wash and dress my stiff body.


    Then, they would massage my body.


    After that, it was meal time, and Rahik had breakfast in the bedroom every day. Sitting closely, he would recommend trying this and that, but I didn¡¯t like the taste, so I nibbled at what was placed in front of me.


    I wanted to eat the food that he has put his sincerity into having prepared for me, but there was nothing I could do about my lack of appetite.


    It¡¯s been five days since I started living in this unknown place.


    On the first day, I could barely move my arms, but over the next 3-4 days, I was able to sit up on a soft cushioned bed or sofa. However, I still couldn¡¯t walk on my own or stand on my feet. Someone had to carry me from place to place. There was no sensation in my toes either.


    An elderly woman with glasses, who seemed to be a doctor, came in every afternoon for a few minutes to examine me. When she left, the attendants rubbed my legs, but to no avail. At least the experience was nice.


    It¡¯s not like I didn¡¯t make any secret effort to stand up out of frustration for my situation, but it was too difficult to stand up from the bed on my own.


    Moreover, if the sound in the room changed even in the slightest, the attendants would burst through the door and barge in.


    At first I was worried, but now I¡¯m convinced. This was surveillance.


    A moderate form of surveillance.


    Which made it inconvenient to eat.


    What¡¯s worse, the food didn¡¯t even taste good. I don¡¯t know what this bitter and strangely sour spice is, but it¡¯s neither salt nor pepper, and it¡¯s sprinkled on every dish, which makes it difficult to swallow.


    To put it simply, it¡¯s like mixing ground millet and coriander with lemon juice, then adding Caesar dressing with a strong cheesy taste along with three drops of truffle oil.


    It appeared to be a part of the local cuisine, so I had no choice but to eat it. Thankfully, Rahik noticed my struggle and the torture only lasted for a day or two.


    Since it was difficult to swallow, I chose only grilled vegetables and thin soup, while avoiding the spice as much as possible.


    Rahik watched, his gaze growing colder day by day, but it couldn¡¯t be helped.


    [They say you should be concerned when a pet refuses to eat, but what kind of nonsense is this?]


    Lost in his thoughts, Rahik sighed deeply as I sat motionless with a spoon. The sigh was so clear that I couldn¡¯t help but flinch¡­ Surprisingly, it didn¡¯t bother me.


    [Now I see. You are truly a picky girl.]


    Rahik reached out and took the spoon held between my fingers. Perhaps he noticed that I didn¡¯t want to eat any more.


    Fortunately, he didn¡¯t look angry, but he seemed to be extremely nervous that I would starve if I didn¡¯t eat all the food I was given.


    [Even so, since you have already been in the body for five days, perhaps I can start feeding you fruit.]


    ¡®It¡¯s frustrating not being able to understand you when you¡¯re stroking my cheek with your thumb and whispering in a friendly tone. Even if you¡¯re saying, ¡®You have to eat and gain weight,¡¯ I wouldn¡¯t know.¡¯


    After the meal ended, Rahik didn¡¯t move, so I couldn¡¯t move either.


    The servants standing by the wall quickly removed the dishes and soon the table was empty.


    As I stared blankly at the empty space, suddenly the sun brightened and warmed the room.


    It was one less thing I had to worry about since the sun rises here as well.


    I still don¡¯t know which country this is, or where it¡¯s located on the map, but it doesn¡¯t seem to be near the equator. Without a warm coat, the temperature was cold enough to give you goosebumps.


    I also learned that there was a dark forest outside this structure. No matter where I looked, there seemed to be no other buildings around. And the way people treated me was very intense.


    When I was able to sit up, I questioned everyone I saw, but no matter who I asked or which language I used, everyone just tilted their heads in confusion.


    Korean, English, German, and French. I even tried to throw in Latin and Arabic, which I didn¡¯t know well, but they all failed. Judging from the pronunciation, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s Spanish either.


    Even when I raised my hand and made the universal sign for a phone so I could make a call with a cell phone or pay phone, no one understood me. They weren¡¯t pretending and genuinely seemed bewildered. After trying a few times, I decided to give up temporarily.


    I wanted to see a map, so I opened a book, pretending to read, but it was full of characters I couldn¡¯t comprehend.


    The gentlest form of isolation.


    However, I was able to maintain my sanity to some extent, thanks to the women, who treated me well despite my ignorance of the language.


    ¡®Is this private land or his private property?¡¯


    I decided to set aside the ¡®How did I get here?¡¯ questions for now. I just wish I knew where I was.


    While this clearly wasn¡¯t a hospital, it also didn¡¯t seem like I had been kidnapped for neferious purposes nor were they trying to do anything illegal to me. For now¡­


    Surprisingly, there are still regions in foreign countries where the balance of power is maintained by a title system. Perhaps this is one of those places¡­


    ¡°Legria.¡±


    His white gloved finger brushed my cheek. I couldn¡¯t understand the words that followed, but I knew he wanted my attention. When I lifted her head, something cold and moist suddenly touched my lips.


    It smelled sweet like fruit.  When I parted my lips, a slice of strawberry slipped in, along with his fingers.


    Again.


    This is what I consider to be strange behavior.


    [That¡¯s right.]


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    After rubbing the tip of my tongue with his finger, he pulled his hand away and took off the glove. Then repeated his previous actions again.


    Using his index finger, he gently stroked my tongue from the tip to the back. I really wish he would stop this behavior because it was difficult to endure the tingling sensation that traveled up my spine each time it happened. It tickles, but I can¡¯t tell where.


    ¡®This¡­ It¡¯s like he has a tongue fetish!¡¯

 Chapter 4

    ¡®Why are you caressing someone¡¯s tongue with excitement on your handsome face?¡¯


    Rahik seemed to enjoy this, the action bringing a slight smile to the corner of his lips. I didn¡¯t quite understand why he did this, but I was close to biting him.


    Clearly, Rahik stood at the center of power.


    He always wore a lavish uniform, equipped with medals on his chest. He sometimes wore fancy necklaces and brooches designed for men, but he only wore real jewels, not imitation stones.


    My mother and younger brother always received presents after concerts and events. Among them, it was normal to find jewels and precious metals.


    Most of them were real, but there were also fakes from time to time. It was part of my daily life to find and organize them. Thus, it was not difficult to identify the ruby embedded in his brooch today.


    If he had enough wealth to request a custom piece from a craftsman, he also had the means to bury a few people.


    I didn¡¯t want to even imagine how things would be if this place had been full of distrust or hatred, rather than the kindness and friendliness shown, despite the language barrier¡­


    It¡¯s not an exaggeration to say that my life is in Rahik¡¯s hands.


    ¡®The most important rule to follow during a kidnapping is to avoid provoking the kidnappers.¡¯


    The next rule would have been to not look at his face, but I had already crossed that bridge, so it was best to follow the first rule.


    ¡®After all, I just need to learn a little bit of the language here. Then find a way to escape¡­.¡¯


    I rarely found the opportunity to sort through my thoughts since I was falling asleep all the time. Regardless of the activity, I was always nodding off or already in dreamland.


    It didn¡¯t seem like I was being given sleeping pills, so maybe I¡¯m still not feeling well.


    ¡®Still, I feel much better today.¡¯


    So, I needed to investigate the situation as much as possible.


    If I can¡¯t speak the language, I should try to communicate using gestures.


    ¡°Where am I?¡±


    To express ¡®where¡¯, I held up my index finger, moving it back and forth.  To express ¡®here¡¯ I held out my hands, moving them in a circular motion.


    Meanwhile, Rahik was watching with a curious expression on his face, which fueled my courage. There¡¯s no way I¡¯m the only one frustrated with the lack of communication, Rahik had to be equally frustrated.


    ¡®The most hopeful assumption is that he possibly picked me up after an accident.¡¯


    And brought me to his place of residence.


    Naturally, I couldn¡¯t imagine why they had no knowledge of cell phones, but there were many such people in the world.


    In other words, there are certain individuals, with status similar to a count, who still ruled the territories inherited from generation to generation and live as if they are in the Middle Ages, away from civilization.


    Or just wanted to pretend to be something like this.


    Whatever happened, I planned to find out every last detail.


    ¡°Give me a piece of paper and a pen. I will draw pictures to ask my questions.¡±


    [A picture¡­ That¡¯s quite smart. I¡¯m not adverse to the idea of you being clever.]


    ¡°There must be some paper. It¡¯s very flat. Along with a pen¡­¡±


    What would my brother do in this situation? He would probably cry and make a fuss. Something I had learned to not do through extensive emotional control training.


    ¡®You must hide your emotions and never be shaken. Since you¡¯re not a prodigy, at the very least you can control your feelings.¡¯


    ¡®Don¡¯t cry or laugh uncontrollably. What will you do if your younger brother loses the competition because he is influenced by you?¡¯


    ¡®Useless girl! I have told you over and over again that your brother is easily influenced by the feelings of the people around him! If you don¡¯t know how to do anything, then don¡¯t block your brother¡¯s path!¡¯


    The words were like scars that refused to fade away.


    My mother is a genius pianist. My younger brother is said to be a prodigy who will surpass our mother. On the other hand, I was the useless one.


    If she didn¡¯t want to see me, it would have been far better to send me somewhere to live on my own, but I didn¡¯t even have the freedom to move.


    ¡°I can¡¯t play the piano without my sister¡­¡±


    It was a shameful day when my younger brother returned from a competition without pressing any keys because I wasn¡¯t sitting next to him for the first time in his life. It was also my 14th birthday, but I spent it hiding and crying alone.


    From that day on, I lived under surveillance.


    I couldn¡¯t even get my driver¡¯s license, but my younger brother had multiple cars and was driving around excitedly.


    Every summer, I had to stay inside alone while my brother swam in the lake near our house.


    Because my only purpose was taking care of my brother.


    Perhaps that¡¯s why all of this didn¡¯t seem so awkward or crazy.


    Since I have been trained to control my emotions, I was used to being moderately resigned and adapting myself to fit the situation. If the situation was like a glass cup, I could fold myself to fit. If it was like a wine glass, I could also spread myself just enough to not overflow¡­


    ¡®Ah.¡¯


    Suddenly, my mouth fell open.


    ¡®Why can I remember my family, but not my name?¡¯


    For a moment, I felt like I had been punched in the gut.


    I was obsessed with the memories of my life.


    Since I always needed to be devoid of emotions, I lived a life without much stimulation. In the end, there was no difference between yesterday and today.


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    The only difference between last year and this year is the diary I kept of my struggles to live each day in a slightly different way.


    I wrote in that diary and reread the entries. That¡¯s how I tried to give meaning to my humble life.


    If life is like a flower, I wanted to nurture it, even if it wasn¡¯t a gorgeous flower like a lily or a rose.


    ¡®It¡¯s okay, I will be pretty too.¡¯


    That was how I comforted myself.


    But now, it felt like all that effort was for nothing.


    I can¡¯t believe I have forgotten myself, but the memories of my family are so clear. It should be the other way around.


    ¡°Legria,¡± Rahik whispered softly. He sounded somewhat displeased.


    When I came to my senses, Rahik gave me a look of disapproval, and then spoke to the attendants standing around him.


    [Bring paper and quills. Bring the tea made with mormala leaves. She hasn¡¯t been taking it much these days, so the effects seem to be decreasing.]


    [Yes, Your Highness.]


    A moment later, textured paper, a quill pen, and a wooden bottle filled with ink was placed on the table.


    At first, I was shocked, but then I realized that the first successful communication had taken place.


    ¡®Now we¡¯re on the same page!¡¯


    So far, all my hand gestures and foot movements have been useless. However, after several days, my efforts had finally paid off, and something similar to emotion sprouted in my heart.


    The wooden ink bottle they brought was so elegant that my spirits were lifted in an instant.


    ¡°Do you happen to have a map or a globe? Where are we?¡±


    In an instant, I sketched out a world map on the paper and held it toward Rahik. I was unaware that my voice had risen with excitement due to this strange change.


    ¡°Of course, it¡¯s not Australia, and I don¡¯t think it¡¯s America either. Is it Eastern Europe? The Czech Republic? Romania? Or¡­ Bulgaria?¡±


    She didn¡¯t notice the heat that was buried deep in his gaze, as he watched her lips move.


    He hadn¡¯t replied for a while, but she continued to talk.


    ¡®It¡¯s nice to hear her speak.¡¯


    The burning pain in his throat felt as if he had swallowed the venom of a sylni.


    The sylni, a beast that uses its venom to melt its prey before swallowing it whole, has always been a major weapon in war.


    Rahik let out a low sigh as he unfastened the buttons of his collar that felt tight around his neck. His muscles were tense as if he was preparing for a battle and his pants were taut around his thighs.


    ¡°Excuse me, I would like a mirror.¡±


    She gazed at him with sparkling eyes. Rahik wondered what kind of hopes she had.


    ¡®You started wagging your tail the moment I gave you what you wanted¡­¡¯


    She was quite easy to deal with.


    Unlike the original owner of that body.


    ¡°I want to look at my face. I think I¡¯ll remember my name if I see my face¡­¡±


    The girl knew quite a few languages.


    It has long been proven through many studies that this earth and the divine world have similar structures. Just as the nobles of this land learn and master foreign languages ??for dignity, the ones of the divine realm did the same.


    So, by observing the holy ones for a few days to see how many languages ?? they used, it was possible to infer their origins and decide on their new position.


    In that respect, she was successful. She spoke at least four different sacred languages fluently and two or three additional languages were used clumsily.


    In this world, there were only two types of people who could use various languages, members of the royal family and linguists. Linguists, of course, were born aristocratic.


    If you were born into a cultured family in the divine realm, you could learn a great deal very quickly.


    In all honesty, it was dissatisfying that the body hailed from Roermel of the Summer Fence, but it worked out rather well for him. Now the Duke of Roermel, who had maintained neutrality like a mouse by using excuse after excuse, would certainly be drawn into the Crown Prince¡¯s faction.


    [On the ceremonial day, you will see a mirror in the Fountain of Holiness, so be patient.]


    It was cute how she was listening carefully to his words and trying to figure out what he was saying. The creases between her sharp eyes were also charming.


    ¡®I have never raised a pet, but if I did, would it be like this?¡¯


    Her damp, pale green eyes aroused a savage appetite within him.


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    Finally, he slowly fixed his gaze on her parted lips.


    ¡®What a cute little tongue.¡¯


    ¡°Rahik? Are you listening?¡±


    ***