A freezing, bone-chilling liquid poured over Leon's head, shocking him awake. Cold water streamed down his face, soaking him to the skin. He coughed violently, the suffocating sensation leaving him momentarily breathless. Blinking hard, he opened his eyes, only to be confronted by a woman whose presence was nothing short of horrifying—a living embodiment of an evil witch from a dark fairy tale.
Her skin was waxy and ashen, etched with deep, uneven creases, as though time had cruelly carved its mark upon her. Her nose was sunken, her lips cracked, and her hair hung in disheveled, straw-like strands over her shoulders. Her half-lidded eyes glimmered with a frigid malice that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Awake, are we?" she rasped, her voice a grating, metallic screech-like nails on glass. She let out a hoarse, grating laugh. "If it weren’t for the fact that this ritual demands your consciousness, I wouldn’t have wasted a basin of my precious well water on you."
“Ritual? What ritual?” Leon wanted to ask, but before the words could form, the scene around him struck him dumb with terror.
He looked around, his scalp prickling with unease. This place bore no resemblance to anything he had ever encountered in reality; it felt more like hell.
The entire space was engulfed in darkness, with only a faint, blood-red glow flickering in the distance. In the dim light, strange symbols crawled across the walls, drawn in blood, emanating a foul, nauseating stench. The air was thick with the smell of damp decay like a long-forgotten tomb had been unearthed deep underground, releasing both the stench of death and a wave of malignant intent.
To his shock, he found himself bound to a massive wooden pillar. The wood was ancient and rough, scarred with cracks and stained with dark splotches, seemed like it had once been soaked in blood, and resembled a cursed sacrificial post.
His hands and feet were tightly bound with rough ropes. So harsh they felt like old hemp, and with every movement, they dug deeper into his skin, leaving painful indentations. He looked down and saw that the area around the wooden pillar was surrounded by burning candles, their flames flickering as they cast eerie, shifting shadows over the "altar" where he stood like he was trapped in a twisted dream.
Leon’s heart raced uncontrollably, his mind on the verge of shattering. Everything felt too absurd, yet too real. He forced himself to regain control, lifting his gaze to lock eyes with the woman. His voice trembled, laced with anger: "Who are you? Why did you bring me here? What are you trying to do?"
The woman paused her movements, tilting her head slightly as a sinister smile curled across her lips. "Who I am is none of your concern," she said slowly, drawing closer, each word dripping with malicious mockery. "Why are you taken here is none of your business either."
Leon glared at her with all his might, his breath growing more erratic, but the woman seemed completely indifferent to his fear. She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. It was sharp and grating, like a knife scraping against his eardrum. "However, I can tell you what I’m trying to do," she continued, her tone now cold and detached. "You’ve been sold. My master bought you, and I’m here to deliver you to him."
Leon’s body trembled with a mixture of rage and fear. He struggled with all his might, but the ropes were tighter than iron, binding him in a cruel grip. He had never felt so helpless, so utterly desperate. "You’re insane!" he shouted with all his strength, but his voice seemed small and insignificant in this eerie space.
The woman, however, paid no attention to him. She turned her back and walked toward the center of the altar, preparing for the ritual. Her arms lifted high above her head as she began chanting in a language he couldn’t recognize. The words were strange and sharp, like a blend of several languages, each syllable carrying an unnerving chill. As the chant grew faster, the air thickened with the heavy stench of blood, and the floor beneath him seemed to tremble, as though the very earth was being awakened by some unseen force.
"With blood as the offering, with souls as the guide, open the gate to the abyss..." she murmured, her voice filled with a fervent, almost fanatical devotion.
The flames of the surrounding candles suddenly turned green, flickering wildly, as if blown by an invisible wind, their light unstable and erratic. Leon felt a sudden drop in temperature, the chill seeping into his very bones and a heavy boulder had settled on his chest, making each breath a struggle, laboring through his lungs with increasing difficulty.
"Stop! Don’t... don’t do this!" Leon screamed, desperately writhing in his restraints. His voice was hoarse, his face flushed with exertion. Each breath felt like the claws of some wild beast tightening around his throat, suffocating him. His vision blurred, and the chant mixed with the crackling of the candles seemed to spiral together, creating a hellish symphony that shredded his nerves.
He could feel an invisible force slowly draining his life away, his lungs filling with the weight of sand and earth, each breath growing heavier, more painful. Cold sweat poured down his forehead in thick beads, but his limbs had lost all strength, leaving him powerless to resist, helpless as the darkness threatened to consume him.
In the final moment, the woman’s chant reached its peak, and a deep, thunderous sound suddenly reverberated through the space. The green flames shot up violently, and Leon’s consciousness was torn apart. He felt himself being dragged by some unseen force into an endless abyss. He tried to struggle, tried to scream, but all sound was devoured by the encroaching darkness. “Is this how I die? Am I going to die?”
A deep silence followed. Leon’s world plunged into complete darkness.
Leon slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness still struggling to clear the haze. His body ached with exhaustion, but everything around him was completely different from the cold, dark altar he had been in. The room wasn't brightly lit, but it was refined and luxurious. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was a far cry from the hellish space he had just left behind.
"Where am I?" he muttered softly, his head still heavy with confusion.
He lifted his hand and realized there were no restraints on his wrists, and his movements felt much freer than before. Had he been reborn? Or had he ended up in the "master's place" the witch had mentioned? He shook his head forcefully, trying to dismiss such absurd thoughts. But the scene that followed threw him into yet another shock.
As he tried to get out of bed, a cold sensation ran through his ankle. He looked down and saw a delicate iron chain securely fastened around his foot, the other end anchored to the bedpost. The chain made a sharp, metallic clink as it swayed.
The sound didn’t linger in the room; it soon attracted someone’s attention. Calm, measured footsteps grew louder, drawing nearer. Moments later, the door creaked open, and a man stepped inside.
He was tall, standing at 182 cm, his height imposing yet graceful. His slender, well-proportioned figure was draped in a perfectly tailored suit, which hugged his frame and accentuated his aristocratic elegance. His face was flawless—sharp, defined features with smooth contours, and a slight curve to his lips that made him seem both stern and, at the same time, subtly composed.
For a brief moment, Leon was taken aback. "Noble Son" seemed like the most fitting description for this man.
"You're awake?" The man spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, carrying a hint of subtle curiosity.
Leon snapped back to his senses, eyeing the man warily, a trace of unease in his tone. "Uh... who are you?"
The man's lips curled slightly into a smile, his response swift and assured. "I am Jasper Blackwood."
"Jasper Blackwood?" Leon furrowed his brow, repeating the unfamiliar name to himself. Suddenly, memories of the auction and the witch’s words flooded his mind, and his voice became tinged with urgency. "Are you 'master'?"
The words slipped out before Leon could stop himself. He hadn't had time to carefully form his thoughts; his mind was overwhelmed with the strange, sudden events that had occurred, and "master" was the only word that came to him. He knew it sounded absurd, but in the face of the situation, he couldn’t care less about logic or phrasing.
Jasper raised an eyebrow, a faint, almost imperceptible smile crossing his face. "I’m not your master." He paused, his gaze locking with Leon’s, before slowly adding, "I’m your fiancé."
Leon shot up from the bed, his head spinning as if struck by something unfathomable. The information felt too much to process, his mind reeling. "Fiancé...?" he stammered. "Are you joking?"
Jasper didn’t seem amused in the slightest. His tone was calm and assured. "We’re getting married, tonight."
"Married?!" Leon’s heart raced as he took a few steps forward, but the length of the iron chain stopped him from approaching Jasper. His emotions flared, and his voice shot up in pitch. "I don’t even know you! How could I marry you?"
"You’re right, you don’t know me," Jasper replied, his gaze unwavering, his voice as steady as ever. "But that doesn’t matter. Either way, you’re mine now."
"What do you mean, 'I’m yours'?" Leon’s chest heaved with anger, his fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly, his fingertips turning pale. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and his voice was filled with accusation. "You... you’re the one who 'bought' me?""Yes," Jasper answered without hesitation, his voice sharp and clear.Leon froze for a moment, then gritted his teeth and growled, "Even if you 'bought' me, that doesn’t mean anything! I was forced into this! I shouldn’t have even been at that underground auction!""Leon, calm down," Jasper's voice remained steady, but a faint furrow appeared on his brow."Calm down?!" Leon’s voice nearly reached a breaking point, his emotions fully unraveling. "How am I supposed to calm down? Do you have any idea what I've been through? I was kidnapped, auctioned off, and now I’m locked in here, hearing this ridiculous talk about ‘marriage’! How can you expect me to calm down?!"Just as Leon teetered on the edge of losing control, a sharp, piercing voi
After wiping his body, the subordinates carefully laid Leon on the bed and began their massage. Their fingers moved with a nimbleness that seemed almost casual, unintentionally sweeping away the exhaustion from his body. Yet with each press, each knead, a more complex tide of emotions arose within him. Every motion felt like an indelible mark etched into his very being, leaving behind a disquieting resonance. Leon’s pallor grew starker by the moment. The subordinates, far from hurrying, seemed intent on drawing out the experience. Their hands roamed over his back, shoulders, and arms, applying just the right amount of pressure to relieve his tension. Yet this precise care carried with it an undeniable undercurrent of humiliation, heightened by the fact that he was utterly exposed, devoid of even the faintest shred of dignity. When the massage finally concluded, their work was far from over. They moved on to grooming him meticulously—polishing his nails, styling his hair, and careful
“Don’t talk nonsense!” Jasper’s voice rose sharply, his calm and gentle demeanor shattered. He stepped forward in a flash, grabbing Leon’s wrist and yanking him firmly to his side. “And keep your hands off him!” Leon, already stiff and unresponsive, stumbled forward under the sudden force. His body tilted precariously, only to be caught by a steady, powerful hand. It was Aric. His hold on Leon’s shoulder was precise and unwavering, seemed like he had anticipated the fall all along. Aric’s sharp eyes flicked over Leon, his expression tightening as he noticed the unnatural rigidity in Leon’s movements. He turned slightly, addressing the middle-aged man behind him. “Elian,” he said, his brow raising slightly. “Don’t you think something needs to be done?” Elian nodded subtly. “Indeed, I’ll handle it.” With a fluid, almost imperceptible motion of his hand, Elian gestured through the air. The shift was immedia
Leon followed Aric down the long corridor, their footsteps echoing like the steady beat of a drum. With each step, the oppressive atmosphere of the wedding ceremony they left behind seemed to fade, but Leon’s heartbeat only quickened in its place. He couldn’t resist stealing a glance at Aric, who walked ahead with an unshakable presence. The broad shoulders, the graceful line of his back, and the undeniable aura of strength he exuded stirred a tangle of emotions within Leon—confusing, unnameable, and impossible to ignore.They finally entered a spacious bedroom. The room was simply furnished, yet luxurious in its own way. The dark-toned furniture exuded a quiet authority, while the half-drawn curtains allowed a sliver of moonlight to spill in, casting a cold, distant glow over the entire space.Leon stood at the edge of the soft carpet, raising his head, wanting to say something, but he realized that his voice was still trapped within him. He bit his lip in frustration, then turned t
Elian lowered his gaze, studying Leon with an expression that seemed to weigh something carefully. "No one would ever say 'I owe him a favor' to Prince Aric. In fact, no one dares to say such a thing to him or anyone like him.""Why?" Leon frowned; confusion evident on his face. "I don’t understand."Elian straightened up, his expression calm and composed, though his tone carried a trace of gravity. "Do you know where this place is?"Leon shook his head. "I haven’t had the chance to find out. When I arrived, I was forced to start preparing for the wedding. Where would I find the time to learn anything?"Elian offered a faint smile. "This is the Darkwood Continent," he said at last, his voice low and commanding. “For you, it might as well be another world."Leon remained silent momentarily, his mind flashing back to the strange experiences he'd had so far. After a pause, he nodded. "That much I could guess. After all, one needs that kind of ritual just to get here."Elian's gaze sudden
He sat frozen on the floor, his eyes locked onto the sword, terror and unease written all over his face. This couldn’t have been just a hallucination—the images were too vivid, too real, as if he had personally witnessed the carnage. That sword… it was no ordinary weapon.“No, it’s impossible… he…” Leon’s voice trembled, the words faltering, unable to form a coherent sentence. His breathing was erratic, and he became painfully aware of his own hands shaking uncontrollably like they had just touched something unimaginably evil.“Calm down, Leon. Calm down…” he whispered hoarsely, but calm was nowhere to be found. Desperation clawed at him as he scrambled to his feet, stumbling toward the bed. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it tightly around himself, curling into a trembling ball.“Sleep… sleep… stop thinking…” he murmured under his breath, desperately clinging to the words, hoping they could shield him from the horrifying images. He buried his head deeper into the blanket, strainin
The door burst open with a resounding bang, and Jasper’s tall, commanding figure filled the doorway. His gaze locked onto Leon instantly, sharp and unwavering. For a moment, Leon forgot how to breathe. He watched as Jasper stepped inside, each movement deliberate and unhurried. His demeanor showed no hostility, yet the memory of Jasper’s furious departure the previous night sent a shiver down Leon’s spine. This wasn’t just anyone—this was a demon.Instinctively, Leon scooted back, his body acting before his mind could catch up. By the time he realized what he was doing, his back was already pressed against the edge of the bed. He had nowhere left to go.Jasper, meanwhile, made himself comfortable, sitting casually at the foot of the bed. His piercing eyes bore into Leon, unrelenting and impossible to ignore.Leon felt the blood in his veins had turned to ice, a tingling numbness spreading to his fingertips. Overwhelmed, he made a snap decision. Pulling the blanket over his head, he bu
Jasper looked up, his gaze softening, carrying a hint of apology. “That’s why I considered finding a human partner from your world. But I never imagined… even then, the wedding would be ruined.” He leaned a little closer to Leon, his voice low, filled with guilt. “Leon, I’m sorry. Because of my selfishness, I must’ve frightened you, and you’ve been through much suffering.”Leon was caught off guard by Jasper’s candid confession, and a faint blush crept up his face before he could stop it. While he was still processing the moment, Jasper’s hand slowly reached out, gently cupping Leon’s cheek.“I admit,” Jasper began, his voice low yet brimming with tenderness, “at first, I didn’t know you. But what I said last night—about love at first sight—was true.”His words were steady and sincere, and his gaze seemed to pull Leon into its depths. “So… will you forgive me? Let’s start over. If you’re not comfortable with marrying first and falling in love later, we can take it slow. We can date fi
He stared up, his eyes wide with disbelief. His mind couldn’t quite grasp how he had ended up on the ground, but the searing pain in his knees—where they had struck the cold stone floor—was all too real. The sensation was like fire, shooting through his body; all he could do was sit there, stunned.Leon glanced down at Randy, lying on the ground, but his expression remained indifferent. He didn’t even bother with a sneer—Randy wasn’t worth the effort. Without breaking his stride, he simply tightened his grip on Aric’s hand and continued walking as leisurely as if they were strolling through a park.Randy, humiliated and furious, clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. His face was flushed with rage, but he didn’t dare step forward again.He wasn’t a fool—he knew this man wasn’t someone he could afford to provoke.So, instead, he bit down hard on his lip, scrambled to his feet, and rushed into the house—no doubt running to tattle.Aric watched the retreating figure wit
They made their way through the forest, sunlight filtering through the gaps in the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Time seemed to stretch on as they walked, but finally, the path ahead cleared, and a smooth asphalt road appeared before them. Leon practically ran forward, eager to get moving, and waved down a passing taxi.The driver poked his head out, eyeing the two young men suspiciously. “Where to?”Leon casually named a destination in the city center, then quickly pulled Aric into the cab, letting out a sigh of relief.As the taxi sped away, the forest receded behind them, replaced by the towering skyscrapers of the city, neon lights flashing, and the buzz of voices filling the air. For a moment, Leon had been preoccupied with surviving in this world—after all, he didn’t have a penny to his name. But just as he was beginning to worry about his next move, Aric casually pulled out a black gold card, flipping it expertly between his fingers.Leon’s eyes widened. “Where
Just as he finished speaking, his bed suddenly dipped. The next second, a powerful force yanked him right out of the covers.“Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!” Leon screamed in surprise, but before he could react, Aric had already hoisted him onto his shoulder, as if he were a sack of potatoes, effortlessly carrying him away.“Put me down! Now!” Leon struggled desperately, but Aric’s strength was far greater, and he didn’t budge an inch.“If you refuse to get up on your own, I’ll have to do it for you,” Aric said, his tone light and even laced with a hint of amusement.Leon rolled his eyes, resigned to his fate. He buried his head in Aric’s back and muttered lazily, “Fine, do whatever you want. I’ll just switch to a different position and go back to sleep…”However, after a moment, something didn’t sit right.It wasn’t just him Aric was carrying.Leon slowly lifted his head, casting a glance toward Aric’s other side. There, he saw a large, bulging backpack, heavy and seemingly filled wi
As he stepped out of the prison, the cool night air brushed against his skin. The magic lanterns outside cast long, stretching shadows across the stone pavement. And there, bathed in that soft glow, Aric stood leaning against a stone pillar, arms crossed, his usual playful smirk dancing at the corners of his lips as he watched Leon."Has my great physician fiancé finished with his work?" Aric raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing at the corner of his lips. Yet, there was something serious in his eyes, as if he were trying to read something from Leon's expression.Leon snapped out of his thoughts, nodding. "Yes."He fell silent for a moment, then couldn’t help but ask, "Aric, I don’t understand. Why is Selena targeting the Blackwood family? Does that include Lisa and Jasper as well?"Aric dropped his playful demeanor, his gaze darkening slightly as he spoke slowly. "I don’t fully understand either... But from Morgana’s reaction, it seems the relationship between them and Lisa isn’
Morgana’s voice grew weaker, but the magic refused to let her stop. She was forced to continue, every word dragged out like a confession to the abyss.“The stone… shields her research… hides it from the Enforcement Division… She’s been working on it all this time… and once the spell is complete… she plans to destroy the Blackwood family… completely.”“What?!”Leon’s eyes widened, his breath hitching.Selena’s ambition wasn’t just to control someone—she wanted to erase the Blackwood family from existence.How dare she?The sheer scale of her plan was madness.But why? Why them?The cell fell into a suffocating silence.Leon’s fingers curled into fists, his knuckles turning white. His mind raced through the implications and hidden motives that led to this revelation.Aric, for once, was quiet. Then—he exhaled a slow, almost amused chuckle.“So that’s how it is…”He gazed down at Morgana, his expression unreadable, his voice as cold as steel.“You’ve given me quite the gift.”Morgana's l
Aric let out a quiet scoff, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes. “Hard to say. But this outcome was inevitable.”“Inevitable?”Leon’s gaze sharpened. Aric rarely used such a phrase—unless he had already woven an invisible net around his prey.Aric turned his head slightly, a ghost of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.“Among all the witches and warlocks, only their magic is truly… unnatural. Even by simple elimination, they were always the prime suspects.”He paused deliberately, his voice stretching out in a teasing drawl.“Besides… I had Elian spread a few rumors and exaggerate the results of the research. And you know how it is—when people have something to hide, they start acting strange. Keeping their heads down. Becoming just a little too quiet.”Leon fixed his gaze on him as if he had already pieced together where this was going. “And then?”Aric shrugged, his tone laced with a casual, almost playful cunning. “A few times, I made a point of boasting in front of the
The wind howled fiercely at the mountain’s peak, whipping against Leon’s cloak as he stood at the summit, gazing down at the royal palace below. Yet, despite the commanding view, uncertainty gnawed at his heart.“Will this work?” he murmured, his palms slick with a faint sheen of sweat from how tightly he clenched his fists.Beside him, Aric stood unwavering, his deep-set eyes reflecting nothing but absolute certainty. Without a word, he gently ruffled Leon’s hair, his touch impossibly soft.“Believe in yourself,” he murmured, his voice carrying a quiet magic that soothed as much as it reassured. “And believe in me who believes in you.”Leon stiffened, a sharp jolt striking through his chest as if something had collided with his very core.No one had ever trusted him like this before.Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, forcing the turmoil in his heart to settle. Slowly, he closed his eyes, letting his senses attune to the energy coursing through him.The power surged within hi
The rigor of the law and the reduction in crime rates had become his most difficult challenge. Simply relying on education and increasing the work output of the lower tiers didn’t seem to offer a complete solution to the deeply ingrained issues."What exactly should I do…"Every time that question arose, he would throw himself into hours of reading legal documents, historical records, and security management plans from various regions. He was determined to find an effective path forward, but despite all his efforts, he found no breakthrough in inspiration.The Enforcement Division’s task wasn’t any easier. They seemed more like an “enforcement agency” rather than one capable of proactively altering the security environment.Leon realized he had hit a deadlock.That day, Leon had been expecting the latest updates from the Enforcement Division. As he pored over several legal tomes, searching for a breakthrough, the person who arrived wasn’t from the Enforcement Division at all—it was Ar
His voice lowered slightly, laced with just the right amount of temptation, striking at the very core of these officials’ ambitions, “Or—are you willing to take a small calculated risk to create a system where palace life and resources don’t just remain steady—but continuously grow?”“After all, we’re talking about a low-cost, high-return investment… aren’t we?”At those words, many officials’ expressions shifted.The hesitation that once clouded their faces gave way to murmured discussions.Someone muttered thoughtfully, “...If this boosts overall productivity, then it might be worth trying.”“And besides, whether it succeeds or not, we don’t have to leave the palace ourselves. All we need to do is allocate resources.”“In the long run, if this increases material output and reduces the palace’s dependency on existing stores… it’s a viable strategy.”Seeing this, Leon tapped his fingers lightly against the table, his tone calm and measured, “Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t need you to d