"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 voice cut through the air from outside the room. "Even if you can’t calm down, you will calm down!"
Leon froze, his body stiffening. He recognized that voice all too well. Sure enough, the door swung open, and the woman who had caused him nothing but dread—the witch—stepped into the room.
She still wore that chilling expression, her face lined with deep wrinkles and a cold, detached smile. In her hand was a long, twisted cane.
The witch's voice broke the tense silence in the room. "Prince Jasper, Lady Lisa wishes to see you. Perhaps you should go attend to her, and leave the rest to me." There was a glint of concealed amusement in her eyes.
Jasper's brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at the witch. His voice was low but carried an undeniable authority. "Fine. But remember, do not harm him."
The witch gave a slight bow, her cold smile never wavering. "Understood."
Jasper turned and walked over to Leon’s side. He bent down, his gaze locking onto Leon with an intensity that felt both gentle and resolute. His deep, steady eyes seemed to carry an unspoken weight.
"Leon, don't be afraid," he murmured, his voice laced with an irresistible force. "I promise you, if you marry me, I won’t let you suffer." With that, he straightened up and turned to leave the room.
Leon stood frozen, unable to process what he had just heard. "Not let him suffer?" The words sounded like some grand promise, but the problem was, who cared? He didn’t know anything! He didn’t know where he was, what had happened to him, or who that person even was, and yet he was supposed to marry him. What good was such a promise?
As soon as Jasper stepped out of the door, the witch's calm façade crumbled instantly. The restraint vanished, replaced by an open, scornful sneer. She walked toward Leon, her lips curling into a mocking smile.
"You’d better understand the situation," she said coldly, her voice dripping with an icy menace. "Marriage is not a choice here; it’s an order."
Leon lifted his head, meeting the witch's chilling gaze with unyielding defiance. The fury that had been simmering beneath the surface finally erupted. "Understand the situation?" he retorted, his voice sharp with anger. "I wish I could understand! Why don't you tell me instead? Who is that man? Who are you? Where am I right now?"
The witch’s smile grew even colder, her eyes cutting through Leon like a blade. "Those are things you don't need to know," she said, her voice low and laced with a subtle threat. "You only need to do what I tell you to do."
Leon let out a bitter laugh, his chin raised in stubborn defiance. "What if I refuse?"
The witch's eyes darkened at his defiance, and then she showed a smile that was anything but reassuring. From the folds of her robe, she drew out a small vial. The liquid inside was a strange, unsettling deep green, and it emitted a nauseating stench.
"Not willing to cooperate, huh? That’s easy enough," she said with a sly grin. "Drink this, and you’ll understand—resisting is futile."
Leon immediately tensed, every instinct screaming at him to stay on guard. "What do you want to do? What is that?!"
The witch didn't answer but her movements were suddenly and unexpectedly swift, almost impossible to defend against. Within a second, she reached out, her hand like an iron vice, gripping Leon's chin and forcing his mouth open. With the other hand, she swiftly poured the foul liquid from the vial into his mouth.
The bitter, acrid taste filled his mouth immediately, accompanied by an indescribable stench that made him gag. Instinctively, he tried to spit it out, but the witch's other hand kept his jaw locked, forcing him to swallow the vile substance.
"What did you make me drink?" Leon croaked, the burning sensation in his throat leaving his voice hoarse. He glared at the witch, fury and fear both churning in his eyes.
The witch let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Don’t worry, it won’t harm you. You’ll know its effects soon enough."
True to her word, the drug took effect faster than Leon could have anticipated.
Dizziness struck him, some immense forces were siphoning the strength from his body. He tried to speak, to demand answers from the witch, but his throat felt as though it were clogged, no sound could escape. Worse still, his limbs began to stiffen, and despite all his efforts, he couldn’t move a single muscle.
Leon screamed inwardly, his mind raging with fury. “What have you done to me?” Yet, the world outside gave no response to his silent outcry.
The witch, on the other hand, looked on with a twisted sense of satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with the pleasure of having full control. "Now, turn around."
It was like a command carried an irresistible force, and without his will, Leon’s body obeyed, spinning around in defiance of his thoughts.
"Sit down." The witch's voice was cold, like the snap of a whip.
Once again, Leon’s body moved against his will, his limbs responding to her words and unable to break free.
Leon could only watch in helpless rage as his body obeyed the witch's commands, slowly sinking onto the bed. His mind was fully aware, but his body had been completely severed from his control, forced to move only by the witch’s cruel instructions.
Amidst the turmoil of his anger and despair, the door creaked open. A group of men, all dressed in strange, ceremonial uniforms, filed into the room. The dark, almost black fabric of their clothing was accented with deep red, reminiscent of ritualistic attire.
The man at the front stood out, his towering frame exuding a chilling, almost palpable aura of authority. His face was cold and expressionless, but there was an unmistakable air of menace that surrounded him, making it clear that his presence alone demanded obedience.
The witch cast one last mocking glance at Leon, her lips curling into a cold smile. "Caelum, prepare him. I want to see him in perfect condition for tonight’s wedding," she said, her voice laced with finality.
The man gave a slight nod, "Yes, Morgana," he replied with a restrained yet undeniable authority.
The witch nodded with satisfaction, turning to leave.
Once the door closed behind her, the oppressive atmosphere in the room seemed to lift just a little. Caelum approached slowly, his gaze focused on Leon with a mixture of curiosity and deference. He paused, seemingly contemplating how to phrase his words. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low, gentle voice, "Leon, please don’t be afraid. We are here to serve you."
Caelum stood to the side, his gaze sharp, a subtle, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips. His command was clear and firm: "Begin preparations. Start with cleaning him." His voice was deep and resonant, like thunder, causing the very air to vibrate with his authority.
Around him, a few subordinates who had been standing quietly, already prepared, moved toward Leon with silent precision. Their movements were swift and coordinated, as though every step had been rehearsed to perfection, and the atmosphere felt heavy with the meticulous execution of some well-rehearsed ritual.
Leon felt like a puppet, his body and mind unnaturally stiff as they moved him. Despite his efforts to brace himself mentally, the moment their hands touched his skin, a shiver ran through him. It was a sensation he couldn't describe, a mixture of helplessness and an overwhelming sense of shame that gripped him deep within. Even though he tried to suppress it, the feeling refused to dissipate, settling heavily on his chest like an unbearable weight.
Several hands gently caressed every inch of his skin, as warm water flowed over him and a soft fragrance filled the air. Leon's heart began to race. He had never experienced such an all-encompassing touch, as if every part of his body was being attended to with meticulous care. The whole experience made him feel an increasing sense of embarrassment, but this was just the beginning.
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
"Yesterday's bravery or ignorance—I chose wrong. You’re just ignorant," Aric murmured, leaning closer to Leon's face, his voice low and laced with danger. "So, if it’s ignorance or cowardice this time, which are you? Shall we make a bet?"Leon swallowed nervously, his throat dry, his voice trembling. "A... a bet? On what?""If I’m wrong, I’ll leave immediately," Aric said, his smile tinged with a teasing mockery. "But if I’m right... then we continue."Leon’s voice wavered, barely audible. "C-continue what?"Aric leaned close to his ear, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur, like a dark, honeyed whisper. "Continue to let yourself be completely defiled. That way, you can stand tall in front of that brat and tell him with pride that Prince Aric has entirely claimed you. He won’t keep pestering you to marry him after that."Leon’s breath hitched at those words. He couldn’t help but shut his eyes, his body shrinking slightly as a chill ran down his spine. He could almost feel the mock
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
After becoming an advisor to the Four Major Divisions and the deputy head of another, Leon took Caelum on a series of visits to various divisions where he had acquaintances—places he was familiar with but seldom engaged with daily.Their first destination was the Education Division.Leon had been here a few times before. Initially, it was out of curiosity while researching the history of the Blackwood Continent. He had encountered some questions and, on a whim, decided to seek answers here. What he hadn’t expected was that his inquiry would lead him directly to the division’s head.At first, the head hadn’t placed much expectation on him. But as their conversation unfolded, he was taken aback—this human was not just a physician. His knowledge was extensive and well-grounded, and in certain areas, he had delved into depths even the local scholars had never considered.They found themselves surprisingly in sync. The head, impressed by Leon’s intellect, chose not to withhold anything and