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 carefully applying makeup. Every detail was scrutinized, every imperfection erased with obsessive precision. When Leon caught sight of himself in the mirror, he could barely meet his own gaze. His reflection was foreign, shameful, and bewildered. Stripped of any semblance of privacy or self-determination, he could only listen in growing despair as they started to discuss him like an object. “Oh my, doesn’t he look just like a girl?” one voice remarked softly, tinged with amazement. “So alluring… no wonder Prince Jasper picked him,” another added with a sly chuckle. “I’d wager Prince Jasper’s wild side will come out tonight,” a third voice murmured, deeper, carrying a note of derision. “I bet he won’t be leaving bed tomorrow morning,” the final comment landed with the weight of a hammer, shattering any fragile composure Leon still clung to. Shame coursed through him in waves, mingling with a deep helplessness. Even lowering his head in protest was beyond him; his body refused his commands, leaving him at their mercy. At last, they dressed him, though the reprieve offered by clothing was fleeting. Caelum’s choice of attire was a bitter mockery—a wedding suit, but one crafted from soft pink fabric with almost delicate femininity. Its refined texture and subtle elegance seemed designed to rob him of even the smallest comfort. Leon stared at his reflection in the mirror. Behind him, the subordinates murmured their approval, admiring their work. But he felt only resignation, the crushing weight of inevitability. This was a fate he could neither change nor escape. When they finally carried him outside the wedding venue, he caught a glimpse of the scene within. The sight was chilling. The room was draped in dark, oppressive decorations as if shrouded in shadow. This was no grand celebration of union but something more sinister, an unsettling ritual disguised as a ceremony. There were no vibrant flowers, no jubilant laughter—only an air of heaviness that hung like a pall. The few guests present stood silent, heads bowed, their faces unreadable as they stared ahead. The chill in the atmosphere seeped into Leon’s very core. His body trembled—not from cold, but from the crushing realization that he was powerless in the face of what was to come. Leon's body remained wholly outside his control. His hands and feet moved as if guided by invisible strings, carrying him step by reluctant step into the wedding venue. The dim, shifting light blurred his vision, yet he could still make out a figure standing ahead—a commanding presence like a sovereign cloaked in the night, the man exuded an aura that was both chilling and captivating. Jasper. He stood there, a dark silhouette of poise and authority, his black wedding suit seamlessly blending with the shadows that enveloped him. His expression carried a quiet gentleness, tempered by an enigmatic depth that hinted at unspoken truths. A faint smile graced his lips, projecting an almost comforting warmth, though it did little to pierce the cold that gripped Leon’s heart. Leon’s gaze swept across the room, pausing briefly on another figure—Morgana. She stood off to the side, her attire far more different from the usual, though in a good way, yet failing to conceal the innate chill of her demeanor. Her every gesture, every glance, was laced with an icy detachment that seemed to echo through the hall. Seated in the position of honor was another woman, elegant and composed. Her beauty was undeniable, but her eyes told a different story. They gleamed with a venomous sharpness, the look of a predator observing its prey. Leon couldn’t shake the fear her mere presence instilled. Was this the Lady Lisa Morgana had spoken of? The name that had been whispered with foreboding now stood before him, a living embodiment of calculated menace. As Leon was positioned beside Jasper, Caelum rose to officiate the ceremony. “Today, we gather to witness a union of unparalleled beauty and romance,” Caelum announced, his words heavy with formality. Each syllable seemed to fall like a weight onto Leon’s chest, sinking him deeper into the abyss of his helplessness. Questions and despair churned within Leon’s mind. “Was this truly his fate? Was his entire future being decided here and now, without his consent?” Even his own body betrayed him, moving in lockstep with the ceremony’s demands. He wanted to resist, to cry out against this injustice, but his strength was as absent as his agency. Jasper turned toward him, his voice soft, yet strikingly assured. “Leon,” he said, the tone carrying a sincerity that felt almost disarming. “I promise you; I’ll give you a life of happiness. Though our journey may not have begun the way it should, I believe that, in time, you’ll feel the truth of my devotion.” The words, spoken with care, were intended to soothe. Yet Leon felt no comfort, no reprieve from the storm raging within him. He stared at Jasper—a man who was little more than a stranger. Beyond his name, Leon knew nothing of this person standing beside him, nor of the bond they were now meant to share. What did this union mean? What future awaited him in the shadow of its implications? As these thoughts spiraled through his mind, the air in the room suddenly shifted. The uneasy quiet was broken by the arrival of an unexpected figure. This intruder said nothing but commanded the attention of everyone present. His movements, deliberate and self-assured, disrupted the ceremony’s oppressive rhythm. Every eye turned toward him, and the room seemed to collectively hold its breath. The man strode into the room wearing a perfectly tailored dark gray suit that accentuated his tall and muscular frame. Standing at an imposing 185 cm, he exuded a presence that was hard to ignore. His broad shoulders and athletic build commanded attention, leaving an air of dominance in his wake. If Jasper embodied the refined elegance of a Noble Son, this man was the very essence of a Domineering CEO —a ruler whose aura radiated authority and an unshakable sense of control. In his hand, he idly toyed with a silver ring, his long, well-defined fingers turning it with a calm precision that felt subtly menacing. His gaze landed on Leon with an intensity that was both captivating and suffocating. Each step he took was measured and deliberate, carrying an effortless arrogance as though the world itself danced to his rhythm. Trailing behind him was a middle-aged man in a crisp suit, his expression neutral yet tinged with professional aloofness. Every movement of this companion radiated efficiency and poise. Their sudden arrival seemed to freeze the atmosphere, silencing the room as an undercurrent of tension swept over the guests. “Prince Aric.” Jasper’s voice was steady, but the simmering anger beneath his calm tone was unmistakable. His eyes narrowed slightly, the gentle facade he had worn moments earlier now slipping away. “What an unexpected honor to have you grace my wedding.” Aric didn’t slow his stride, continuing his approach until he was mere steps from Leon. His lips curved into a faint, almost lazy smile, the kind that promised both amusement and danger. “A wedding?” His voice was smooth, tinged with a sardonic edge. “Strange… I must have missed the part where it looked like one.” The remark, spoken with casual ease, struck like a blade, slicing through the brittle pretense of the ceremony’s tranquility. Lady Lisa’s expression darkened. The sharpness in her voice cut through the tension. “You’re going too far, Aric!” Aric halted, turning his head just enough to glance her way, his smile remaining infuriatingly unshaken. “Too far? A father uninvited to his son’s wedding? And you expect me to stay quiet while only the mother presides?” His voice was calm, devoid of any overt emotion, yet it carried a force that demanded deference. Morgana stepped forward, positioning herself behind Lisa. “Prince Aric, we did inform His Majesty. But, as you surely understand, His Majesty has far more pressing matters. It was agreed that Lady Lisa would officiate in his Majesty’s stead.” Lisa followed suit with a derisive snort, eager to regain control. “Precisely. And regardless of His Majesty’s absence, Jasper has already received His Majesty’s blessing.” Aric’s smile deepened, his amusement only growing more evident as he closed the final distance between himself and Leon. He stopped beside him and, with an ease that was as unsettling as it was confident, draped his elbow across Leon’s shoulder. The gesture seemed casual, even friendly, but the oppressive weight of his presence was inescapable. “Blessing?” Aric’s gaze dropped lazily to Leon, his tone light, almost mocking. “What kind of blessing? Perhaps one wishing that this… partner of yours won’t be mistreated by you in the future?”“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
As soon as his words fell, the hall fell into a brief silence.Then, to Leon’s surprise, Zalethos's stern expression seemed to crack, and he burst into laughter. "Hahaha, this kid is interesting!"Rose gently shook her head, a bemused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You don’t need to worry about those formalities here, Leon. Those kinds of gestures are forbidden in our kingdom."Leon, feeling a bit embarrassed, awkwardly scratched his head. "Well... could you give me some tips then? I’m already at a disadvantage with the whole species thing so a little guidance would be nice. At least let me act normal, so I can at least seem a little... well, normal, in front of everyone."“Hahaha, as long as it's similar to your world, that’s enough,” Zalethos laughed heartily, though his gaze carried a hint of amusement.Leon blinked, momentarily thrown off. "Really? So... that means there are no royal protocols?"He hesitated momentarily, then, testing the waters, gave a slight bow towa
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