All Chapters of When He Becomes The Prince's Only Salvation: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

Leon tightened his grip on the photo, his voice low as he spoke. “I was studying out of town when I got the news that my father was sick. I rushed home, but as soon as I stepped out of the airport... I...” His voice caught for a moment before he continued, “I was kidnapped.”“Then sold at an underground auction, to Jasper, right?” Aric raised an eyebrow, his smile turning slightly mocking.Leon nodded; his voice tinged with resignation. “Yeah.”Aric suddenly chuckled, the tone almost playful. “And who sold you?”Leon’s expression instantly hardened, his grip on the photo so tight that his knuckles turned white. “I wish it had been some human trafficking gang,” he said bitterly. “But it wasn’t.”Hearing this, Aric’s gaze darkened. “So, you know something.”Leon lowered his head, staring at the photo as emotions of anger and hurt swirled in his eyes. “Before I passed out at the auction, I heard the intermediary making a call to his client. He mentioned two names—Janet Ma... and Randy Ma

Leon felt as if his mind had been struck by lightning. Two choices—why only these two? Just as he was about to make a selection, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He stood, opened the door, and found Jasper with his usual gentle smile. In his hand was a small travel bag, and his eyes held an unmistakable sincerity."Leon," Jasper began, his tone careful yet tinged with urgency, "I heard you’re staying here. That’s such a relief! Do you have any idea how worried I was? The dangers of the human district are beyond your imagination. Knowing that you’ll stay makes me feel at ease."Leon stared at him silently, offering no reply. Unfazed by the lack of reaction, Jasper stepped into the room and placed the travel bag on the table. "I know it might take some time for you to get used to this place," he said earnestly, "but that’s okay. I’ll be here with you, helping you adjust. Think of this as your home. I’ll make sure you’re safe and comfortable."Jasper's words grew gentler wit

Leon didn’t press further. He could tell Elian didn’t want him to know too much too soon, perhaps out of protection for Aric, or maybe for some deeper reason. Leon felt a shift in his own heart, unsure of how to view the seemingly cold and domineering Prince Aric anymore.However, Elian didn’t give him any extra time to dwell on it and continued, "Lastly, we have the lower class—or rather, the very bottom. This tier consists of criminal demons and unemployed humans."Leon was struck with a sudden chill at these words. Hearing terms like "criminal demons" and "unemployed humans," he could almost imagine what kind of beings they were—creatures that evoked both fear and pity.Elian continued slowly, "These beings are akin to the 'unemployed' within a corporation—street vendors or beggars, struggling to survive at the very bottom of society. Criminal demons and unemployed humans have no formal work, often relying on charity or illicit means to scrape by. At times, they might be hired by s

Leon froze, his face instantly flushed with a deep red. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could utter a word, Aric’s lips pressed down on his again.This time, the kiss was deeper, more deliberate. Aric’s lips moved with a mastery that left no corner unexplored, his actions gentle yet tinged with an undeniable possessiveness. Each movement carried a sense of total control as if he was claiming a piece of Leon with every second.Leon’s hands instinctively gripped the blanket beneath him, his mind overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Aric’s movements were seamless, almost like he could predict Leon’s every thought and reaction. The kiss grew more profound, a mix of boldness and tenderness that made resistance seem futile.A faint sound of protest escaped Leon’s lips as he tried to push Aric away, but it was useless. Aric’s hand firmly cradled the back of his head, keeping him in place with an unyielding, yet oddly reassuring grip.As the resistance drained from Leon’s