𝕴 𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓

002

A carriage ran through the night streets. The novel’s protagonist, Kian, who I had been looking for so long, was sitting opposite me.

The genius wizard of the century and the man who will destroy the empire. And the one who brutally murdered Olivia in the original storyline.

I formally introduced myself to Kian.

“I’m your new owner, Olivia Ashford. The princess of the ducal house of Ashford, and she’s acting Duke on behalf of my sick father. Please take good care of me from now on.”

Kian spoke politely, with both hands neatly placed on his knees. “I am Kian. From now on, I will serve you faithfully.”

It was a gentle and submissive attitude. He was said to be pleasant before blackening, so he probably wasn’t acting.

But don’t be fooled. Kian, who turned evil in the original work, was really cruel. Detesting the empire, he thoroughly wiped out the imperial family and all high-ranking houses. To an extent, there was not one noble seen in the capital. So running away was never a choice.

It’s much better to be a sweet master and tame him instead. First of all, I should be generous with Kian. I have to show you that I’m different from the lousy so-called noble owners you’ve met so far. While continuing to think, a carriage past the vast garden and stopped in front of the mansion.

“Welcome back, my lady,” the servants of the mansion, who were waiting for my return, bowed one by one.

The servants were following me with curious eyes after Kian descended from the carriage. Seeing Kian’s beautiful appearance and close-fitting clothes, they began to talk.

“This is Kian, who has become a new member of this house from today. Be polite. I won’t pardon anyone disrespecting him for being a slave.”

The faces of the servants, who learned of Kian’s identity, flashed a hazy light. I’m sure it was puzzling for the head to suddenly bring in slaves and ask them to be nice.

But they weren’t in the position to question their employer, so instead of protesting: “Yes, miss.”

Kian followed me. The butler led us into a spacious and antique room with a private bathroom.

“Then, please rest,” said Albert, only Kian and I were left in the room.

I glanced at Kian’s face a few steps away, waiting for my instructions. The heat under the long, delicate eyelashes was as clear as the sky reflected in the water, and the facial lines were elegant.

The nose was straight and the lips were lively red, even though nothing had been applied. And the skin was as white and smooth as white jade.

As predicted, he has a magnificent face. In the original version, that glamour also gave Kian a lot of turmoil.

As a slave, his extraordinary appearance was a curse, not a blessing.

That’s why the burn marks on Kian’s right shoulder were made.

Since my life depended on it, I opened my mouth carefully speculating that I should check if he matches the novel only once.

“Kian, can you lower the gown a little?”

He lowered his gown after a moment’s hesitation at my request. It was the moment I took a step closer to him to identify the scar. Kian let go of his hand holding the gown and slowly kneel in front of me.

He hunched down. The gown slid gently, revealing the white flesh. As he bowed before me like a submissive dog, he lowered his eyes. I was quite embarrassed by his sudden action.