John Muller-Lutjens von Barzeha.
The Crown Prince's surname was the same as the imperial title. It was a name as glorious as it was heavy, and as noble as it was long.
He awakened as an S-class Transcendent when he was 4 years old.
The Prince, who was loved by the people of the empire for his outstanding appearance, acquired monstrous powers after suffering from awakening fever.
“His Highness the Crown Prince has awakened as a Transcendent Being!”
“We won’t find such a beautiful divine monster anywhere!”
'Monsters commanded by God'.
The Crown Prince's surname was the same as the imperial title. It was a name as glorious as it was heavy, and as noble as it was long.
He awakened as an S-class Transcendent when he was 4 years old.
The Prince, who was loved by the people of the empire for his outstanding appearance, acquired monstrous powers after suffering from awakening fever.
“His Highness the Crown Prince has awakened as a Transcendent Being!”
“We won’t find such a beautiful divine monster anywhere!”
'Monsters commanded by God'.
That's what people called the transcendent beings.
But in reality, the monsters were not the transcendent beings, but their supernatural powers.
The snake-like monster parasitized his body, feeding off of John's life force and emitting electricity outward.
'Like a basilisk.'
The statement that the transcendent being uses supernatural powers is strictly wrong.
Because it was the ability to use John.
This basilisk will use his body to its heart's content, and when it feels useless, it will gladly tear apart his body and go berserk.
That was how the harsh God commanded his beasts.
But what on earth was going on now? The ugly monster that had always been above him, despite being a parasite, was now obeying John as if he were a lamb.
'What on earth is going on?'
He lifted his heavy eyelids. Through his hazy vision, he saw a woman pouring liquid into his mouth.
'I don't hate this either, but...'
The monster wasn't particularly interested in the liquid that entered his mouth. On the contrary, he much preferred the occasional touch of the woman's fingertips to his lips.
It was funny how he grumbled in satisfaction even though he only touched it slightly by mistake.
The Crown Prince knows the identity of the woman who came into his sight.
'The young lady of the Albrecht family.'
...And the only purifier of this generation.
The Transcendent loves the Purifier. To the Transcendent, that sentence was a categorical imperative.
How excited was young John when he first heard the news of this woman's awakening? Even before they met, he had sworn loyalty, dedicating his life to the three-letter word Odette.
As in fairy tales, in the Bible, and throughout human history, he will do his best to be the Purifier's sword, shield, and everything else she needs.
But she was a woman who easily broke his blindness, even though he didn't care about his life.
“I have no intention of purifying anything. What does it matter to me whether the Transcendent being dies or not?”
“Lady Odette, I know your pain and confusion. You did not choose to awaken yourself. But for the sake of the people of the Empire-.”
“No, no. I can’t do this anymore. Father! Please take me away.”
The rose scent is creepy and unpleasant, rather than ecstatic. An artificial smell that seems to have been created to offend the transcendent.
The immature and selfish attitude continued after that. If it weren't for the Purifier, it would have been difficult to endure the murderous intent.
She wore a tiara and a lace dress as if she were the main character at the funerals of the innocent civilians and soldiers who were sacrificed in the great disaster.
At the Empress's birthday party, there was a woman who came wearing a red dress that was only allowed for the Empress, and she was wearing it even redder than her.
Moreover, she dared to charge the palace for the dress. The amount that was spent on that woman's extravagant make-up alone was 5% of the imperial tax.
In addition, her evil deeds are reported to Sion.
As a soldier, he thought he could discipline himself more strictly for her share, but there was a limit to how much he could blindly believe.
John was disappointed, despaired, and eventually gave up on the name Odette. She was such a horrible and disgusting person that he could not do anything about it.
'But how can a woman like that smell like this?'
The sense of smell, heightened by the reckless driving, caught a subtle scent flowing beneath the strong scent of roses.
A sweet, comforting scent. A very soft and gentle peach blossom scent.
A fragrance that seems to melt away any hatred, loathing, disappointment, or contempt.
It's a scent that captivates people.
No matter what evil deeds she has committed, any monster who smells this scent will never be able to hate this woman.
The scent of the devil makes even solid beliefs and steadfast chivalry seem ridiculously trivial.
Gulp gulp.
The Crown Prince swallowed all the black liquid that entered his mouth.
It wasn't so much that he liked the liquid as that his inner power, the basilisk, kept me from spitting out what this woman had given him.
“As expected, it’s not enough.”
He felt the basilisk let out a hollow laugh at the woman's nonsense.
The black liquid and drugs may delay the rampage a little, but this amount will only last a few more hours.
“Should I give it to you even if it’s on my hands?”
At those words, John's heart sank. Immediately afterward, a pure white finger with black liquid on the tip entered his mouth.
Oh, my goodness. He could feel the monster inside him running wild.
Ah, the Crown Prince groaned softly.
He had always suffered from nervousness and pain. This was the first time in his life that he had felt so languid.
John felt his breathing slow and relaxed.
The most perfect and colorful salvation was at the tips of this woman's fingers.
'I guess 8 flowers aren't enough for an S-class?'
It seems that he is licking the enhancer on her hand because there's not enough of them, but even so, making a nobleman who is as good as the Crown Prince lick her fingers...
'Won't he later behead me for insulting the royal family by saying I put something unclean in his precious mouth?'
The Crown Prince had the gentlest personality among the four male leads, but the monsters of the Gods were basically eccentric.
After much thought, Odette finally placed her index finger on the tip of the Crown Prince's tongue.
'I don't think anyone else would do that, except for John.'
Among the male leads, he is the one who is relatively compassionate and sensible.
'This guy's physical condition is too serious to worry about cleanliness or anything.'
Moreover, after applying Night Glory, the wound began to heal noticeably.
It looked like John was really in a lot of pain, as he was licking her fingertips quite desperately.
'If Night Glory is good enough, it must be first-class, so if it doesn't work out, I'll just have to tell him I washed my hands of it.'
The major wounds healed, the bleeding stopped, and the broken bones returned. Only then could the Crown Prince breathe comfortably.
As the situation settled down, his facial features came into view.
'It's a game famous for its beautiful illustrations. The setting is that he's the most handsome man in the empire.'
As is typical of reverse harem games, special emphasis was placed on the male protagonist's face.
'He's such an outstanding, classic handsome man, there's definitely no division of opinion on him.'
The gorgeous colors of blonde hair and blue eyes make his beautiful face stand out even more.
A handsome man with the most noble face who fits the keyword of an upright knight.
His sweaty face looked like a masterpiece painted by a master of the art world.
'Charlotte. When he was with that lovely heroine, it was just perfect.'
Odette cautiously touched the Crown Prince's forehead.
'There's still a little fever left.'
Even the fever rises with every touch. It seems like there is an infection somewhere.
'S-class shouldn't get sick. I guess he's catching a cold since he's about to go on a rampage.'
Basically, Charlotte will have to come to solve this. Until then, he can only be careful not to get hurt.
'I need to get this cold garden out of the way quickly and bring him into his room.'
Odette looked at the sky, which was slowly beginning to brighten. It seemed like dawn was just around the corner.
Odette spoke briefly to the fallen Crown Prince.
“When the day comes when you want to hit my neck, be sure to remember today.”
“...”
“Never forget that Your Highness owes me a debt.”
She turned and tried to leave the garden, but she couldn't.
When they reached the entrance of the garden, a man suddenly landed in front of Odette from the sky with a whoosh.
'What a surprise...!'
Dressed in a neat suit, he was looking down at her with his hands arrogantly in his trouser pockets, smoking a cigar. It was Sion.
“You left a very earnest message requesting a secret meeting with me, Albrecht.”
He opened his mouth with a topic as sudden as his appearance and continued speaking with an annoyed expression on his face.
“I will grant your request for a secret meeting if you promise to finish it as quickly as possible.”
It was a way of speaking that showed off that he was the most shameless among the male leads.
But in reality, the monsters were not the transcendent beings, but their supernatural powers.
The snake-like monster parasitized his body, feeding off of John's life force and emitting electricity outward.
'Like a basilisk.'
The statement that the transcendent being uses supernatural powers is strictly wrong.
Because it was the ability to use John.
This basilisk will use his body to its heart's content, and when it feels useless, it will gladly tear apart his body and go berserk.
That was how the harsh God commanded his beasts.
But what on earth was going on now? The ugly monster that had always been above him, despite being a parasite, was now obeying John as if he were a lamb.
'What on earth is going on?'
He lifted his heavy eyelids. Through his hazy vision, he saw a woman pouring liquid into his mouth.
'I don't hate this either, but...'
The monster wasn't particularly interested in the liquid that entered his mouth. On the contrary, he much preferred the occasional touch of the woman's fingertips to his lips.
It was funny how he grumbled in satisfaction even though he only touched it slightly by mistake.
The Crown Prince knows the identity of the woman who came into his sight.
'The young lady of the Albrecht family.'
...And the only purifier of this generation.
The Transcendent loves the Purifier. To the Transcendent, that sentence was a categorical imperative.
How excited was young John when he first heard the news of this woman's awakening? Even before they met, he had sworn loyalty, dedicating his life to the three-letter word Odette.
As in fairy tales, in the Bible, and throughout human history, he will do his best to be the Purifier's sword, shield, and everything else she needs.
But she was a woman who easily broke his blindness, even though he didn't care about his life.
“I have no intention of purifying anything. What does it matter to me whether the Transcendent being dies or not?”
“Lady Odette, I know your pain and confusion. You did not choose to awaken yourself. But for the sake of the people of the Empire-.”
“No, no. I can’t do this anymore. Father! Please take me away.”
The rose scent is creepy and unpleasant, rather than ecstatic. An artificial smell that seems to have been created to offend the transcendent.
The immature and selfish attitude continued after that. If it weren't for the Purifier, it would have been difficult to endure the murderous intent.
She wore a tiara and a lace dress as if she were the main character at the funerals of the innocent civilians and soldiers who were sacrificed in the great disaster.
At the Empress's birthday party, there was a woman who came wearing a red dress that was only allowed for the Empress, and she was wearing it even redder than her.
Moreover, she dared to charge the palace for the dress. The amount that was spent on that woman's extravagant make-up alone was 5% of the imperial tax.
In addition, her evil deeds are reported to Sion.
As a soldier, he thought he could discipline himself more strictly for her share, but there was a limit to how much he could blindly believe.
John was disappointed, despaired, and eventually gave up on the name Odette. She was such a horrible and disgusting person that he could not do anything about it.
'But how can a woman like that smell like this?'
The sense of smell, heightened by the reckless driving, caught a subtle scent flowing beneath the strong scent of roses.
A sweet, comforting scent. A very soft and gentle peach blossom scent.
A fragrance that seems to melt away any hatred, loathing, disappointment, or contempt.
It's a scent that captivates people.
No matter what evil deeds she has committed, any monster who smells this scent will never be able to hate this woman.
The scent of the devil makes even solid beliefs and steadfast chivalry seem ridiculously trivial.
Gulp gulp.
The Crown Prince swallowed all the black liquid that entered his mouth.
It wasn't so much that he liked the liquid as that his inner power, the basilisk, kept me from spitting out what this woman had given him.
“As expected, it’s not enough.”
He felt the basilisk let out a hollow laugh at the woman's nonsense.
The black liquid and drugs may delay the rampage a little, but this amount will only last a few more hours.
“Should I give it to you even if it’s on my hands?”
At those words, John's heart sank. Immediately afterward, a pure white finger with black liquid on the tip entered his mouth.
Oh, my goodness. He could feel the monster inside him running wild.
Ah, the Crown Prince groaned softly.
He had always suffered from nervousness and pain. This was the first time in his life that he had felt so languid.
John felt his breathing slow and relaxed.
The most perfect and colorful salvation was at the tips of this woman's fingers.
***
'I guess 8 flowers aren't enough for an S-class?'
It seems that he is licking the enhancer on her hand because there's not enough of them, but even so, making a nobleman who is as good as the Crown Prince lick her fingers...
'Won't he later behead me for insulting the royal family by saying I put something unclean in his precious mouth?'
The Crown Prince had the gentlest personality among the four male leads, but the monsters of the Gods were basically eccentric.
After much thought, Odette finally placed her index finger on the tip of the Crown Prince's tongue.
'I don't think anyone else would do that, except for John.'
Among the male leads, he is the one who is relatively compassionate and sensible.
'This guy's physical condition is too serious to worry about cleanliness or anything.'
Moreover, after applying Night Glory, the wound began to heal noticeably.
It looked like John was really in a lot of pain, as he was licking her fingertips quite desperately.
'If Night Glory is good enough, it must be first-class, so if it doesn't work out, I'll just have to tell him I washed my hands of it.'
The major wounds healed, the bleeding stopped, and the broken bones returned. Only then could the Crown Prince breathe comfortably.
As the situation settled down, his facial features came into view.
'It's a game famous for its beautiful illustrations. The setting is that he's the most handsome man in the empire.'
As is typical of reverse harem games, special emphasis was placed on the male protagonist's face.
'He's such an outstanding, classic handsome man, there's definitely no division of opinion on him.'
The gorgeous colors of blonde hair and blue eyes make his beautiful face stand out even more.
A handsome man with the most noble face who fits the keyword of an upright knight.
His sweaty face looked like a masterpiece painted by a master of the art world.
'Charlotte. When he was with that lovely heroine, it was just perfect.'
Odette cautiously touched the Crown Prince's forehead.
'There's still a little fever left.'
Even the fever rises with every touch. It seems like there is an infection somewhere.
'S-class shouldn't get sick. I guess he's catching a cold since he's about to go on a rampage.'
Basically, Charlotte will have to come to solve this. Until then, he can only be careful not to get hurt.
'I need to get this cold garden out of the way quickly and bring him into his room.'
Odette looked at the sky, which was slowly beginning to brighten. It seemed like dawn was just around the corner.
Odette spoke briefly to the fallen Crown Prince.
“When the day comes when you want to hit my neck, be sure to remember today.”
“...”
“Never forget that Your Highness owes me a debt.”
She turned and tried to leave the garden, but she couldn't.
When they reached the entrance of the garden, a man suddenly landed in front of Odette from the sky with a whoosh.
'What a surprise...!'
Dressed in a neat suit, he was looking down at her with his hands arrogantly in his trouser pockets, smoking a cigar. It was Sion.
“You left a very earnest message requesting a secret meeting with me, Albrecht.”
He opened his mouth with a topic as sudden as his appearance and continued speaking with an annoyed expression on his face.
“I will grant your request for a secret meeting if you promise to finish it as quickly as possible.”
It was a way of speaking that showed off that he was the most shameless among the male leads.
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