"Your Highness?"
"Eve."
Sylvestian's eyes widened in surprise, while Brigitte's eyebrows twitched in discomfort.
I snatched the sword from Brigitte's hand and put it back in Sylvestian's scabbard.
“What the heck..."
“I will take responsibility for Sir Millard.”
"You?"
It was a counter question to 'How?'
I thought about how to carry out my declaration-like promise.
Michael is currently awakened as the King of the homunculus.
The best way to solve it was for him to break Sylvestian's imprint.
But I couldn't reveal Michael's powers in front of everyone, especially Brigitte.
There was no option. So, my only option was the second-best.
I opened my mouth.
“As soon as the imprint is broken, I will re-imprint Sir Millard. Then he will be stable.”
The most surprised person was none other than Sylvestian. In an instant, various emotions flashed across the walls.
'This is not knightly. And yet I...'
At that fact, Sylvestian's mind became a mess of confusion.
At that time, I looked at Michael with my eyes.
I asked him for his understanding. It was a problem for his close friend, Sylvestian.
Michael couldn't help it either. He nodded slightly, suppressing his desire to monopolize the position of Eve's knight.
'I guess I can just nullify it later.'
The problem was Brigitte. She didn't hide her expression of extreme displeasure.
“You already have a direct knight, so you want to imprint it again?”
But now, there was a clue that it was an unavoidable situation. It was a golden opportunity to show off high dominance.
Moreover, Sylvestian is a direct knight of the White Rose of the Empire and is a brilliant knight himself.
'That was a mistake. Instead of mercifully ordering him to commit suicide, they should have just cut off his head!'
It was when Brigitte bit her lip that Eve scratched her insides effectively, just as she had intended.
Eve's tone of voice, which seemed to be completely free of selfish motives,
It sounded like a show of dominance and a show of strength. Now, chewing her lips was not enough. Brigitte had to grit her teeth.
Eve didn't wait long. She had to give Brigitte time to think.
She knew best that it was only allowing her to squeeze out a pretext for opposition.
“Let us hurry, for my heart would be broken if I could not keep Rosie after what has happened to her, and of course, I know that Betty's heart is the same as mine, for sisterly love runs deep.”
"Yes."
Brigitte reluctantly agreed. It seemed as if she could hear the sound of teeth grinding somewhere.
Brigitte was the one who took the lead, so she started first.
Brigette stood in front of Rosenite's bed, emitting an ominous aura that rivaled that of a table.
Despite the sarcasm, Brigitte dutifully injected mana near Rosenite's heart to stimulate her core. The intent was to deliver a shock above the threshold that would induce hibernation without growth.
The idea was to apply a shock that was above the critical level.
Rosenite's body stiffened as the effects began to take effect.
“Ugh...!”
The resulting backlash was immediate for Sylvestianne. The invisible mental bond known as the imprint was about to break.
“Huh, ugh..."
A pain that surpassed even the fear and despair of losing his identity assailed his mind.
It's like forcibly tearing open a wound that has been narrowed for a long time.
It felt like his soul was being torn apart. He couldn't stand it without going crazy.
“Ugh, huh, haa..."
It wouldn't have been strange if he had gone berserk at any time. Michael stepped forward to see Sylvestian's precarious state.
“I will subdue Sir Millard.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to do that.”
Eve turned to Sylvesterian, who flatly refused.
“Excuse me, Sir Millard.”
It was a silver-plated Arachne, a transformation of the silver-clad Arachne.
As the name suggests, Sylvestian is a pitiful prey caught in a spider's web.
“Hoo.”
The muffled exclamation came from Brigitte's mouth. She was not concentrating as she was told to.
She looked down at Sylvestian as if she was evaluating him.
“You have quite refined tastes. You know how to get excited like this.”
It was a sincere compliment. Eve felt terribly humiliated as if she were on the same level as a pervert.
At that moment, Rosenite's breathing and heartbeat stopped. As her body was pronounced dead, the imprint with Sylvestian was severed.
As if before a storm, all movement ceased in Sylvestian’s body. The walls were becoming cloudy and the light was fading out.
She pointed it out.
“Royal Imprint.”
It was a poem that came out of her mouth after a long time.
Although not comparable to Michael, Sylvestian was also a homunculus worthy of imprinting.
Sweat soon formed beads on Eve's forehead and the nape of her neck.
Only after a long time did the results finally appear.
"Ah."
“Sylvie.”
Michael caught Sylvestian, who was about to collapse from exhaustion, and gently lowered him down.
The imprinting was completed successfully.
"Your Highness."
Sylvestian was clutching his left chest in an indescribable state of emotion.
“Rest, Sir Millard.”
Eve decided to put off sharing her thoughts for a moment and turned back to Rosenite.
“Rosie.”
At that moment, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, a turbid energy exploded from Rosenite's body.
"Your Highness!"
Michael immediately stepped forward. The newly imprinted Sylvestian also desperately tried to stretch his tired body.
He moved and tried to protect Eve.
Kwakwang!
Fortunately, thanks to the Aegis barrier that Michael had deployed with Night Ray, no one, including Eve, was hurt.
“Rosie?!”
'Dragon Ambroxa!'
Everyone gasped when they saw Ambroxa, who had manifested as a spiritual body.
A terrible voice echoed through the air, filling the air with horror and awe.
[Kekekeke. It's already too late.]
Seven heads snaked around the room, each one scanning the room for prey. Suddenly, a glowing blood-red glow from the sockets of their hollow eyes locked onto one spot.
'Omg.'
Towards Eve.
The dragon wrapped itself around Rosenite's body as if it were a dragon.
[O Alchemist's bloodline that holds the leash of the watchdog. It is already too late. I have personally planted the seeds of disaster within this corrupt body... ]
The voice of an extra-human being, as creepy as a ghostly voice. It contained the power to control the human mind like a spirit.
A black aura resembling a dance of flower petals enveloped the obsidian-like blade.
[I will have the master of this flesh cut off the bloodline of the master of Hyeonseok, and make the ugliest of creatures taste bottomless despair!]
Swish!
It was the moment when the demon dragon completed his curse. Michael's sword strike cut through the demon dragon's spirit body.
Michael's eyes shone sharply in the air that was scattered like purple flower petals. He snorted softly.
“I won’t let it be like that.”
At that time, Rosenite was wandering through the darkness created by Ambroxa.
'What is this? It's scary. It's cold.'
Even in the darkness where it was difficult to see even five steps ahead, there was a path. Incongruous with the dreary space, it was a flower path.
With every step she took, the flowers withered and turned into dark blue fruits.
At that moment, a person wearing a black robe appeared in front of Rosenit's vision. She was not happy.
It was because instead of the face of a person that should have been inside the robe, there was a black cloud floating around.
'Ugh!'
Rosenite was able to stand and look straight at the unreal being.
The robe-clad being even spoke.
[You have finally come to me. Welcome, my treacherous Princess.]
"Eve."
Sylvestian's eyes widened in surprise, while Brigitte's eyebrows twitched in discomfort.
I snatched the sword from Brigitte's hand and put it back in Sylvestian's scabbard.
“What the heck..."
“I will take responsibility for Sir Millard.”
"You?"
It was a counter question to 'How?'
I thought about how to carry out my declaration-like promise.
Michael is currently awakened as the King of the homunculus.
The best way to solve it was for him to break Sylvestian's imprint.
But I couldn't reveal Michael's powers in front of everyone, especially Brigitte.
There was no option. So, my only option was the second-best.
I opened my mouth.
“As soon as the imprint is broken, I will re-imprint Sir Millard. Then he will be stable.”
The most surprised person was none other than Sylvestian. In an instant, various emotions flashed across the walls.
What made up that emotion was a sense of anticipation bordering on eagerness and a sense of self-deprecation for taking opportunistic pleasure even in this situation.
The whiter and cleaner, the more easily stained. The pride of knighthood that he had held fast to, even in the corrupt imperial court, cracked so easily.
At that time, I looked at Michael with my eyes.
I asked him for his understanding. It was a problem for his close friend, Sylvestian.
Michael couldn't help it either. He nodded slightly, suppressing his desire to monopolize the position of Eve's knight.
'I guess I can just nullify it later.'
The problem was Brigitte. She didn't hide her expression of extreme displeasure.
“You already have a direct knight, so you want to imprint it again?”
Even the most dominant imperial heirs rarely wore two homunculi in public. This could be seen as a challenge to the Emperor's authority.
Moreover, Sylvestian is a direct knight of the White Rose of the Empire and is a brilliant knight himself.
For Brigitte, losing Michael and then Sylvestian to Eve's power was tantamount to losing two trophies.
It was when Brigitte bit her lip that Eve scratched her insides effectively, just as she had intended.
“I don't want this to become an exercise in futility. My purpose is to save Lord Millard's life, so if I can't do it, you can.”
It sounded like a show of dominance and a show of strength. Now, chewing her lips was not enough. Brigitte had to grit her teeth.
Eve didn't wait long. She had to give Brigitte time to think.
She knew best that it was only allowing her to squeeze out a pretext for opposition.
“Let us hurry, for my heart would be broken if I could not keep Rosie after what has happened to her, and of course, I know that Betty's heart is the same as mine, for sisterly love runs deep.”
"Yes."
Brigitte reluctantly agreed. It seemed as if she could hear the sound of teeth grinding somewhere.
Brigitte was the one who took the lead, so she started first.
Brigette stood in front of Rosenite's bed, emitting an ominous aura that rivaled that of a table.
“Hah, I thought I'd have to make you a mana core, but at least you've got a little something. Well, you've tried everything, so I guess you're not talented.”
The idea was to apply a shock that was above the critical level.
Rosenite's body stiffened as the effects began to take effect.
“Ugh...!”
The resulting backlash was immediate for Sylvestianne. The invisible mental bond known as the imprint was about to break.
“Huh, ugh..."
A pain that surpassed even the fear and despair of losing his identity assailed his mind.
It's like forcibly tearing open a wound that has been narrowed for a long time.
It felt like his soul was being torn apart. He couldn't stand it without going crazy.
“Ugh, huh, haa..."
It wouldn't have been strange if he had gone berserk at any time. Michael stepped forward to see Sylvestian's precarious state.
“I will subdue Sir Millard.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to do that.”
Eve turned to Sylvesterian, who flatly refused.
“Excuse me, Sir Millard.”
From Eve's hand, the gift unfolded. It was not the usual fine, sharpened thread. As thick as a finger, the gift stretched out more like a rope than a thread, binding Sylvestian's body in many directions.
As the name suggests, Sylvestian is a pitiful prey caught in a spider's web.
“Hoo.”
The muffled exclamation came from Brigitte's mouth. She was not concentrating as she was told to.
She looked down at Sylvestian as if she was evaluating him.
“You have quite refined tastes. You know how to get excited like this.”
It was a sincere compliment. Eve felt terribly humiliated as if she were on the same level as a pervert.
At that moment, Rosenite's breathing and heartbeat stopped. As her body was pronounced dead, the imprint with Sylvestian was severed.
As if before a storm, all movement ceased in Sylvestian’s body. The walls were becoming cloudy and the light was fading out.
Now it was Eve's turn. Eve raised her inked palm. She ran it through Sylvestian's bangs and gently brushed his forehead.
“Royal Imprint.”
It was a poem that came out of her mouth after a long time.
Although not comparable to Michael, Sylvestian was also a homunculus worthy of imprinting.
Sweat soon formed beads on Eve's forehead and the nape of her neck.
Only after a long time did the results finally appear.
Sylvestian's aura, which had been unsteady and threatening to set himself on fire, gradually faded.
A grunt of success escaped Sylvestian's mouth as a rapidly stabilizing energy surged through him. With a sharp intake of breath, Eve released the Gift's bindings.
Michael caught Sylvestian, who was about to collapse from exhaustion, and gently lowered him down.
The imprinting was completed successfully.
"Your Highness."
Sylvestian was clutching his left chest in an indescribable state of emotion.
“Rest, Sir Millard.”
Eve decided to put off sharing her thoughts for a moment and turned back to Rosenite.
“Rosie.”
At that moment, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, a turbid energy exploded from Rosenite's body.
"Your Highness!"
Michael immediately stepped forward. The newly imprinted Sylvestian also desperately tried to stretch his tired body.
He moved and tried to protect Eve.
Kwakwang!
Fortunately, thanks to the Aegis barrier that Michael had deployed with Night Ray, no one, including Eve, was hurt.
“Rosie?!”
When she tried to check on Rosenite through the turbulence. The turbulence formed a shape above Rosenite's body: an ugly dragon silhouette with seven heads.
Everyone gasped when they saw Ambroxa, who had manifested as a spiritual body.
A terrible voice echoed through the air, filling the air with horror and awe.
[Kekekeke. It's already too late.]
Seven heads snaked around the room, each one scanning the room for prey. Suddenly, a glowing blood-red glow from the sockets of their hollow eyes locked onto one spot.
'Omg.'
Towards Eve.
A sensation she'd felt before weighed on Eve. The gaze of a Lord-class demon dragon binds her whole body like a gourd and squeezes her heart. She couldn't even blink her eyelids.
[O Alchemist's bloodline that holds the leash of the watchdog. It is already too late. I have personally planted the seeds of disaster within this corrupt body... ]
The voice of an extra-human being, as creepy as a ghostly voice. It contained the power to control the human mind like a spirit.
Everyone was overwhelmed and trembling as if hearing a prophecy of a terrible disaster. Only Michael was able to keep his wits about him and draw the Nightray.
[I will have the master of this flesh cut off the bloodline of the master of Hyeonseok, and make the ugliest of creatures taste bottomless despair!]
Swish!
It was the moment when the demon dragon completed his curse. Michael's sword strike cut through the demon dragon's spirit body.
Michael's eyes shone sharply in the air that was scattered like purple flower petals. He snorted softly.
“I won’t let it be like that.”
At that time, Rosenite was wandering through the darkness created by Ambroxa.
'What is this? It's scary. It's cold.'
Even in the darkness where it was difficult to see even five steps ahead, there was a path. Incongruous with the dreary space, it was a flower path.
A coveted purple flower with yellow pistils. Belladonna in full bloom leads Rosenite.
At that moment, a person wearing a black robe appeared in front of Rosenit's vision. She was not happy.
It was because instead of the face of a person that should have been inside the robe, there was a black cloud floating around.
'Ugh!'
In real life, she would have fainted with heart-pounding terror. But dreams tend to dull the senses.
The robe-clad being even spoke.
[You have finally come to me. Welcome, my treacherous Princess.]
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