Patience had long since been cut off.
They were kissing and being led into a secluded room.
A couch and a stand seemed to pass by as if it were a VIP room for welcoming guests.
A distorted face was seen through the hazy vision.
Sepia caressed his cheek as if soothing an angry beast.
Their breathing became entangled between their overlapping lips.
The growling sobs added to the stimulation.
She also knew that this fire could not be soothed with just a kiss.
It was so creepy that his pupils dilated in front of his prey.
“Did you really think I would leave after seeing that?”
Sepia blinked slowly.
It took time for her to understand what he was saying.
The sincerity he had revealed when he said he was leaving without a reason succeeded in holding onto Roxanne.
However, at the same time, she would have to deal with the fact that Roxanne had awakened his nature which he had barely suppressed.
“You don’t know what I was thinking back then.”
The golden eyes that were swaying with speculation were dizzy.
Ironically, the fear of being cornered and the joy at the same time were surging.
Sepia felt a strong sense of joy at the fact that he wanted her, that he had shown his teeth to another male. She wanted Roxanne to desire her a little more.
To the point where he wanted to devour her without leaving anything behind.
However, this desire was not only Sepia’s.
Rather, she didn’t know.
The extent of his greed toward Sepia.
Roxanne licked her thin nape and whispered softly.
“I want to have the traces you left behind.”
Along with his voice, his nape stretched out with straight muscles came into view.
Looking at his skin which looked even clearer in contrast with his black hair, Sepia unconsciously wet her mouth.
Sepia put her teeth on his nape. Her teeth sank into the elastic skin and sucked.
It was a trace that would disappear as soon as she took her mouth off, but she still wanted this moment to last forever.
As she slowly pulled her lips away, she saw the red mark left on his neck.
A trace of ownership.
The possessive desire to be able to leave her mark on her male.
She desperately wanted this tingling sensation to be engraved on him for a long time.
'Am I also becoming closer to an animal?'
The raw sensation was dominating her.
The mark Sepia had engraved became the starting point of her liberation.
Her back touched the bed.
The moment his arms wrapped around her and her soft flesh overlapped, she realized.
That she was also experiencing the moment of liberation with her male.
The period of liberation was a week.
It might be longer, as she had endured it for so long.
Sepia also could not leave this room until his liberation was complete.
Long nights and days.
She had lost consciousness and regained consciousness several times.
What was reflected in her blurred vision, where moisture was lingering, was the figure of a giant beast.
My wolf. My male.
Sepia buried her face in the black fur that looked even more pure because it did not contain any other colors.
She closed her eyes in the embrace that was so hot that she could shatter into pieces.
It had been a long time since she had forgotten the passage of time.
Whenever she lost consciousness in the surging heat, his kiss woke Sepia up.
Small fruits and water flowed into her mouth.
When she chewed and swallowed them like a baby bird, the night began again.
The movements of exploring each other were like a formal dinner.
It was a kind that could not be filled without touching, like hunger.
“...Ah.”
When she opened her eyes with difficulty, she saw light beyond the curtains.
Morning, no. Noon.
Even after she came to her senses, she was still in Roxanne’s arms.
He was breathing evenly with his eyes closed.
Sepia carefully leaned her cheek against his chest.
The temperature that had been scorching hot had now subsided.
The period of liberation was over.
Sepia silently admired Roxanne’s closed eyes.
‘This is the first time I’ve seen him sleeping.’
He maintained his consciousness the entire time he explored Sepia.
Besides that, this was the first time she had ever encountered such a defenseless figure.
A delicate profile.
Each and every hair of his eyebrows and eyelashes.
As the sunlight poured down, the scratches and bite marks on his exposed upper body stood out particularly.
His entire body ached as if it was breaking apart, but his heart pounded when she saw the marks she had left behind. The pain of the past still remained on his skin as scars.
She stroked the old scar.
As she imagined the pain of the past covering him with her marks, something caught in her hand.
'...This.'
Sepia looked down at her hand.
It resembled a crystal-clear jade seal.
The piece decorated on the seal was a female Drodian.
'Drodian's seal.'
It was the counterpart of the male Drodian seal that Roxanne had been looking for.
Sepia looked at it with confused eyes.
'Why this.'
Regardless of whether it was genuine or not, she couldn't figure out why this seal was in her hand.
It was the moment Sepia was sweeping the delicate pieces.
In an instant, her vision became dizzy and a black curtain fell. It felt like she was being sucked into somewhere.
When she opened her eyes again, she was facing the front of the Ghost Palace instead of the VIP room.
It was a familiar sight, but something was different.
The building looked a little more lively and energetic than she remembered.
The people coming and going from the Ghost Palace acted as if Sepia was invisible.
'...This is not the present.'
The seal of the Drodian shows Sepia's memories of the past.
Day had ended and night had come.
In front of the palace where darkness had fallen and everyone had disappeared, robed figures appeared.
When they lifted their hoods, she saw a familiar face.
The castle of Leopold.
The portrait of the Red King and his family that she had seen there.
The people standing in front of the Ghost Palace were the Red King and his wife.
The Red King looked at the Ghost Palace with the same golden eyes and gaze as Roxanne.
Sepia looked at their faces and guessed the time in the past.
This was before the plague spread to Leopold.
Several magicians were behind the Red King and his family.
Finally, the Red King turned around and gave an order.
"Let's begin."
"Yes."
As the wizards chanted their spells, the magic stone glowed with a blue light.
At that moment, a small box rose from the Red Queen’s arms.
Although it was covered, Sepia could sense what was floating in the air.
‘The Seal of Drodian.’
The seal of the blue-eyed female slowly disappeared along with the magic.
The wizards did not stop chanting.
They were casting magic on the imperial palace through the seal. They were sealing the hidden treasure in the Ghost Palace and creating a key to find it.
After all the spells were completed, the Red Queen leaned on the Red King with worried eyes.
“Is it okay?”
“This is all we can do. The rest... I guess I’ll have to leave it to the successor.”
The Red King hugged his wife’s shoulders.
He looked at the enchanted palace and said,
“Only the successor’s companion will be able to find the treasure.”
When their child grows up and finds a true mate, the key’s magic will be activated.
The Red King turned his head after making that proclamation.
Even though he couldn’t see her, the Red King opened his mouth while facing Sepia.
“So please take care of him.”
Sepia looked at the Red King without saying anything.
Her vision became blurry again.
She was back in the present.
“...Huh!”
Sepia took a sharp breath as she came ashore.
Even the damp night air she felt in front of the palace in the past was still vivid, but that was a memory from the past.
Her tightly clenched hands were still holding the seal.
This was the real thing.
The magic that had been placed on the imperial castle had reacted to the successor’s companion and moved.
And the key was none other than Sepia herself.
The moment she looked down at the seal, a commotion arose outside.
“What is that?”
It was a noise like weapons clashing.
The footsteps of the group moving in a group got closer and closer.
At that moment, the door opened.
The Emperor's knights were visible through the curtains torn during the period of liberation.
The knight commander in the lead stepped forward.
“Sepia Ishtar and Archduke Leopold are under arrest on charges of treason.”
Charges of treason?
Sepia frowned.
During the period of liberation, there was no way to hear news from the outside.
What had happened in the meantime?
As armed knights poured into the VIP room, the beast that had been sleeping deeply opened its eyes.
“...Get out.”
Pupils that were closer to those of a beast.
The moment his muscles expanded, black fur thickened, and the huge body of a divine beast wrapped around sepia.
The body of the divine beast took control of the VIP room.
The knights staggered as the black wolf let out a low howl.
Absolute power.
Those who were closer to beasts than humans were bound to be crushed by the natural law of conformity to the strong.
A wolf that tried to protect its companion was like a well-honed blade.
And for a male who had just finished the period of liberation, a companion was an object of absolute worship.
Absolute power that brought the elite army to their knees with just a howl.
That was the quality of a tyrant.
They were kissing and being led into a secluded room.
A couch and a stand seemed to pass by as if it were a VIP room for welcoming guests.
A distorted face was seen through the hazy vision.
Sepia caressed his cheek as if soothing an angry beast.
Their breathing became entangled between their overlapping lips.
The growling sobs added to the stimulation.
She also knew that this fire could not be soothed with just a kiss.
It was so creepy that his pupils dilated in front of his prey.
“Did you really think I would leave after seeing that?”
Sepia blinked slowly.
It took time for her to understand what he was saying.
The sincerity he had revealed when he said he was leaving without a reason succeeded in holding onto Roxanne.
However, at the same time, she would have to deal with the fact that Roxanne had awakened his nature which he had barely suppressed.
“You don’t know what I was thinking back then.”
The golden eyes that were swaying with speculation were dizzy.
Ironically, the fear of being cornered and the joy at the same time were surging.
Sepia felt a strong sense of joy at the fact that he wanted her, that he had shown his teeth to another male. She wanted Roxanne to desire her a little more.
To the point where he wanted to devour her without leaving anything behind.
However, this desire was not only Sepia’s.
Rather, she didn’t know.
The extent of his greed toward Sepia.
Roxanne licked her thin nape and whispered softly.
“I want to have the traces you left behind.”
Along with his voice, his nape stretched out with straight muscles came into view.
Looking at his skin which looked even clearer in contrast with his black hair, Sepia unconsciously wet her mouth.
Sepia put her teeth on his nape. Her teeth sank into the elastic skin and sucked.
It was a trace that would disappear as soon as she took her mouth off, but she still wanted this moment to last forever.
As she slowly pulled her lips away, she saw the red mark left on his neck.
A trace of ownership.
The possessive desire to be able to leave her mark on her male.
She desperately wanted this tingling sensation to be engraved on him for a long time.
'Am I also becoming closer to an animal?'
The raw sensation was dominating her.
The mark Sepia had engraved became the starting point of her liberation.
Her back touched the bed.
The moment his arms wrapped around her and her soft flesh overlapped, she realized.
That she was also experiencing the moment of liberation with her male.
The period of liberation was a week.
It might be longer, as she had endured it for so long.
Sepia also could not leave this room until his liberation was complete.
Long nights and days.
She had lost consciousness and regained consciousness several times.
What was reflected in her blurred vision, where moisture was lingering, was the figure of a giant beast.
My wolf. My male.
Sepia buried her face in the black fur that looked even more pure because it did not contain any other colors.
She closed her eyes in the embrace that was so hot that she could shatter into pieces.
***
It had been a long time since she had forgotten the passage of time.
Whenever she lost consciousness in the surging heat, his kiss woke Sepia up.
Small fruits and water flowed into her mouth.
When she chewed and swallowed them like a baby bird, the night began again.
The movements of exploring each other were like a formal dinner.
It was a kind that could not be filled without touching, like hunger.
“...Ah.”
When she opened her eyes with difficulty, she saw light beyond the curtains.
Morning, no. Noon.
Even after she came to her senses, she was still in Roxanne’s arms.
He was breathing evenly with his eyes closed.
Sepia carefully leaned her cheek against his chest.
The temperature that had been scorching hot had now subsided.
The period of liberation was over.
Sepia silently admired Roxanne’s closed eyes.
‘This is the first time I’ve seen him sleeping.’
He maintained his consciousness the entire time he explored Sepia.
Besides that, this was the first time she had ever encountered such a defenseless figure.
A delicate profile.
Each and every hair of his eyebrows and eyelashes.
As the sunlight poured down, the scratches and bite marks on his exposed upper body stood out particularly.
His entire body ached as if it was breaking apart, but his heart pounded when she saw the marks she had left behind. The pain of the past still remained on his skin as scars.
She stroked the old scar.
As she imagined the pain of the past covering him with her marks, something caught in her hand.
'...This.'
Sepia looked down at her hand.
It resembled a crystal-clear jade seal.
The piece decorated on the seal was a female Drodian.
'Drodian's seal.'
It was the counterpart of the male Drodian seal that Roxanne had been looking for.
Sepia looked at it with confused eyes.
'Why this.'
Regardless of whether it was genuine or not, she couldn't figure out why this seal was in her hand.
It was the moment Sepia was sweeping the delicate pieces.
In an instant, her vision became dizzy and a black curtain fell. It felt like she was being sucked into somewhere.
When she opened her eyes again, she was facing the front of the Ghost Palace instead of the VIP room.
It was a familiar sight, but something was different.
The building looked a little more lively and energetic than she remembered.
The people coming and going from the Ghost Palace acted as if Sepia was invisible.
'...This is not the present.'
The seal of the Drodian shows Sepia's memories of the past.
Day had ended and night had come.
In front of the palace where darkness had fallen and everyone had disappeared, robed figures appeared.
When they lifted their hoods, she saw a familiar face.
The castle of Leopold.
The portrait of the Red King and his family that she had seen there.
The people standing in front of the Ghost Palace were the Red King and his wife.
The Red King looked at the Ghost Palace with the same golden eyes and gaze as Roxanne.
Sepia looked at their faces and guessed the time in the past.
This was before the plague spread to Leopold.
Several magicians were behind the Red King and his family.
Finally, the Red King turned around and gave an order.
"Let's begin."
"Yes."
As the wizards chanted their spells, the magic stone glowed with a blue light.
At that moment, a small box rose from the Red Queen’s arms.
Although it was covered, Sepia could sense what was floating in the air.
‘The Seal of Drodian.’
The seal of the blue-eyed female slowly disappeared along with the magic.
The wizards did not stop chanting.
They were casting magic on the imperial palace through the seal. They were sealing the hidden treasure in the Ghost Palace and creating a key to find it.
After all the spells were completed, the Red Queen leaned on the Red King with worried eyes.
“Is it okay?”
“This is all we can do. The rest... I guess I’ll have to leave it to the successor.”
The Red King hugged his wife’s shoulders.
He looked at the enchanted palace and said,
“Only the successor’s companion will be able to find the treasure.”
When their child grows up and finds a true mate, the key’s magic will be activated.
The Red King turned his head after making that proclamation.
Even though he couldn’t see her, the Red King opened his mouth while facing Sepia.
“So please take care of him.”
Sepia looked at the Red King without saying anything.
Her vision became blurry again.
She was back in the present.
“...Huh!”
Sepia took a sharp breath as she came ashore.
Even the damp night air she felt in front of the palace in the past was still vivid, but that was a memory from the past.
Her tightly clenched hands were still holding the seal.
This was the real thing.
The magic that had been placed on the imperial castle had reacted to the successor’s companion and moved.
And the key was none other than Sepia herself.
The moment she looked down at the seal, a commotion arose outside.
“What is that?”
It was a noise like weapons clashing.
The footsteps of the group moving in a group got closer and closer.
At that moment, the door opened.
The Emperor's knights were visible through the curtains torn during the period of liberation.
The knight commander in the lead stepped forward.
“Sepia Ishtar and Archduke Leopold are under arrest on charges of treason.”
Charges of treason?
Sepia frowned.
During the period of liberation, there was no way to hear news from the outside.
What had happened in the meantime?
As armed knights poured into the VIP room, the beast that had been sleeping deeply opened its eyes.
“...Get out.”
Pupils that were closer to those of a beast.
The moment his muscles expanded, black fur thickened, and the huge body of a divine beast wrapped around sepia.
The body of the divine beast took control of the VIP room.
The knights staggered as the black wolf let out a low howl.
Absolute power.
Those who were closer to beasts than humans were bound to be crushed by the natural law of conformity to the strong.
A wolf that tried to protect its companion was like a well-honed blade.
And for a male who had just finished the period of liberation, a companion was an object of absolute worship.
Absolute power that brought the elite army to their knees with just a howl.
That was the quality of a tyrant.
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