At that time, she was unilaterally dismissed by the crown prince and was free to go on her own journey.
Someone woke her up.
[People here call me ‘The End’.]
A beautiful man, like the king of winter, smiled broadly and arrogantly.
“Let me out.”
Nathaniel stretched out his hand but Kyrie rejected it.
However, the bony white hand slowly and softly touched her ears and cheeks.
[You’d better not think about it. If you don’t want to be tied up.]
Instead of answering, she bit Nathaniel’s fingers.
He lowered his head slowly and put his head against her forehead.
The blue eyes in front of her seemed more enraptured as Kyrie’s purple eyes shook with anxiety.
[Take off your clothes on your own.]
Nathaniel looked down at his ruined shirt and smiled.
[You’ll get a leash if you do something s*upid again.]