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Immediately, Mikhail took me and returned to his military camp.

His military camp was located not too far from the border.

Voronezh. A strategic point where supplies heading to the capital gathered. It seemed they had occupied that place and made it their base.

Damn it, I should have entered by passing through another country instead of going straight to Polski.

I grumbled inwardly, but what’s done is done.

At least I was a human who knew how to be grateful for what I had, so I considered it positive that I had saved at least my life.

I followed behind Mikhail and entered the military camp.

Then, intense gazes poured over me.

How good it would have been if they were positive, but the gazes shot at me were filled with considerable malice.

Indeed, most of the people who joined the rebellion are those who hold grudges against my father, so it would be strange for them to see me favorably.

Gazes filled with only pure malice. I felt like I was suffocating from emotions solely filled with malice.

Every time I took a step, those people’s gazes followed a step.

Those people were staring at me as if they would devour my everything.

Ptooey-!

A fierce-looking person with a face full of scars grimaced and spat out phlegm.

That person stared intently at me, muttered something small, and then went inside the tent.

Malice. Malice. Malice. Malice. Malice. Only malice.

They built layers of walls with anger and resentment, surrounding me.

Then, naturally, my hands trembled and I recoiled.

Facing an absolute majority of malice for the first time. It was something I couldn’t bear.

Mikhail saw me like this and took my hand.

Normally, I would have shaken him off, saying why he was grabbing my hand, how disgusting….

But this time, I didn’t refuse that hand. Because if I didn’t hold even the hand of that disgusting male bastard, I felt like I would collapse immediately. Because these gazes were too terrifying.

I felt like I couldn’t bear it.

As Mikhail saw that my condition wasn’t very good, he quickly took me into a large mansion.

And he took me into a certain room and wrapped a blanket around me.

“It’s not because I’m cold. I’m okay.”

“Then I’ll bring you some tea.”

Mikhail immediately took out a teacup and began brewing tea.

While he was making tea, I briefly looked around the room.

The room was quite large and luxurious. Good lighting and expensive decorations. The quality of the furniture placed here also looked incredibly good.

‘This is Mikhail’s room.’

Well, it must be the lord’s room. There’s also a desk over there where he can do work.

“It’s chamomile tea that helps calm you down.”

“Thank you.”

Mikhail brought the tea. After expressing my gratitude, I took a sip of the tea. Hmm, it’s warm.

At least after drinking the tea, my trembling body calmed down a bit.

Mikhail made a cup of coffee and sat across from me. The scent from the coffee and chamomile tea filled the room.

“I’m sorry about earlier. Most of the people joining me are those who hold a deep grudge against the king… I think they couldn’t control their emotions seeing you. I’m really sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Neither I nor my dad did anything good. I expected this much.”

I replied with a forced laugh. My heart was still pounding, but I tried hard to act nonchalant.

Hiding my trembling hands behind my back, I forced the corners of my mouth up and pretended to be okay.

Seeing me like this, Mikhail seemed to have noticed that I was still in an anxious state.

But he didn’t say anything else. Because he knew well that adding words now wouldn’t help much.

Instead, he brought up light topics for small talk.

Like the story about how he did my homework for me and got caught by the teacher, resulting in both of us getting severely scolded, or the story about how a fish hook got caught in my hand while fishing and we had to dig it out of my finger.

At the time, it was frustrating and painful, but now that we’re talking about it, it was just a funny story.

Talking casually made me feel relaxed. Even though this place was no different from the middle of enemy territory, I found myself laughing out loud without realizing it.

“Those times were really good….”

And then came the moment of silence. If it were my past life, I would have taken a moment on my phone, but there was no such time here.

Just awkwardly sipping tea. Mikhail and I each swallowed a sip of tea and coffee.

“What will be my role here?”

I was the one who broke the silence. Mikhail savored the last sip of his coffee and opened his mouth.

“There’s no special role. Just the fact that you’ve joined here will greatly shake the royal faction anyway.”

“Even so, I want to be helpful. I can’t just sit around and waste food.”

I need to do something to at least earn my keep. If I don’t do anything, I feel like your subordinates will poison my food.

Mikhail pondered for a while and replied that he would think about it. He’s smart, so he’ll probably give me a suitable task.

“First, more than that, we need to create a justification for your joining here.”

“Justification?”

Justification? Is that really necessary? I thought hard.

“Right now, your position is very ambiguous. Neither a hostage, nor a criminal, nor a meritorious subject, but somewhere in between.”

“Then if you just let me go… Okay, I’m sorry.”

I jumped in when an opening appeared, but all that came back was Mikhail’s cold gaze. He’s too much just for poking once.

“Treating me as a criminal…”

“No. Then the subordinates will immediately try to execute you.”

“Then that won’t work.”

In my mind, I drew big X marks over the word ‘criminal’.

Criminal won’t work. Then…

“Treating me as a hostage? At least this might keep me alive.”

“If you want to be executed after the civil war ends, you can do that.”

“Then cancel.”

I drew big X marks over ‘hostage’ too. Then only one is left.

“Mer… itorious subject…? Can this be possible?”

Mikhail couldn’t answer either.

Me being on Mikhail’s side? Not really, but outwardly, the relationship between Mikhail and I is the worst.

The outwardly apparent relationship between me and Mikhail is that of a crazy sadist master who periodically wields a whip, and a slave.

Those two people joining hands and starting a rebellion?

Moreover, one of them is the unwavering heir to the throne?

It’s a story even a passing dog wouldn’t believe.

“Ah… First of all, you want to keep me alive, right?”

Mikhail nodded his head.

“But that doesn’t mean you plan to let me go.”

“That’s right.”

“Damn it.”

I let out a small curse. Perhaps Mikhail couldn’t think of any other way either, as he didn’t react much to my cursing.

While we were just drinking tea and coffee for a while… Suddenly, Mikhail’s mouth opened.

“Then how about this?”

“Did you come up with something?”

“How about you and I date?”

“Bullshit.”

For a moment, I was so dumbfounded that a curse came out first. Mikhail and me? Ugh. Something acidic rose up from inside me.

“No, don’t curse, just listen…”

“Are you a gay bastard? How could you and I…”

“I said listen.”

Bang!

Crack

Mikhail slammed his coffee cup down hard. Then the table cracked.

Crazy, what is that. So this is what it means to be the protagonist? The protagonist buff is insane.

Suddenly my throat was dry, so I took a sip of tea. It was absolutely not because I was scared. Anyway, it wasn’t.

Mikhail continued speaking once my mouth was shut.

“It’s not about really doing that. It’s about pretending.”

“Explain it once.”

Mikhail slowly continued his explanation.

The princess and the slave were actually in a loving relationship. But so as not to get caught by the king, they only pretended to abuse each other and spent time just the two of them.

But in the end, the two people’s love was discovered, and the slave was sent to the battlefield.

However, the slave survived on the battlefield and met the princess again, and the two plotted rebellion for love.

While the princess was temporarily at the villa, the slave raised a rebellion and joined the princess-

This was the scenario Mikhail had written.

The scenario wasn’t bad. It was made by mixing truth and lies appropriately, so it felt somewhat real.

Ah, damn, it shouldn’t be okay.

I tried to find fault somehow. Isn’t it too fictional? Moreover, we haven’t shown any similar behavior before, have we?

But all my quibbles were blocked by Mikhail’s ‘Then if you have a better idea, do that.’

‘Ah, seriously, fuck.’

I wracked my brain somehow, but no good ideas came to my mind at all.

Mikhail was tapping his foot, waiting only for my answer. His attitude pressured me even more.

After a few suffocating minutes passed…

“Then let’s go with that….”

I gave an affirmative answer with the feeling of drinking poison.

“You thought well.”

And then he flashed a greasy smile.

‘Ugh.’

It was truly disgusting. Seeing a dickhead like that, I felt something acidic rising up from inside me.

“Then we need to practice.”

“What practice?”

Mikhail suddenly strode towards me. What, why is this bastard suddenly accelerating?

Soon, he brought his face close enough for our breaths to touch.

“Wh- what? Get away!”

Then goosebumps broke out on my arms, and I tried to push him away, but Mikhail didn’t budge.

But it’s the first time seeing his face this close. Uselessly good-looking, tsk. Dirty protagonist buff.

“Kissing practice.”

“What nonsen… Hiek?!”

He looked into my eyes and, with sophistry, kissed me.

My mouth was forced open, and the man’s rough breath came into my mouth.

And then the tongue of another immediately invading. His tongue was as big as the difference in our body sizes.

His tongue, twice as big as mine, began to sweep my mouth. From my teeth alignment to the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and finally to the entrance of my throat.

While his tongue arbitrarily rummaged through my mouth, my tongue was helplessly swept away by his and was forced to brush against his mouth.

Strangely, there was no bad breath at all. Instead, the scents of coffee and chamomile tea began to mix little by little.

The bitter taste of coffee and the sweet chamomile tea mixed, stimulating my nose.

‘It’s strange….’

As I instinctively tried to push him away, Mikhail restrained me further.

To prevent me from escaping, he held my waist with one hand and my cheek with the other, restraining me.

As he restrained me, the kiss became more intense.

As if performing artificial respiration, he began to blow his rough breath into my lungs.

The sensation of my breath being violated. Strangely, there was no pain at all.

No, rather, as the hot breath entered, my body somehow felt chills.

Chuup Churuup

“Heeu….. Euu…..”

At that strange sensation, I let out a moan without realizing it.

Then, perhaps becoming more excited, Mikhail began to slowly move his hand from my waist upwards.

When that hand reached my chest area…

“General, urgent news…”

Someone entered the room.

The man who looked like a staff officer seemed very flustered and stammered upon seeing the kissing scene between me and Mikhail.

“Uh… uh… I’m sorry for interrupting!”

And then he quickly left the room. Thump! As the door closed, the tense atmosphere instantly subsided.

Only then did I come to my senses and pushed Mikhail away.

Mikhail also seemed flustered, and was pushed back obediently by my touch.

But he immediately regained his composure and started spouting nonsense.

“Did you see? If we practice like this, we can easily fool…”

“Hey, you son of a bitch!!!!”

Thwack!

I threw an uppercut at that motherfucker.

It was my first kiss, damn it…

It’s truly fucked up…