The Traitor Sustains the Empire

“I want Rendor as a birthday present.”

The beautiful princess, with fiery red hair that was as intense as her bloodline, looked at me and said so.

I instinctively realized.

Ah.

I’ve been possessed.

And I’ve been possessed by such a damn bastard.

“I came back from the Northern Expedition for Rendor. I’ll do anything you ask from now on. And today is my birthday. Rendor. So… I want you.”

The princess, whose eyes were filled with obsession, seemed to have already lost her sanity.

With a gaze full of insane obsession, as if she couldn’t live without me, she slowly began to undress.

“I love you. I love you, Rendor. I love you.”

Continuously shouting like that, she threw me onto the bed without giving me a chance to say anything.

As the one known by the nickname “Karria, the Invincible,” the strongest sword in the empire, I couldn’t resist her, just as expected.

The first day of possession.

I have been devoured by the princess I have nurtured all this time.