episode_0026

Most of the dragon’s blood was absorbed by Yuria, and the remaining control of the family was entrusted to her. After that, things went smoothly. By using the devil’s attack as an excuse, I showed the dragon’s body, which surprised the nobles. Somehow, I was able to blur my magic through a spell. As Rachel, the hidden supporter, was a professional dragon hunter, there were no other incidents.

And then, I met Rachel in the middle of something.

“…Ian.”

She was waiting in front of my study.

It must be urgent for her to come all the way here.

“Yuria, who has become your exclusive maid, is waiting in your room right now. Fortunately, I managed to take the blood from the dragon’s avatar at the royal palace… Can you take responsibility for this?”

Rachel’s face asking me that question was quite serious.

The pure magical power level that could even rank high among top-tier demons.

But how can she ask me to take responsibility? She suffered so much these past few days, even though she didn’t seal it underneath… I’ve seen her suffer too much.

Even her attitude calling me now is like that.

The title that used to be “Ian” until recently has now become “you,” lowering itself.

The dark circles and disheveled hair that couldn’t be hidden in her pale face are evidence of that.

“…You’re quite angry, aren’t you?”

I nod.

If I’m positive about this, I’m really screwed.

Her eyes, which had slightly lifted corners of the mouth, now coldly sank, reminding me of Yuria.

Why are all the women around me yandere…?

A cold sweat runs down my spine.

“You seem, quite angry.”

First, there was one thing she was upset about.

Vampire. Yeah, I get that. But why does she not bother to check on herself, who was seriously injured, as if it’s nothing?

“I thought vampires were just a myth. I never imagined they were real, let alone the highest-ranking survivors. You should have known how dangerous it was, right?”

“……”

She tightly sealed her lips.

Really. If hiding a vampire of that caliber within the family is revealed, inquisition officers will swarm in from everywhere and wipe out the entire Breitna family.

Honestly, Yuria used a barrier and blood magic, not just ordinary magic, to make it seem like demon techniques were involved. If not for that, the Britannia family would have perished long ago.

“Do you have nothing to say?”

Slinking away with a smile, her head tilted to the side, she looked at me with a questioning gaze, and chills ran down my spine from an automatic reaction.

Even knowing the situation, you didn’t come to find me once? That’s the expression on her face.

I was a bit busy. Avoiding Yuria a bit.

Taking a deep, very deep breath, Rachel grabbed my shoulders and said, “An order has come down from the Holy Kingdom.”

“…”

“…What’s the important order?”

“It’s to rid the dragon that cursed the Holy Kingdom.”

“And?”

“In simple terms, establish a relationship.”

“A relationship?”

“Sex.”

“…Are you insane?”

Now I have to… devour the saint.

That’s probably not what the Holy Kingdom’s character is about.

Yes. It’s not easy to accept and swallow when I have two bombs.

But according to Rachel, within the Holy Kingdom, they haven’t found any other way to resolve it besides sex.

Unfortunately, in a situation where there might be other knowledge or methods to deal with the curse of the dragon, the words came from the Britannia family. They probably threw it out just in case.

Unfortunately, I had no choice but to refuse.

“It’s not necessarily… about having sex, but finding another way. Well then.”

“That’s what you should do. Even if it’s for your life.”

Sincerity emanates from Rachel’s serious tone.

If I choose sex, I’ll cut off my balls.

Rachel and Yuria.

…Why just me?

If you think about it seriously, it’s a pretty serious problem.

The saint of the Holy Kingdom has been cursed by a dragon.

What if that dragon goes berserk within the Holy Kingdom?

Would they ask us for help for no reason? The dragon is probably contaminated by magic and rampaging like crazy.

On top of that, since we don’t know when that will happen, we can’t prepare for it.

What else can we do but kill the saint of the Holy Kingdom?

It’s practically impossible to assign a hero who can barely handle monsters from level 5 to stay there for months on end to prepare for the saint going berserk.

So, let’s start with the translation:

However, leaving it alone poses a risk that an entire city could disappear from the map overnight.

Upon investigation, it seems the saint herself wishes to die, but the curse of the dragon inside her does not seem to allow it.

But why me instead of Dylan? And on top of that, it had to be me, who has an incurable disease. The reason is simple. Rachel praised Ian to no end, and Dylan, this time, did nothing and was forgotten.

Ultimately, I heard that the Holy Kingdom will provide tremendous support for his treatment, so it’s a win-win. Refusing this politically would be a disaster. It just had to be Ian who must unconditionally accept the request.

“I… guess I have no choice.”

“Find another way besides sexual intercourse. You must. If not, I have my own special way.”

“…”

“Just cut it off.”

As Rachel said this while laughing, it seemed sincere, making it even more terrifying.

…

The first thing that caught his eye as Yuria appeared was, “… Ian isn’t here again.” Lately, he had been avoiding himself. Every day, waiting in his office bedroom, but even his warmth had vanished, leaving only the maid bustling around in the empty room.

“Master Ian…”

Ugh, as he roughly raised himself from the bed, the dragon’s blood, still resisting fiercely, pulled his body back. Weakened, Yuria lay back on the bed, tears in his eyes, clutching the pillow where he had been.

It hurts so much. Where on earth did you go? Enduring the pain of being torn apart and shattered, bloodsucking alone is no longer enough. He should take his little lady. He promised.

“…Can’t keep him in the underground prison forever.”

His thin eyebrows slightly furrow as he bites his fingernails.

Lately, he feels like pushing away embraces and avoiding himself. In the midst of such waiting…

“I… Ian, Holy King…”

A familiar voice softly echoes in his ear. Although the room was soundproofed by magic, his senses, beyond those of a vampire, ignored it. At the long-awaited presence of Ian, his ears perked up.

It was quite irritating and uncomfortable to converse with someone other than oneself, but now there was a sense of relief just from hearing his voice.

However, the words that came through were, “We need to form a relationship.”

“…What?”

Upon hearing those words, Yuria’s red eyes coldly sank. The room was rapidly freezing over, and it was only a matter of time. And as if in response to her emotions, the dragon’s blood, which had shown no sign of increasing dominance, intensified her anger.

Right now, Ian must be outside the door.

As this thought continued, even a glimmer of light vanished from Yuria’s eyes.

Only deep crimson darkness remained.

For a moment, the butler, who had been watching, felt frozen in place.

“A… physical relationship?”

W-what do you mean?

She threw the question to the butler beside her. When an overwhelming aura sent shivers down her spine, the butler, with a gulp, replied while trembling.

“Th-the love shared by a sincere lover…”

“………”

An aura emerged.

The butler’s mouth, which had been continuing the conversation, abruptly fell silent. This was because Yuria’s eyes had grown even colder than before.

“If Sir Ian does not sincerely love, then he enjoys everything as part of his duty… unavoidable business…”

At the mention of enjoyment, Yuria’s slightly furrowed eyebrows relaxed somewhat. As the oppressive aura that seemed to fill the entire room disappeared, the butler also wiped his chest with a sense of relief that he had endured for ten years.

He still seemed upset by those words, but it appeared he was contemplating something else.

“Master, are you experienced in love?”

“W-well… Of course, Sir Ian has been attached since a young age—”

“What I’m asking is whether you have sincerely loved someone, Butler.”

With a piercing tone and narrowed gaze, the butler swallowed hard. Was he just prancing around in a higher position than the butler after a few days…!

“…”

“If you think Sir Ian has sincerely loved someone in the past?”

I… can’t say that he did.

“There’s no guarantee he won’t do so in the future…”

“Okay, so. I must conquer it right away. I am to be his future wife. I need to secure a place in his heart. If that’s impossible…”

“Impossible?”

“I’ll have to break it. With these two hands, vertically.”

“…”

“But before that, I must bear his child. I remember reading about it in a book. They say animals prevent other males from approaching their females. Well… Ian possesses superior genes, so I must protect them just the same… It’s better to eliminate the competition than to let them take the lead.”

…Are they really comparing this to animals?

This is insane.

It feels like they just want to have sex by forcing it.

I’ve been feeling this way lately.

Harzen, who has always watched Yuria, could tell.

Yuria is increasingly crossing the line.

Her obsession with Ian has been growing deeper day by day.

She searches for Ian as soon as she wakes up or cleans the study.

If she finds any of his underwear or traces, she collects them all without missing a single one into her embrace.

“Head butler.”

“Oh, why do you call me?”

It felt like being bullied by a young knight commander famous for being crazy 20 years ago, who was ten years older, addressing himself.

The woman who gets up from the bed glares at him.

“I must kill the mistress… No, I want to be alone with my master. Please leave the room.”

At that moment, Ian, unaware, opened the door to the study and faced Head Butler Harzen.

Sending me a sympathetic look.

Why, what now.