At the time, Evelyn was busy dealing with a messenger sent by her family.　　In fact, Evelyn's identity in this world is not that of a commoner living in a frontier town, but rather the daughter of an earl's family, sent to a small frontier town far from the hustle and bustle of the imperial capital after the death of her nominal father, who was unpopular with her mother.　　Evelyn's mother is a woman so obsessed with power and desire that gold, not blood, runs through her veins. She disliked Evelyn because she would never listen to her and would never sleep with a noble lord - from the time Evelyn was five years old, the woman calculated what she could get in exchange for her daughter's body.　　As Evelyn grew older and more beautiful, the Countess, who had traveled around the imperial capital, seemed to remember that she had an older daughter, and she looked at Evelyn as if she were a fortune.　　At that time, almost everyone thought that Evelyn would ride in a luxurious carriage and

　　It wasn't until he had pinched Evelyn's red cheeks that Sagon was satisfied and withdrew his hand - human skin is so soft, he thought to himself.　　Evelyn covered her vaguely sore cheek and whispered, "Baymont will come looking for me when he realizes I'm gone."　　"Wow," Sagon stared at her with a grin, "Are you threatening me with that Baymont guy? Baymont doesn't care about anything, I know him too well."　　Evelyn continued, "But according to the tradition here, I am your father's legacy. Do you have the power to do whatever you want with me until the succession ceremony?"　　Sagon touches her pinched red cheek and says lightly, "Honestly, I kinda like you, Queen. And I'm not really interested in any of the other heirs."　　"You'll be my property by then anyway," Sagon gave her an oozing smile, "What difference does it make if I use it sooner or later?"　　Evelyn: "............"　　Seeing that Sagon seems to be determined to play with her as he pleases, Evelyn thinks about it and give

　　The first thing Shaykh sees when he wakes up is still Evelyn.　　She was still sitting on the cushion outside the curtain, as if she hadn't taken a step away, well-behaved like a pet whose owner was out and honestly watching the house - in Shaykh's eyes, all humans were pets, and pets were only differentiated by being cute or not, obedient or disobedient.　　Evelyn's delicate form was hidden from view by the layers of curtains, but the demon's eyesight had always been superior, so Shaykh observed her figure, her movements, and the expression on her face with precision.　　Evelyn is fixing his hair.　　Since she didn't have a comb, she could only insert her slender fingers into her soft hair, combing it one by one, carefully, so as not to get knots in it. The serious look on her face just showed some fatigue, as if she hadn't rested well, and when she lowered her eyes, her raven-feathered lashes would follow suit, looking as if she were asleep.　　Evel

　　Evelyn agreed quickly, without half a second's hesitation, and with a cheerful expression on her face, as if she wasn't dealing with a blood-bathed demon, but an elementary school teacher who had asked her if she wanted to go on a spring trip together.　　Of course, there was no reluctance in Evelyn's mind - she'd found the trick with demons, which was not to say no and to be as submissive as possible. That could be really easy for Evelyn.　　Having gotten the answer he wanted, Agarez, as if he had lost interest in her, quickly averted his gaze from Evelyn's face, as if he intended to ignore her - just as he thought in his own mind that he wouldn't have even looked at Evelyn if she hadn't had a special relationship with the most powerful demon of them all! .　　He stood up. By now, the skin on his face had been repaired, the damaged flesh tissue reappearing smooth and fitting over the near-perfect bones of his face, the regenerated skin free of any lingering bloo

　　Baymont ponders this while acquiescing to Evelyn's over-reliance on his behavior.　　Yet Evelyn nestled quietly in his arms, without a trace of fear on her beautiful white face. If Baymont had been able to watch her expression and look into her eyes, he would have recognized at once that the tenderness, the closeness, and the dependence she showed were all lies with ulterior motives.　　Evelyn thought calmly that her guess was right, Baymont could indeed find her by the mark on her. If Baymont could do it, then Irzey's other sons should be able to as well.　　If that was the case, escaping would be a pointless endeavor. Because she would be found on the trail anytime, anywhere.　　...... And, Baymont has grown to care for her.　　Evelyn hadn't been so sure before-after all, Baymont had always been aloof, as if indifferent to whatever was going on-but now she had finally come to a judgment. what Baymont had shown, what he had defended to her, had gone beyond the bounds of duty.　　And he's