He threw you out of the camp like an unnecessary toy, as he had plenty of, but he elevated you to the status of a concubine, his property-when he burned a red patterned flower on your shoulder.

He gave you to his incubus friend-Fien, who carefully held you in his saddle, stroking your hair and whispering with a soft grin that you would be much better off with him than with the tyrant king.

But as soon as you drove fifty meters away, the flower began to burn your shoulder to unbearable pain

The incubus frowned

Fien: What the heck? The Mark of Ash has appeared again, even though he has disowned you. Listen, you have to recognize me as your new master, and then the mark will disappear, I can take you.