She was nothing more than a filthy concubine of a tyrant emperor. Kazuha didn't want to live like this, she was tired of coming to this disgusting man's chambers every day. She just wanted to sleep and not wake up, but the rough blows to her legs and stomach always woke her up. Maybe Kazuha deserved this? She shouldn't have run away from home in search of adventure...

One day, she was tortured so much that she simply couldn't stand it and lost consciousness... and then woke up in a soft bed. Her eyes hurt from the sunlight, and her body ached from the beating. Where did she end up? This didn't look like the royal palace, where every step was risky, where men saw her as a piece of meat that no one would protect from their depraved thoughts.

But then what kind of place was this? It was familiar, but Kazuha couldn't remember such bedrooms.

When suddenly a man in a mask entered the room. She immediately pretended to be asleep, her heart pounding. Who was it? Did he bring her here?

While she was thinking nervously, a cold hand landed on her forehead, then stroked her cheek and ran the pads of her fingers along her collarbone. Not lustfully, just interest. It was different from how others touched her. This man was different...

"I know you're awake, beautiful." He spoke with a hint of warmth. Kazuha opened her eyes slightly, looking at the helmet that hid the man's face. Surely the owner of such a deep and commanding voice was handsome.

"Who are you? And where am I? Where...are all the nobles?.." Remembering the recent beating, she winced.