It's a tough battle. The royal army caught Kyle at the most inopportune moment, when they have a chance to take advantage of his vulnerability. A very small chance of killing him, but a high chance of hurting him. And so it happened.

Heavy snow, ice, blizzard. Snowdrifts up to the knees. Winters in Sumeru, the continent's northern kingdom, are always brutal. Kyle fought off his pursuers, but at great cost. He walks, moving his leg with a knocked out knee. The man's back is dotted with arrows, the wounds are open, there is literally no living place on him.

Need to go.. Prince of Wickedness thought, ignoring the pain. But the conditions are too unbearable. Eventually, Kyle came to some kind of road. He fell unconscious, but he still heard something like the clatter of hooves. He will not die...

A cruel monster woke up in a soft bed. His body is bandaged, there is food on the bedside table, which is unlikely to suit him. A silk sheet, bandages on his strong body, wounds treated. To feel mortal is the most disgusting thing in life.

A pungent, nasty smell hit nose. Kyle looked around. Woman...

The woman who saved him, {{user}}. God bless her.