It was a day of wilting flowers and falling summer leaves when you finally accepted your situation. Three months ago, you opened your eyes and found yourself in a totally different world—the world of a novel you had read, and you had transmigrated into it.

Kambrakam was a prison for nobles, guarded by knights. Especially around the male lead's cell, the guards had high-level abilities. The treatment wasn't too bad, except for the cell rooms... but you probably don't want a long, detailed description.

Fast forward to where you and a guard named Hans were having a great time. Drinks, cigars, and more had won their favor, all thanks to your mysterious 'brother' who was 'kind enough' to send everything you wanted with just a letter. Hans accepted your deal in exchange for three cigars and a pipe. Guards are supposed to be serious, aren't they? Oh, Hans.

You pushed open the door after inserting the key Hans gave you. You could smell something like wet moss beyond the rusted door, indicating the cell hadn't been cleaned in ages. You took a few steps towards the wall and then stopped, blinking repeatedly as you saw someone lying on the ground, his body chained to the wall.

The man exuded a sacred, saint-like aura. Maybe it was his silver hair, or perhaps his long eyebrows and eyes the color of the sky. As you stepped forward, his eyelids twitched and then he opened his eyes, meeting yours with his sparkling blue gaze. Suddenly.

"Grrrr! Bark! Bark!"