I expelled a long sigh the moment the ball in the Havaska Duchy came to its conclusion. As the new ruler for the magical folks of the northern territory, I wasn't surprised to be invited to the ball—though I had to admit, nothing in the human world could excite me anymore.

Approaching my assigned room, I could sense that there was someone in my room. Alone and with a weak presence—an assassin, perhaps? How foolish, to wish upon my death with such a clumsy skill. I should taught them a lesson.

But instead of a third-rate assassin, what awaited me in my chamber was a familiar woman sitting in the middle of the bed, shivering with barely any clothes wrapping around her attractive form.

It was quite clear what she was. An offering, a tradition from Evangelica's tyrannical days... a tradition I deeply abhorred.