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As if he understood exactly when an Alpha’s body felt pleasure because he was an Alpha himself, Misha knew exactly where to touch to get a reaction from Hyeon—to a point that felt almost uncanny. The moment that large hand slid over his ribs and brushed against his swollen nipple, Hyeon shuddered at a tingling sensation that seemed to surge up from the base of his spine. Even then, Misha did not let the hand gripping Hyeon’s center go idle, rubbing quickly to drive him toward arousal.

“Ugh… ah, hngh…”

With his cock completely clenched in that large hand and one spot being relentlessly targeted, it was hard to keep his senses. First, Misha pressed the indentation just below the glans, and then he began to carefully touch the head and probe the urethra, causing Hyeon’s hips to stiffen. Before he knew it, his cock, which had been only half-erect at first, was standing stiffly, almost beyond the point of further arousal.

“Just… you can, just do it… quickly…”

He was, as expected, unfamiliar with this. Hyeon was terrified by the fact that he could not control the pleasure someone else was giving him. He was worried that he might make a mistake—that he might let out a growl like other Alphas do when they are excited. He wanted to flee anywhere, fearing that such a thing might cause that raging desire pressing against his inner thighs to wither. However, Misha paid no heed to Hyeon’s request, continuing to toy with the protrusion on his chest and stimulating his sensitive spots until he felt the urge to ejaculate.

Hyeon was equally unfamiliar with having his nipples touched. His head tilted back instinctively at the pleasure applied to a place he usually paid no mind to. For some reason, his areolae—which were embarrassing to describe in words—were more sensitive than usual. Even a light touch from Misha, rather than a pinch, sent a jolt of electricity straight down below. Finally, just as Hyeon, who had been caressed until his whole body felt limp, tightened his lower abdomen to ejaculate… shlick, the hand that had been wrapping around and petting the shaft suddenly clamped down, squeezing below the glans and blocking the urethra.

“Ah…!”

As Hyeon squirmed, trying to escape Misha’s grip, Misha finally shifted his full weight, using his knee to press and force Hyeon’s legs open. Then, moving the hand that had been fiddling with his chest to his perineum, he slid a single finger deep into the narrow opening.

“Ugh…!”

This was, without a doubt, a strange sensation that Hyeon had never experienced in his life. His entire body tensed at the pressure of something rummaging through the soft flesh inside—touching the inner walls that he felt should always remain firmly closed. Not missing the opportunity, Misha twitched his thumb, which was still blocking the urethra, to stimulate it. Hyeon could neither ejaculate nor calm his arousal. He couldn’t tell if it was the scented oil flowing from his genitals, but the entrance, wet even inside the folds, was incredibly slippery; soon, even as Misha increased the number of fingers, he felt a strange pressure rather than pain. How long had he been targeted from behind while blocked in the front? The moment Hyeon squeezed his eyes shut due to the heat gathering at the corners of his lids, the fingers that had been poking and probing to widen the inside were suddenly withdrawn.

Before he could even feel the slight emptiness left by the fingers that had filled the opened hole, Misha, who had already lowered his trousers, pressed the tip of his member—glistening with pre-cum—against the [unauthorized copy]tightly closed entrance. Hyeon didn’t have the courage to look, so he didn’t [stolen content]confirm it with his eyes, but the sheer surface area where that blunt tip touched was monstrous. Is this even possible? Of course, Hyeon was quite well-endowed among Alphas, and he had even received backhanded compliments during sex about how someone could possibly fit him inside. But since everyone he had slept with until now had been Omegas, it had never been an issue.

An Omega’s body is naturally designed to be suitable for accepting an Alpha. Their narrow openings stretch elastically as if there were no limit to accommodate an Alpha, and sweet mucus flows out so they can hold an Alpha’s cock deep inside for a long time. However, Hyeon was an Alpha, with a body designed to embrace others rather than be embraced. A chill ran down Hyeon’s spine at the thought of whether he could handle such a vicious volume.

‘No matter how I think about it, it won’t…’

Just as Hyeon muttered to himself in his head, Misha gripped Hyeon’s thigh firmly with one hand to support him and brutally forced himself in, splitting him open starting from the head of his cock.

“Ah, ugh…”

And the moment the member, which had rushed in all at once with intense pain, pressed against a certain spot inside, Misha released the urethra he had been blocking all along. Hyeon ejaculated while taking Misha in all the way to the root. It was a pleasure so intense that his entire body trembled. Misha wiped away the semen that had splattered over Hyeon’s body with his fingertips and licked it, as if tasting flowing honey.

“Ha, ngh…”

Without giving Hyeon time to process the sensation, Misha began to rub and shake his cock wildly, driving his center even deeper. It shouldn’t have been possible, but every time Misha’s tip pressed inside, it felt as if there were an organ slightly larger than a fist situated deep within the inner walls, causing Hyeon’s toes to curl tightly.

“Ah! Ngh, hngh…”

Hyeon was bewildered by a situation that was far too different from what he had expected. No matter how much a newly adult Alpha followed his instincts, could he really feel this skilled so suddenly? He was too bold for a first-timer, and he knew exactly where Hyeon felt pleasure, as if he had slept with him before. However, before he could regain his reason amidst this strange yet somehow familiar dissonance, the thick cock slid in with a shloop, scraping the inner walls and filling him instantly. Because of that, it was hard to think of anything else. Every time Misha’s blatant desire slammed upward against the opened, tender flesh, the inner walls tightened and trembled as if cheering.

“Ngh, Misha, wait… ha, slowly…”

Hyeon found it hard to maintain his composure as pleasure crashed over him like a storm again, without even giving his body time to feel the afterglow of the previous ejaculation. He had heard that some Omegas couldn’t even feel it properly during their first time because they were too nervous or unfamiliar. His face burned continuously because he, an Alpha, Read on Read BL Novelshad ejaculated from behind [visit our site]so easily from the very first insertion. As Hyeon muttered while turning his head away to avoid eye contact, Misha, who had been driving him forward in silence, finally let out a light laugh and replied.

“You must be a natural. Seeing how much you love it whenever I press deep inside, even though it’s your first time…”

“No, ngh… wait… ugh…”

Hyeon couldn’t say anything. It wasn’t a lie, considering his cock was standing straight up, feeling as if he would leak just from the slanted pressure on a spot he had never even been conscious of existing in his own body. It felt as if his body had been prepared solely to accept Misha. As Hyeon shook his head and endured the shame, Misha supported his back to make him more comfortable and toyed with the edges of the tightly locked hole with his fingertips.

“Look at this… even when I pull back just a little, you grip me so tight because you don’t want to let me go.”

It was true, but at the same time, it was an involuntary reaction. After all, if something that large was sliding in and out of a narrow hole, wouldn’t it be so? Before Hyeon could even have a foolish thought in his head, Misha thrust his hips up so hard that a wet, slapping sound echoed. As if determined to see Hyeon twist and writhe in pleasure, Misha’s hip movements were relentless, and Hyeon eventually had to close his eyes tight while hugging Misha with his whole body.

“Ah…!”

“Ha… Sir, Lord Isaac…”

By now, the sheets covering the bed were not only stained with the semen Hyeon had expelled but were a mess of scented oil and various other fluids Hyeon had leaked. As if it were in the way, Misha pulled the blanket Hyeon had been sleeping under with one hand and flung it to the floor, then repositioned him and placed both of his legs over his shoulders. Every time Misha slammed himself toward the firm lump he felt inside with all his might, Misha’s excited member bounced against Hyeon’s lean stomach with a thump thump.

“Ah, hik, ngh… ha, ngh…!”

With the thick cock scraping the tender inner walls with the veins on its surface, Hyeon felt as if his weaknesses had been stripped bare and he had been thrown naked into a gladiatorial arena. He didn’t know where Misha liked to be touched or sucked, but it felt as if Misha already had the answer key to every one of Hyeon’s sensitive spots. It felt too good for resistance to be meaningful. Hyeon wrapped his arms around the back of Misha’s neck and frantically sucked on his tongue, swallowing his saliva.

Finally, Misha, who had been devouring Hyeon like a beast, seemed to feel the urge to ejaculate; he slid out slowly and then, as if teasing, rested only the tip of his cock inside [unauthorized copy]and took a breath. Hyeon panted, his breath coming in gasps [visit our site]as the relentless pleasure finally subsided. Out of an inexplicable sense of longing, Hyeon unconsciously pressed his hips down to embrace the raging cock deeply once more, and Misha flinched for a moment as if he had malfunctioned.

Did I do something wrong? Because I moved my hips even though I said it was my first time? It wasn’t a movement that would make him seem that skilled. Just as Hyeon became tense, Misha laughed, his shoulders shaking like a madman, and hugged Hyeon with his whole body so that Hyeon couldn’t see his face, whispering:

“You love me, Sir… you love me…”

Hyeon had no idea what he was talking about. Then, since a fully grown Alpha gave up his backside, isn’t this love? Since it wasn’t an appropriate sentence to bring up during sex, Hyeon didn’t reveal his inner thoughts; instead, he hugged Misha tightly and kissed him.

“I love you, of course.”

The moment the sentence defining this foolish stubbornness finally escaped Hyeon’s lips, he trembled, feeling a hot fullness filling his inside.

When he opened his eyes again, Hyeon was held in someone’s firm embrace. The warmth of another person transmitted through his whole body was awkward, yet not unpleasant. Hyeon silently hugged the body holding him, then curled his toes at the sensation of something sliding abruptly from within.

“Ah…!”

The tightly locked area below refused to open. Hyeon trembled slightly, feeling the volume swelling from the inside, binding him so that it wouldn’t slip out.

Misha had poured himself into Hyeon throughout the dawn without knowing exhaustion. Had he not been an Alpha, it was an act that would have been more than enough to leave a child in his womb. Every time Misha thrust his hips, frothy mucus seeped out from the inside, and eventually, his entire thighs were damp and sticky. Even then, as if not yet satisfied, Misha looked anxious that he couldn’t dig even deeper, and Hyeon whispered in a low voice.

‘It’s… okay… if you do it inside…’

He had already ejaculated several times, so it wasn’t about giving permission for that now. Hyeon was talking about something else. He had instinctively realized what Misha had been holding back, his lower abdomen [visit our site]straining, every time he ejaculated. visit our siteWhile intercourse cannot be said to be an act solely for reproduction, there was no one who didn’t know what an Alpha’s rut was for. To [unauthorized copy]sow one’s seed inside an Omega and cause conception. If the process leading up to ejaculation was for pleasure, knotting was different. It was to prevent one’s seed from leaking out and to completely block other competitors from approaching until that seed safely settled in the womb. It was a function purely for reproduction.

One might wonder what the point was in doing it in the womb of another Alpha, but regardless, the meaning of knotting was clear. They could not stop mating until the post-ejaculation was over and the rut had completely subsided. As Hyeon’s face burned even at his own words and he tried to turn his head away, Misha cupped both his cheeks and kissed him. Their intertwined tongues were so sweet that he couldn’t think of anything else. It was a stroke of great luck that the caretaker had taken a rare vacation to visit family in the capital, leaving the place empty for a few days.

As Hyeon had permitted, Misha no longer held back and blatantly revealed his desires. His testicles, pressed tightly below, continued to shoot cloudy fluid toward the mucous membrane. Even after Hyeon, who wore out first, fell asleep as if fainting from the pleasure, the unresolved longing remained, firmly seated inside Hyeon.

‘Really… I don’t know if I should be glad it happened to be today…’

If he had thought about the caretaker couple seeing him like this, he might have thought it better to end his life earlier than scheduled. Hyeon shifted his hips slightly to check how much the knot had subsided. However, feeling the volume still tightly locked, he let his body slump onto the sheets. Seeing Misha sleeping without a trace of exhaustion after using so much energy, Hyeon felt a bit envious and also found him lovely, so he smiled.

“…Misha.”

When Hyeon called his name softly, Misha’s cheek twitched. However, it seemed insufficient to wake him, as his rhythmic breathing slowed again. Ah, perhaps, just meeting this fellow at the end of a life I had always thought was meaningless was enough value for this lifetime. Hyeon thought it was a relief that he could spend the end of his life—which was neither very long nor particularly short—with Misha.

“Misha.”

Hyeon gazed at Misha’s sleeping face for a moment, then, as if playing a prank, cupped Misha’s cheeks and kissed him. Immediately after their lips touched and parted briefly, Hyeon mischievously moved his hips, and the pillar of brutal volume rubbed from the inside, instantly awakening the sensations he had barely forgotten.

“Ugh…”

Hyeon’s genitals, which had been quiet for a while, were also standing proudly toward the ceiling. Splosh, splosh—every time Hyeon carefully shook his hips, thick fluid flowed down from the inside. As Hyeon moved his hips more, faint wrinkles appeared one by one between Misha’s brows, and his eyelids began to blink slowly.

“……?”

The moment Misha finally opened his eyes, Hyeon smiled as if he had done something right and kissed Misha again.

“……?!”

“It seems you’re still not satisfied here.”

At Hyeon’s beastly low voice, Misha seemed to feel a shiver run down his spine. Hyeon wrapped his arms around the back of Misha’s neck. When he had embraced Omegas in the past, he couldn’t understand why they insisted on wrapping their arms and legs around him in such a cumbersome way, but now that he was the one being embraced, he realized this way was actually more comfortable.

‘I didn’t particularly want to know this.’

However, because of the member increasing in volume inside, his inner walls didn’t just twitch—his inner thighs tightened so much that it was hard to endure the pleasure without grabbing and pulling onto something. That overwhelming feeling wasn’t entirely pleasant, but he felt a sense of fulfillment only when he received Misha’s body heat, so he didn’t want to be apart from him for a second.

There were usually two conditions for a knot to release: when the fertilized seed safely settled in the womb, or when all the semen had been poured out with nothing left to squeeze. Since the former was impossible, it would be best to finish with the latter before the caretaker returned. Hyeon closed his eyes, kissing Misha’s flushed neck.

‘Though, even if I’m an Alpha and there’s no such risk…’

It was a miracle that a child hadn’t been conceived given the blatant traces left inside his body. Feeling a languor mixed with pleasure and fatigue, Hyeon accepted Misha again. If he had a body that could conceive a child and wasn’t in a situation where his breath was fading… a vision of a happy family—a happy couple who loved each other and a child who looked just like them—briefly flashed through Hyeon’s mind. It was a fantasy he had dreamed of for a very short time but had given up on early after realizing it would never be granted to him.

‘I don’t like spending my heart on impossible things. I hope you are the same.’

The words he had spoken once held onto Hyeon’s ankles like a curse. He didn’t remember a single [visit our site]word of the [stolen content]apologies Misha had whispered countless times before falling asleep.

“……”

Recalling the events of that day, Hyeon let out a long sigh while clutching his throbbing head. The old physician before him looked as if he were ready to storm the Imperial Palace at any moment, but it was hard for Hyeon to keep his composure amidst this sudden nonsense about pregnancy.

“Take my pulse again. There must be some mistake…”

As Hyeon quickly held out his hand, the physician hesitated before placing his fingers on the Duke’s wrist again. However, no matter how many times he checked, he only shook his head with a serious expression, as if there were no mistake.

“I am deeply sorry, Your Highness. But this is certainly a pregnancy.”

Hyeon stood his ground, refusing to back down from the old doctor’s claim.

“As you know, I am an Alpha, and until I received the assassin’s crown, my ruts came periodically. There is no way I could have suddenly become an Omega now.”

Who would believe that a man who had lived perfectly as an Alpha for nearly thirty years became an Omega overnight? Hyeon felt the same. Such a thing simply couldn’t be possible. Even in the modern era, where medicine had advanced brilliantly, he had never heard of an Alpha becoming an Omega. As Hyeon glared at the physician with a look of incomprehension, the doctor asked cautiously.

“By any chance, Young Master, have there been any medicines you’ve taken, incense you’ve burned, or fruits and vegetables you’ve eaten frequently?”

Hyeon was about to quickly answer that there were none, but in that moment, something flashed through his mind. Those candies. The candies that made his eyelids grow heavy the moment the sweet liquid burst inside, and the countless apologies Misha had poured out. Only then did all the puzzle pieces seem to fall into place.

“Wait. No, but….”

Hyeon stood up like a madman, ignoring the way his body swayed, and found the jar he had placed on the bookshelf. Then, calming his breath—which had grown ragged after only a short burst of movement—he held the jar out to the physician.

“Check if there is any poison or medicinal agent in this.”

Hyeon prayed that it wasn’t what he suspected. He desperately hoped it was all a nightmare, that he was dreaming of the worst possible future because he had become terrified of everything in the face of death, but the pain soaking through his entire body reminded him of reality. The physician took the candy, poured its contents onto a cylinder, mixed in various reagents, and watched for a reaction. Then, with a very serious expression, he replied.

“Were you told what is contained inside this?”

Hyeon searched his memory for a moment before finally speaking.

“Only that it was… Tikan tree sap.”

“Then it seems he did not lie. The effects of Tikan tree sap are sedation and suppression. It has been used as a substitute for sleeping pills for so long that it appears in ancient legends, and it is used as a painkiller in folk medicine. It is also excellent at inhibiting the growth of tumors or boils, and since the side effects are not significant enough to worry about, there is no problem.”

If the candy wasn’t the cause, then what on earth was? Clutching his aching head, Hyeon asked again.

“What are those side effects?”

The physician answered immediately.

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If that were the case, it meant there was even less of a problem with the candy. Since the principle by which the assassin’s crown consumed its host was by growing inside and destroying the organs, it meant Misha had actually provided the most suitable medicine. While Hyeon was still confused by the situation, the physician added one more thing as if he had just remembered something.

“Aside from that, if there is a well-known side effect….”

As Hyeon looked up at the physician again, the doctor flinched and stepped back before reporting.

“I do not know the exact reason, but according to folk prescriptions, there is a passed-down warning not to give it to Omegas or Alphas who are preparing for pregnancy. Of course, it is a story without a precise basis.”

It was a story that had even less to do with Hyeon. If Tikan tree sap was a medicinal ingredient that should not be prescribed because it interfered with pregnancy, then how could he explain the fact that he had suddenly become pregnant? Everything was full of contradictions. Ultimately, having gained nothing and only becoming more distressed, Hyeon could not give any answer to the physician’s question about what he intended to do.

After barely silencing the frantic physician and sending him away, Hyeon remained alone in the room, ruminating on his final night with Misha. Before the caretaker returned from vacation, Misha had left him with cryptic words.

‘One day, you might come to resent me. But I swear truly, there was not a single moment where I did not act for your sake.’

The face, where sadness ran deeper than fear, was so unfamiliar. To a face so mature it didn’t suit a boy who had just turned twenty, Hyeon had comforted Misha, telling him not to say useless things, and then held him in his arms until he fell asleep.

‘Stop talking nonsense and just go to sleep. My breath will run out before I even have the chance to resent you.’

Instead of being horrified by Hyeon’s joke that didn’t sound like a joke, Misha replied with a face that looked as if he might cry at any moment.

‘If, just if, it were possible to escape the curse….’

And Hyeon had covered his mouth without a moment’s hesitation.

‘I told you. I hate spending my heart on things that are impossible.’

At Hyeon’s low warning, Misha quickly shook his head and burrowed into Hyeon’s embrace like a puppy, apologizing. Hyeon had stroked Misha as if he were lovely and hugged him tight. Looking back, it was a truly foolish thing to do.

The moment Hyeon learned Misha’s true identity, the emotion he felt was a vicious sense of betrayal. Perhaps there had been some misunderstanding. Perhaps there had been some error, some misconception. Maybe it was actually someone who looked alike, or the protagonist’s hidden twin. However, the numerous behaviors he had overlooked without a second thought only served to prove more clearly that Misha was indeed the protagonist of the novel he knew. The more Hyeon thought about Misha, the more it felt as if his heart were being torn to shreds. No, that couldn’t be. He had known Misha for three years already. In that long time, there was no way he would have poured that much devotion just to humiliate him. Yet, in the current situation, the fact that he had been toyed with was so undeniably clear that it was hard to maintain his sanity.

Why? Why do such a thing? It might have been the Isaac from the original work, but the current Hyeon had done nothing to earn the protagonist’s grudge. Of course, the kidnapping in the distant past could not be undone, but even in the original, the protagonist did not resent Isaac that much for it. Rather, he even felt a bit of pity for the man who had tried to kill him, only to eventually meet a miserable end.

Was the enemy, who had been so easily fooled by mere glasses and ash, simply too laughable? Knowing that the Misha he had loved was all a lie, Hyeon wanted to let go of everything. At this rate, both he and the child would die anyway. I’ll end up succeeding where my parents failed. Hyeon sneered like a madman. If the goal was to humiliate him, he could have just played with this useless body. He could have simply defiled and violated a body that couldn’t even conceive as he pleased. Why?

Because he didn’t know the reason, he also couldn’t tell how much of it had been a lie. Did he ever love him? Did he approach him from the start just to deceive him? Among those countless acts of kindness and confessions, was there a single moment that wasn’t a lie? Hyeon had once thought that Misha had made a foolish choice. Out of so many people, why on earth did he harbor feelings for someone like him, a traitor who was soon to die? He had only felt sorry for him. But the moment he realized that the one who was actually foolish—the one who had been deceived—was himself, he could only laugh like a lunatic.

His mind froze under the heavy weight of betrayal. The words Misha had left him at the end were drowned out by a surge of anger that rose like a tsunami.

“Ha, haha… haha….”

He had vowed his entire life never to walk the same path as his parents, but in the end, he was to die along with a child that had not even been born; there could be no more miserable ending than this.

The day after the physician left, Hyeon saw a boat crossing the ice lake Read on Read BL Novelsand approaching the place [visit our site]of exile. Instead of a familiar face, a man wearing a uniform he Read on Read BL Novelshad never seen before sat upon the boat. After paying the boatman, the man stepped onto the island and walked with slow, heavy strides to knock on the door of the mansion.

“A message from the Imperial Family.”

It was an order to appoint Duke Isaac Tion Transis as the Crown Princess Consort. It wasn’t a ‘proposal’ or a ‘suggestion,’ but an ‘order.’ Isaac had no choice. He could either persist in his status as a traitor and die, or obey the order.

Hyeon recalled the things Misha had said. What if all this commotion was the result of ‘Misha’s’ efforts to overcome the world’s opposition and be with him? If that were the case, the process should not have been like this. The fact that Misha had made him pregnant on his own without asking for permission was the same. It would be nice if Misha were also unaware of the circumstances, but if that were true, he wouldn’t have invited him to the birth anniversary so ostentatiously. Even if the result was satisfactory, if the process was a mess, the vicious betrayal and despair he felt would not disappear. Even if he tried to think the best of Mikhail’s intentions, the relationship had already met its ruin. It might be better to die than to live as a puppet played by another’s hand. However, Hyeon still vividly remembered in his nightmares the touch that had tried to push him beneath the water. Even if his life were to end naturally, he could not choose to die with his own child by his own hand before that. He could no longer stay silent and keep his eyes closed like a dead man.

Hyeon told the official sent by the Imperial Family that his body was currently too frail to make the long journey to the Imperial Palace and asked for some time. Then, before the official could barge in with attendants to take him to the palace, he searched for a place to hide. Since loyalty to the Duke in Quilan had been skyrocketing since the dungeon break in Belgorg, finding a place to hide Hyeon was not very difficult.

A few days later, after receiving word from an affiliated monastery of a temple offering help, Hyeon fled the place of exile with the caretaker couple. The moment the empty place of exile was discovered, the Empire’s soldiers would chase him, but this was Quilan. As long as Hyeon did not reveal himself, he would not be found. It was the beginning of a long catastrophe.

Around that time, the Imperial Palace was equally turned upside down by the shock. First and foremost, the Emperor was enraged to the point of nearly fainting. This was a fellow who had suddenly stepped forward to challenge the position of Crown Prince, showing a terrifying rate of growth to surpass his older brother—who had been educated as Crown Prince material since birth—and had eventually seized victory single-handedly. The Emperor knew well that he was no ordinary person, having not only survived a harsh environment where six or seven out of ten children died before adulthood but also grown into such a magnificent hero. However, he had never imagined that the boy would be so extraordinary in the way he stabbed them in the back.

When Mikhail first revealed that there was someone he held in his heart, the Emperor had been willing to support him regardless of who the partner was. Mikhail was already a hero loved by everyone from local lords to commoners across the country, and he was in no position where he needed to borrow the power of his in-laws. Thus, the Emperor thought it might be better for his son to marry someone he truly loved in a simple manner, rather than having in-laws who tried to wield power over the entire Empire using the Imperial Family’s authority, like his own wife.

But what if that partner was the enemy who had tried to kill him? What if he was an enemy general with layers of resentment piled up since the ancestors hundreds of years ago, and a traitor whose life would end as a punishment within a few years? The fact that he was a man and an Alpha wasn’t even something to consider at the moment. There were far more serious problems. Before the Emperor could even fly into a rage, a treasure that no one cared about had long since vanished from the Imperial Palace reports.

“I don’t even have that many children, yet not a single one of the three—be it a son or a daughter—is to my liking.”

In his heart, he wanted to depose Mikhail immediately, but the eldest son had already lost his succession rights after losing the duel, and the eldest daughter was a lunatic who had prophesied the downfall of Osbrant as soon as she could speak. When a child who couldn’t even properly say her mother’s or father’s name clearly declared that eventually not a single person using the name Osbrant would remain in this land, the Imperial Family decided not to show the princess to the world. Since the Crown Prince, who was to be the Emperor passing the name Osbrant to his descendants, was acting so insane, it meant he had two crazy children.

Watching the Emperor rage Read on Read BL Novelsas if he might Read on Read BL Novelscollapse, [Read on Read BL Novels]Marcel kept his mouth shut and watched the Crown Prince’s reaction.

“What on earth do you intend to do? His Majesty is greatly enraged, and according to today’s report, all traces have vanished from the place of exile. It seems he escaped through a secret passage.”

Reporting while alone with the Crown Prince in his room, Marcel scratched his head, expecting an order to bring him back immediately. Since when had this started? It wasn’t as if the Crown Prince had only started doing insane things a day or two ago. When he finally declared he would ascend to the position of Crown Prince and take the Duke as his consort, Marcel had swallowed curses several times.

Crazy bastard. I knew he’d eventually cause an accident. But he didn’t know he’d be this far gone.

At all other times, he was incomparably brilliant and upright, yet he lost all reason and judgment only when it came to matters involving the Duke, which left Marcel feeling utterly frustrated.

‘He wasn’t always like this….’

Mikhail had begun to act truly strange around the time he became the Crown Prince. In terms of timing, perhaps it was from about a year ago. Before that, the Crown Prince, who always shared everything with him in advance and tried to discuss things before acting, had begun to move alone more frequently. Marcel had simply thought he was acting with the prudence befitting the status of a Crown Prince. He hadn’t known that such things were being plotted behind the scenes. Shock was one thing. Now, all that remained was how to clean this up.

“Shall I dispatch a search party immediately?”

When Marcel asked while gauging the Crown Prince’s mood, the Crown Prince immediately shook his head.

“No. Leave him be. He will come of his own accord soon.”

Marcel felt a chill run down his spine at Mikhail’s answer. With that attitude… didn’t it seem as if he didn’t care if the Duke’s heart was miserably torn to shreds, as long as he could hold onto that body? This was not behavior befitting a Crown Prince. Marcel hesitated for a moment, then spoke, ignoring the fact that his own neck might be in danger.

“Your Highness. I am hesitant to speak, but….”

“…….”

When the Crown Prince nodded as if telling him to continue, Marcel spoke up as if he had been waiting.

“It seems you are not considering how the Duke must feel right now. He is a man and an Alpha, and the fact that Your Highness has deceived him for so long must be quite shocking. Is it truly alright to leave him as he is?”

“…….”

The Crown Prince did not answer.

“Right now, Your Highness… it seems you have no regard for his heart.”

The moment Marcel finally poured out his inner thoughts, the Crown Prince burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking like a madman.

“…Do I look that way?”

He laughed like he was crazy; had something actually happened to his head? What on earth did this mean? Marcel doubted his own ears even after hearing it.

“Then that would be a great relief.”

Because he will certainly be alive when there is something that must be paid back fervently.

In that moment, a glint of determination settled in the Crown Prince’s eyes. Although he currently looked like a profligate from a third-rate romance novel, for that brief instant, Marcel was reminded of the man who had challenged the position of Crown Prince. It was truly strange.