Chapter 11

"Did you have this in mind from the beginning, Meltna?"

The black chains tightened around Raidor, like a snake constricting its prey. Clenching his teeth against the magical bindings that squeezed his limbs, Raidor asked in a calm tone,

"I would rather not do such things. That is not a lie."

Meltna, who was being questioned, tilted her slender neck with a troubled expression.

"Still, I am the daughter of the Prime Minister, Rockwood Marcel. I have the duty to dirty my hands for this country and, if necessary, to give up everything."

"Because you're the Prime Minister's daughter... You said something like that five years ago, too."

"Ah, when was that? In any case, everything is for the future of the Zain Kingdom. I must ask you, Prince Raidor, to come with us."

As Meltna raised her right hand, the guard knights stepped forward. One had already been knocked out by Raidor, but another remained. No matter how strong Raidor was, having survived in the harsh frontier, he couldn't win while his limbs were bound.

"Do you think I'll fight for you if you drag me to the capital by force?"

"That is indeed the case, Your Highness. In the worst case, we will use the enslavement magic to make you fight."

"Enslavement magic... How far are you willing to go!?"

Enslavement magic is a type of curse that forces others to serve by placing a fetter on their soul. It is typically used only on criminals or captives, never on someone who has committed no crime, let alone a member of the royal family.

"As a former subject and as your betrothed, I beg you to be captured quietly."

"Can I accept that now, being called a betrothed? I won't bow to you again... Naimilia, teach these rude guests a lesson."

"Yes, Master. I will not tolerate any insolence towards my master!"

A figure stepped forward to block the knights who were trying to take Raidor away. It was Naimilia, the maid who had been standing behind Raidor since the conversation began. Naimilia spread her arms and stood in front of the knight, staring straight at the much larger man.

The knight, clearly a non-combatant, frowned in exasperation.

"Can you please step aside, young lady?"

"I won't move."

"As a knight, I don't want to hurt an unarmed girl..."

The knight sighed and reached out to Naimilia's shoulder. A woman's frail body would easily be pushed aside by a knight who makes a living from battle. However—

"I won't let anyone touch my master! I said, I won't let anyone touch my master!"

"What...!?"

A storm of magical power erupted from Naimilia's body. At the same time, her silver hair, which reached her shoulders, writhed like a living thing, and her eyes glowed golden like a full moon. She looked like a majestic and terrifying goddess from mythology, and her beauty was so striking that it made one's spine shiver.

"Only I, Naimilia, have the right to tie up and whip my master! I won't allow a fatty like you to do it!"

"Ugh...!?"

The violent surge of magical power physically knocked the knight back, slamming him into the wall of the mansion. The simple wall crumbled under the impact, and the knight tumbled to the ground.

"Hmph... This level of SM play with my master is laughable! At least come back in some bondage fashion!"

"What are you talking about?"

Naimilia pointed at Meltna with a sharp finger. Raidor, looking at his dependable but relaxed servant, scowled and interjected.

Meanwhile, Meltna, who had witnessed this absurd exchange, was frozen, her eyes fixed on Naimilia's hair and eyes.

"Silver hair, golden eyes... Could it be, one of the 'Six Witches of Destruction'!?"

The calm facade Meltna had maintained crumbled into a look of shock as she stared at the transformed Naimilia.

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