Luin's clenched fist was cutting through the air, heading towards the face of the pervert.

"Heeheehee..."

Because he wanted to crush the face of the man who was smiling creepily while looking at his own groin.

"Stop grinning... I'm going to tear that face of yours apart."

If there was one commonality between Luin and Ricardo, who could never mix, it was that they both hated perverts.

-Mr. Algae.

-What.

-Don't stand next to me.

-...Why are you picking a fight.

-I don't like men getting close to me. I especially don't like plants getting close to me.

-...Why are you picking on my hair? And I don't like sitting next to men either.

It wasn't a crime to not like the opposite sex. Strictly speaking, according to the laws of the empire, homosexuality was a crime, but you couldn't say anything about a person liking another person.

Still...

"Ugh..."

Luin clenched his fists and began to chant a low magic, because he would rather die than lose his chastity to a man in a bunny girl outfit.

"Wind Step."

"Stone Skin."

"Needle Impact."

"Strength Enhancement."

Luin, with magic layered all over his body, stared at the man's face and began to run.

'I'll kill him in one blow.'

With the will to eliminate him from society, because he was a waste of air.

Right now, the magic in Luin's fist had the power to easily pierce the hide of a large monster.

"Kekeke."

It meant that even a glancing blow would be fatal.

"Khahahahahak!!!"

The man with the vile smile looked straight at Luin's fist and stuck out his face.

'What... what is this...!'

It was crazy.

To stick your head out towards a fist filled with magic.

"Khahahahahaha!!!"

How much of a weakling did he think he was to stick his face out? Luin, whose pride was hurt by the man's unorthodox behavior, looked at the confident man's face, bit his lip hard, and let out a low curse.

"Yeah, go ahead and die."

The moment Luin's fist, along with a smile mixed with madness, made contact with the man's head, Luin thought that his fist had properly struck the man's face.

'Crazy bastard.'

-Kwagagagagagak!!!

Because he had felt his face hit his fist. Luin, who thought that his face must have been smashed to the point where its original shape was no longer recognizable, turned his back on the rising dust cloud and said to Schuen.

"Let's go, Schuen. We're wasting time."

Let's go, because we won.

And so, one step.

Two steps.

Just as he was walking away from him with a confident stride.

-Slime.

Luin frowned at the strange slime on the back of his hand.

"What is this."

Because there was nothing on it until he had chanted the magic.

The moment Luin felt something was strange, seeing the slime dripping from his fist, which should have only had a slight scratch.

"Heehee... that stung~"

Luin felt a sticky laughter and a hot breath blowing in his right ear.

"Boy~ I thought you were a weakling, but you're a man who knows a thing or two?"

"What?!"

He should have been dead.

Luin, who was surprised that the man's face, which he had felt the fist filled with magic strike, was standing there unharmed and had appeared in an instant, staggered and clenched his fist.

"Needle Impac...!"

"Mmm... it's okay. I'll make it so it doesn't hurt."

"You son of a bitch."

As Luin's single scream rang out, the man's fist struck Luin's abdomen and began to stretch towards the sky.

-Keok...!

The moment vomit was about to come out of Luin's mouth, who had been hit directly.

"Lick."

The man licked his lips, grabbed Luin's face roughly, and threw him towards the sewer wall.

"Nice shot."

"Cough..."

"Did it hurt?"

"..."

"I'll hug you so it doesn't hurt."

The man spread his hands towards the fallen Luin.

The moment the man's two hands, which were spread wide as if to hug Luin roughly, were about to swallow him, Luin realized that something sticky was on the part that had touched the man.

'What is this again...'

It was a slime that made him feel sick just by looking at it.

"Fireball!"

Luin, who had barely dodged the man's hug, quickly turned his body and began to fire magic towards the man's face.

Because he didn't know what would happen to him if he was hugged by that man.

-Bang!

"It tickles."

-Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Aah~ Boy~ it tickles."

The man who was taking Luin's magic with his face said to Luin with a sly smile.

"Don't bully me."

"...Eee..."

"I like a gentle man more than a rough one. If you keep being mean like this, I'll have to become a bad boy too."

"This is fucked... really."

The huge figure came right up to Luin's nose.

The sight of his figure getting bigger, with wriggling veins, as if he was growing muscles in real time, was so disgusting that he felt like he was going to vomit.

"Come here. I'll hug you."

The man's hands, dripping with sticky slime, were spread out to the sides and were once again approaching to hug Luin.

"You crazy bastard..."

At the same time, his lips were also approaching Luin's.

"Y... you son of a bitch."

As Luin's trembling eyes looked at the man's fish-like lips, Luin felt the greatest fear he had ever felt and screamed.

"Yooooooooooooou sooooooooon of a biiiiiiiiiiitch!!!"

His first kiss was with a man.

And it was a kiss with a man in a bunny girl outfit. The moment Luin's pupils lost their strength in the overwhelming shame.

"Schuen-gel special move...! Noble slap!!!"

A huge fireball hit the man's side and saved Luin from the depths of death.

"Hahaha...! Schuen-gel landed a blow!"

Luin, with his trembling eyes open, looked at Schuen, who had a confident expression, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Heok... heok... thanks to you, I'm alive."

If it weren't for Schuen, he would have suffered a terrible fate.

"Really... I'm going to kill that guy for sure."

Schuen, with a confident expression, looked at Luin's lips and asked in a serious voice.

"Did you do it."

"..What."

"The kiss."

"I didn't..."

"..."

"I really didn't."

Schuen, who had nodded at Luin's heartfelt defense, looked at the wreckage where the man had flown and began to talk about the plan.

"Listen carefully. Algae."

"...What is it."

"I watched you and the mutant fight carefully, and something was strange."

"I know."

-Krrrr...

A chilling presence began to emanate from the collapsed wreckage.

-You bitch.

The anger of the 'homosexual' who had been hit by a woman was being directed towards Schuen.

"How dare you... interrupt my date?"

Because he hated women.

"How dare you..."

His muscles began to twitch strangely.

"A bitch who can only whine...."

Schuen let out a calm sigh and pushed Luin forward. No matter how she thought about it, she thought that if she used Luin as bait, she could draw out the man's reaction well.

"Why are you pushing me."

"...You said you'd take care of it, algae."

"We have to fight together."

Schuen, who was looking at the calmly approaching man, began to calmly tell Luin the information she had found out.

"It seems that that slime has resistance to magic."

"...That's right."

"Looking at the power of the magic you threw, it was a magic that could blow off the head of a normal adventurer."

"Right."

Luin, who had landed a blow, nodded his head as if he agreed with Schuen's words and began to add evidence.

"I definitely planted my fist in that guy's face, but it was strange that he was fine. At the very least, he should have fainted, but seeing him standing upright, it seems like he has some resistance to physical force."

Luin showed the slime on his fist to Schuen and asked for her opinion. If they examined the slime that had come off while hitting the man's face, they would be able to find a way to deal with him.

Of course.

"Eeeeeek!!! I don't want to!"

"...You have to look at it to know."

"It's dirty, I don't want to!"

"..."

Schuen refused to look.

At Schuen's strong reaction, Luin let out a long sigh and began to fire magic at the approaching man. Because he thought he had to seal that guy's movements first.

"Let's create some distance first."

"I was thinking the same thing."

As Schuen's magic, which he had uttered, flowed as if it had slipped on oil, Schuen bit his lip and said.

"This is fucked!"

It was a difficult opponent for magicians to deal with.

Of course.

"Still, I think we can win."

It wasn't an opponent they couldn't win against.

*

"..."

As the number of corpses piled up in the sewer was increasing. I looked at Chartia, who had a cold sweat on her forehead, and asked.

"Princess."

"...Huh?"

"Why do you want to become the king, princess?"

"..."

Chartia, who was smiling without a word, let out a hollow laugh and replied. As if the reason was obvious.

"If you're born a person, you should climb to a high place, shouldn't you?"

"Is that so?"

"You have to aim for the best."

I smiled slightly and swallowed the question.

"That's a good goal."

Because the words she had just uttered were not from the novel.

The second prince's disregard.

The discrimination her mother received.

Among the many reasons, the biggest reason she wanted to become king was because of a certain 'person'.

"It's a good thing to become the best."

Not wanting to question her, who was hiding her heart, I smiled slightly and decided not to add another opinion to her words.

Because she would meet him anyway.

I erased the faint smile I had been wearing and slowly moved forward.

Deeper into the underground.

Into her endless heart.

And.

To the former 'chancellor' of this country.

A certain day in the past when the moon was cold.

Young Chartia, sitting alone by a beautiful pond built on the outskirts of the imperial palace, was sitting on a stone slab, panting heavily.

"Pant... pant..."

The maids are moving busily.

"Are you alright, Your Highness!!"

The maids, who had said nothing when her brother was present, were now moving busily after he had disappeared.

"I will bring a towel right away!"

When she had cried out for help, no one had helped her.

-Gasp... gasp... please save me.

-Kuhaha!! Who would save a defective product like you?

-Please...! Please!! Help me...!

Now, the sight of the maids moving busily was sickening.

Chartia, who was staring at the water droplets falling from her hair to the floor with a vacant gaze, swallowed dryly as she looked at the maids moving busily.

-Squeeze...

Because nothing would change even if she hated them.

The fist clenched in sorrow pressed down on the hem of her soaked dress.

Chartia, who felt miserable at the sight of the water droplets falling to the floor like tears, began to tremble her shoulders.

Whether she was trembling her shoulders from the cold.

Whether it was because of the sense of relief that she had survived.

Or whether her shoulders were trembling because of the anger of living while being constantly subjected to this.

She didn't know.

Because she was young.

Too young.

She didn't know the reason for the inexplicable bullying.

Really.

Her brother hated her.

He hated it when she approached him, spitting out words that she had lowly blood mixed in her.

Today, she had picked flowers from the flowerbed to make a flower crown and went to her brother to receive praise.

-Hey~ look at her?

-I made it for you, brother...

-You're damaging the empire's property with your dirty blood...?

He trampled on it and broke it.

And as if that wasn't enough, she was even scolded by her father. For treating the imperial family's property carelessly.

-Father! Chartia ruined the flowerbed.

-...No. I just took a few flowers...

-What are you talking about, you trampled on it.

-No!!

-The maids saw it!

Although it was because of her brother's fabrication.

"...Hiccup."

Her heart ached because her sincerity had been trampled on.

"...Sniffle."

She could endure being pushed into the pond.

"Sniffle... hiccup."

She had gotten used to the maids avoiding her, so she could endure it.

"Hng... hng."

That they would curse her behind her back.

That they would ignore her when she fell into the pond.

She could understand it now.

Because she was a defective product.

However.

She didn't want to hear 'that' word.

No matter how much of a defective product she was.

Even if she was cursed for her unprincess-like behavior, she really didn't want to hear that word coming from her brother's mouth.

-Yuck... dirty.

The word 'dirty' felt like her existence was being denied.

"I..."

It felt like she was a person who shouldn't have been born. Chartia really hated hearing that word, dirty.

Chartia, who was sitting under the full moon sky, thought she should go back to her room before more maids gathered. Because there would surely be gossip about her causing trouble.

"..."

No.

Chartia, who was sitting with her fists clenched, was hesitating. Because it seemed like there would be gossip either way.

Chartia, who was wearing wet clothes, thought that if she walked around the palace in this state, there would be talk of her dirtying the palace, so she decided to accept the maids' help.

"...I really hate it."

When she went back to her room, her mother would hug her. While saying, 'I'm sorry that your mother can't do anything.'

"..."

She felt sorry for her.

More for her mother than for herself.

Had Chartia's sorrowful silence, where she could do nothing, continued for a little longer?

-What are you all doing!

A loud roar that echoed through the pond began to resound through the silent pond.

Chartia, surprised by the sudden loud noise, looked at where the sound came from and began to hiccup.

"Hiccup."

Because she thought 'another' scary person had come.

Her thoughts became complicated.

The thought that it might be a person shouting not to help her, or that it might be a person sent by her brother to bully her, kept coming to her.

Because her second brother often sent people.

The worry that her mother would be worried if she didn't go back now began to echo complicatedly in her head, making her hiccups even stronger.

"Hiccup..."

She hoped it wasn't a scary person.

The old man, who had let out a huge roar, strode towards Chartia and held her tightly in his arms. Overturning Chartia's frightened expectations.

"Hiccup... wh... who are you?"

"...Oh dear, Your Highness."

"Um... my clothes are dirty, so you shouldn't hug me."

The old man, who called Chartia's name gently, looked at Chartia and his eyes trembled greatly.

"Did... the princes do this again?"

"...No."

"Don't lie."

"Th... that's."

While getting angry on her behalf.

The old man, who was hugging Chartia, placed the towel that a maid had brought over her head and said in a voice that was holding back his anger.

"I will tell His Majesty."

The words she wanted to ask someone.

However.

"No."

Knowing that she shouldn't do such a thing, Chartia grabbed the old man's collar and shook her head.

-Shake, shake.

Because if she tattled, things would only get bigger.

"Why... are you stopping me?"

The old man, who had stopped at Chartia's touch, looked at Chartia with pitying eyes and made a grim face. As if he were looking at his own granddaughter.

"..."

"It is your natural right as a princess of the empire."

"..."

"As a fellow human being, this is an act that has crossed the line."

"Then mom will get hurt."

"..."

"The other mothers hate mom... so mom will get hurt."

"Your Highness..."

"It's okay."

The old man, who was looking at Chartia with pity, stroked Chartia's head and said.

"I may look like this, but this old man is the chancellor of this country."

As if he were looking at his own granddaughter.

·

·

·

"I think I've roughly figured it out."

Chartia, who had recalled an old event, looked at Ricardo, who was silently walking through the sewer, and thought.

'Can I trust him?'

While harboring the suspicion that Ricardo, like that person, might be using her for his own gain.

-It is for Your Highness's sake.

She had suspected that Ricardo, like that person, might be meticulously deceiving her to use her to repeat the nightmare.

Not like a tragic heroine.

But because the fool who had been deceived by a person like a stupid fool was none other than herself.

She knows.

That his devotion, which he had sacrificed in the archives, was not fake.

But still.

She couldn't believe it.

"..."

Had Chartia's silence continued?

Ricardo, who was silently cutting down the approaching criminals, smiled faintly and said.

"Your Highness, aren't you overworking me a little too much?"

"..."

"I know you're trying to exploit me for all I'm worth, but you have to move too, Your Highness."

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm trying hard to get on your good side, but if I'm just being exploited, even I might get upset."

"I was lost in thought for a moment."

"My face is a little deadly."

"Hah... whatever."

At Ricardo's joke in a situation where blood and flesh were flying, Chartia let out a sigh of relief and clenched her fists.

'Yes. I'm a selfish person.'

Chartia, who had decided to become a person who used others after experiencing the past, smiled faintly and nodded at the reliable appearance of Ricardo, who had volunteered to be a pawn.

"You know, Ricardo."

"Yes."

"You're too much of a fool."

"...What?"

"You help without any reward."

At Chartia's words, which contained her conscience, Ricardo, who burst out laughing, said to Chartia in a low voice.

"No."

Chartia could not see Ricardo's smile.

"I'm so cunning."

His cruel smile, which contained his conviction.

*

Hanna, who was opening her eyes coldly, slowly approached the man who had collapsed on the floor.

"I remember."

"...Kuhaha, you monstrous bitch."

"You're the criminal my brother caught 6 years ago, aren't you?"

"...What did you say?"

"Histania Malik."

"!!!"

"He's my brother."

The man, who had heard 'Malik's' name, moved his body roughly and glared at Hanna as if he were going to kill her.

"That... that monstrous bastard is your brother?!"

The image of the monster, immune to his poison, was still vivid in his mind.

-Kuhaha!! I've grown up a lot too. To the point where they send the Royal Knights.

-...This is an entrance test. There are still a few more.

-Puhaha!! Really? Unfortunately, I don't think you'll succeed.

-Didn't I tell you, there are still more tests.

-...Just die!

-What are you doing?

-Why isn't my poison...?!

Poison's eyes trembled greatly as he began to spew out profanities at Hanna.

"Damn it!!! Did I miss the chance to kill that bastard's sister?!"

"...Haa."

As Hanna's sword, which was dragging on the floor, began to appear before his eyes, 'The madman who spreads poison' Poison struggled with his immobile body and moved to escape.

"I can't be caught by the guys from the same family twice."

"..."

"My poison is the strongest. If I just study it a little more, I can create a poison that can kill that bastard."

"Tsk."

Hanna, who had clicked her tongue, looked at Poison, who was running away with his hands on the floor, and said.

"He's a person you can't beat in the first place."

"...No, there is no one who is immune to my poison."

"What kind of person is Histania Malik?"

"..."

"He's a person who ate the poison you made because he was curious. How can you beat him?"

"...Don't make me laugh"

Purple liquids were boiling around Hanna and burning eerily.

The man, who had lost his will to fight at the sight of the poison that could easily melt the walls of the sewer disappearing helplessly, gritted his teeth and shouted.

"You must be special."

"..."

"Was the empire raising a monster like you?"

At the man's desperate scream, Hanna let out a hollow laugh and sighed.

"If the empire was full of monsters like us, the empire would have already conquered the continent."

"..."

"It's true, though. I became strong because I met a special person."

"..."

"I'm lucky."

"..."

Hanna, who was slowly approaching with the man's trembling pupils, began to shake off the purple poison on her blade and cut through the wind.

"Goodbye."

That was when.

-Tic.

A green liquid that had never been seen before began to flow from Poison's mouth.

"Kuhuhu!!!"

He had used many poisons in battle.

Nerve poison.

Fog poison.

Blood poison.

He knew the reason why such flimsy poisons didn't work, because he knew they had the same blood flowing through them.

Because the Histania bloodline was unique.

Now, the only way he could win was to inject the poison directly through hand-to-hand combat.

Of course, with his own skills, it was impossible to get close to that woman. If he got even a little closer, his head would be cut off.

Poison, who was waiting for an opportunity, stopped his detoxification function by shocking his liver. Because an opportunity to aim for one shot was bound to come.

Poison, who held the regurgitated blood in his mouth, waited for Hanna to approach. It was originally a secret weapon prepared for Malik, but he had no choice but to use it to survive.

It was Poison who had ingested various poisons.

The poison that a hydra spits out.

The poison of a cockatrice that turns a person into a stone in an instant.

Poison, who had dedicated his life to creating the strongest poison in this world, endured the terrible pain and shouted in his heart.

'Come...'

While preparing to spit out the poison gathered in his mouth like a cobra.

'Come...!'

However, Poison's ambition could not be fulfilled in the end.

"Stop it."

Because a sharp curved sword was pressing on his Adam's apple.

"Keok..."

He thought there was only one person.

Poison, who felt the tip of the sword pressing on his Adam's apple without even feeling a presence, was holding the poison in his mouth without being able to spit it out.

'I have to spit it out... but...!'

He will self-destruct.

If this continues, self-destruction..

I have to spit it out...

"Keok..."

By the time Poison was about to self-destruct with his own poison.

Hanna, who let out a low sigh, said to Veilin.

"Where were you?"

"I was behind that person from the beginning..."

The sad Veilin bowed her head deeply.

*

At the same time.

The fight between Shuen and Luin was also coming to an end.

"Your mom is a ***, isn't she?!"

"..."

"You orphan bastard!"

While mixing in pure insults with no malicious intent.