Most servants married young. Back when Wakako was still at the Saionji household, she had seen many servants arrange marriages as early as sixteen or seventeen, with the wedding ceremony taking place as soon as their secondary gender had manifested. Some were in such a hurry that they began looking for potential matches at just fourteen or fifteen. She had…
The black attire Wakako had worn for her night mission was finally set aside. Wakako stripped off her clothing and sank into the warm water, silently watching Miki in front of her. The Saint was meticulously examining Wakako’s right hand, inspecting it closely. This certainly wasn’t the first time Wakako had been naked in front of Miki. As early as…
The front lines were a place of bloodshed. Why would the Saint be here? Could Liu Siruo have failed to gather accurate intelligence when scouting the enemy? Wakako wanted to use the communication stone to question Liu Siruo, but she didn’t have the chance. Footsteps were closing in outside the tent, and she could faintly hear suppressed growls as they…
Mios, Royal Palace. A crumpled, lengthy scroll lay spread before the Queen. It was an urgent message from Nanling City. It detailed everything that had occurred on the front lines, no matter how small, and had been delivered to the palace immediately. This message had been personally written by three mercenaries. She read it in silence, her face revealing nothing,…
The woman who entered wore a well-tailored red dress, adorned with gemstones of varying sizes that clinked together as she walked, as vibrant as a fiery sunset. She was strikingly beautiful, with meticulously drawn eyebrows and rouged lips, clearly having taken great care with her appearance. Wakako found her somewhat familiar. But she wasn’t Miki. Of course not. The Saint…