It was the time when the pure white moon illuminated the earth. Shadows hung from the slowly shifting clouds. The flowers in the garden had gone to sleep, and only the cuckoo's cry could be heard silently. The suppressed moans could be heard through the windows that rattled in the wind.

“Ha….”

The sheets were a mess on the luxurious bed. The bed creaked dangerously, and a sweaty man looked down at the woman.

“Hmmm.”

“Do I have to force your lips open in order for you to make a sound?”

The man yelled and the woman bit her lip tightly. The man began to move his hips roughly as if he had been waiting.

The woman's brow creased as the pain surged through her. And her lips were swallowed by his. Before she could feel the plump lips, a hot tongue ravaged the inside of her mouth.

“Ah!”

She tried to swallow her moan but she couldn't. The man chuckled and thrust his erected manhood harder. The sticky sound echoed through the room.

The collided flesh shook  dizzily. As the man's upper body came down a little more, her soft mounds grazed his skin. She was overwhelmed to endure his solid body.

The man's hand brushed her lips. The lips glistening with saliva were bewitching.

“If my wife is not cooperating, I'll find a way.”

The man who wanted to continue the act actively pursued her. He roughly squeezed her breasts. Her soft petals became moist.

“Ah.”

The woman clung to the man. There was no way she could overcome his power on her own. The man's hands grabbed her waist.  As he ran towards the final climax, the bodies of the two were filled with moisture. Sweat dripped down his chin sensually.

The man collapsed onto the woman's body. His manhood erected again and the woman closed her eyes quietly.

Rattle. Rattle.

The old carriage came to a stop, showing its weight. The horseman, who was transporting the goods, took off the cloth and looked around at the goods inside the cage.

'Today's prize really isn't very good.'

The slave trader's eyes flashed sharply. He looked at the women inside the cage and couldn't hide his disappointment.

'No! I brought the finest today. I'm sure he'll like them.'

He opened the steel door and pulled out a thin woman.

“Come here!”

The woman with the red hair was darkened in many places, probably because she had not been bathed. The slave trader  frowned and roughly pulled the woman's hair to see her face. He wanted to see her face.

“Ha!”

A pretty woman came into his eyes. To be sure, he took a handkerchief from his pocket and rubbed her face hard. It made the woman's face turn slightly red.

“This is a great prize.”

“I struggled a bit to catch this one. I thought she  was a normal girl, but she used magic. She was starved for a few days and didn't have the strength, and she would have suffered a lot if it hadn't been for the magic restriction shackles.”

The slave trader gripped the woman's chin tightly and turned her this way and that. He liked the look on her face, and the satisfying smile never left his mouth.

“I'm going to bring her in right now. He'll be very pleased.”

Beher wandered after the slave trader. The clattering shackles moved heavily. She didn't expect to be caught by a slave trader.

The next thing she knew, they were coming across the border and walking through the forest like that.

'If I knew this would happen, I should have thought more and ran away.'

Beher regretted it belatedly. But it was only for a short moment. Considering the hell she had gone through, it'd be much better living as a slave. Even the shackles on her ankles didn't feel so heavy.

Beher swore firmly that she would never return to the Vitan Empire again. She ran away in the middle of the war.

She recalled her father. A mean and selfish man. And a man whose greed knows no bounds. He was a man who used even his own daughter as a weapon.

At first, she thought it was all natural. The beatings, the pain, the fact that my emotions were drying up…if someone had lied to her, that would have felt more real.

Beher looked down at her feet and dirt was seen between her toes.  If others see it, they may criticize why she made a foolish choice.

But for the first time, Beher acted on her own initiative and made a decision.

This was the beginning of her life. But the slave trader who had captured her was going to sell her. It was disgusting.

“Hurry up and move!”

The slave trader shouted frustratedly at Beher, who was walking slowly. She hadn't eaten anything for a while and had no energy. She couldn't walk fast even if she wanted to.

She thought she was confident in her physical strength, but it was true what they say about even a large beast would collapse in the face of hunger.

Rustle.

The sound of rustling echoed quietly. Beher had arrived at the bathroom when she thought she was going into a dark place.

“Wash every inch of it, as that man must be able to see it.”

At the voice of the slave trader, some of the waiting servants recited, bowing their heads.

“Yes, sir.”

To show the true value of the product, it had to be spotless. Beher couldn't even open her mouth to the maids who were roughly tearing off her clothes.

It was too early to run away.

“I came in half a year but you make me wait because of the slave b*tch had just come in. Why is my life like this?”

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One of the maids rubbed Beher's body roughly, as if venting her anger. There was some tingling, but it was much better than the beating her father had given her.

All the while, Beher held something in her hand tightly and would not let go. It was a shiny yellow object. The maid dressed Beher in plain undergarments and indigo plain clothes.

She had to look for the chance to escape.

Beher sighed so quietly that no one could hear.

Once her hair was somewhat dry, the slave trader who had been waiting outside released the chains around Beher's ankles. But the cold restraints bound her wrists.

“Let's go.”

Beher gave a small nod. She walked faster, probably because her feet were lighter than before. After a moment, the slave trader  stopped. His eyes lit up.

“The one you are about to meet is a man you dare not to look up. If you do anything stupid in front of him, you will lose your life. I hope you understand what I am saying.”

“…… Yes.”

This time, Beher answered aloud. Now that she couldn't use her ability, she had to obey rather than rebel. The slave trader opened the brilliant, dazzling door.

At a quick glance, it didn't look like an ordinary person would be there. As she entered the room, she saw several uniformed knights standing in their seats. Only one person sat on the curved sofa.

Perhaps that man was the 'high man'.

“What are you dumbfounded about! Can't you get down and greet him right away?”

The slaver trader hit her knees. Beher was forced to kneel on the floor. But that wasn't enough, he pressed down her head violently.

Her forehead tingled due to the strong impact.

“Quiet!”

A frustrated sound came out of the mouth of the high man who had been watching the scene closely. This caused the slave trader to shudder and clam up.

“Raise your head.”

'Who are you talking to?'

“Can't you hear?”

Beher lifted her head. She saw a pair of expensive shoes in front of her.

“Huh?”

Beher realized belatedly and tried to lift her head higher. But her jaw was lifted by the coercive hand.

The high man's face was reflected in Beher's eyes. His black hair and red eyes were striking. As if someone had used black magic, Beher could not escape his gaze.

His face was cold and chilled like a sharp icicle. Beher focused only on him while her chin was being held. Then the high man opened his mouth.

“How old are you?”

He asked the question. But Beher couldn't answer. She only blinked. She didn't even know why she was like this.

“The Grand Duke is asking you a question. You b*tch!”

The slave trader began to kick his feet. The shoes made of leather were heavy and painful. Perhaps it was strange that there was no bruises on her body.

“Ben.”

The high man's voice sounded low. Soon, a large shadow approached the slave trader.

“Arghhhh!”

Blood splattered in her elegant eyes. When Beher sneaked a glance, the slave trader who had been talking so arrogantly and roughly was decapitated.

Beher was so surprised that she couldn't speak. She had seen this in the battlefield, but she was puzzled to see such a cruel scene anywhere else.

“I will ask you again. How old are you?”

“I'm twenty. “

Beher answered his question immediately. If she didn't answer again this time, it would be her head that would roll on the floor next. The high man was silent for a while. As if to gauge something, he looked at Beher.

“Ben, pay the price and take her.”

The high man made a decision. The man named Ben hesitated for a moment at his words, then quickly pulled a bulky pocket out of his pocket and threw it on the table.

'You pay even if the slave trader is dead?'

He looked very used to this, as if this had happened more than once or twice.

''I'll see you later then.”

The high man seemed to have finished his business and went outside. All the clean up seemed to be done by the man named Ben.

Beher looked up and straightened her back. The area was more of a mess than she had expected. Blood was splattered all over the place and the fishy smell was awful.

At this rate, the rotten smell would spread quickly, and people might start rushing in.

It seemed that she could escape if the restraints was released first. If not, she might be framed as the culprit.

When Beher looked up at Ben with a worried expression, he noticed the look in her eyes and pulled something out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

It was a distinctly different attitude than throwing the gold pocket on the table earlier.

Beher looked carefully at the unidentified round card. It was only a brief moment, but she could see a card with the imperial crest on it. She wanted to be sure of exactly what it was, but it seemed that magic had been used, and it soon disappeared.