Its thick white fur turned into thin hair, and its protruding snout became red lips.

Watching this, Rosé licked her lips unconsciously.

‘Ah, what a waste.’

Honestly, she still couldn’t believe she hadn’t eaten that beautiful monster.

“Petisa!”

The remaining white wolf, witnessing its comrade’s death, charged at Emmett with a furious face.

Thud!

The spearhead narrowly missed Emmett’s ankle. If he had been any slower, his leg would have been severed.

“Grrr!”

With a roar, the spear aimed for his shoulder.

About three minutes left. Emmett twisted his body to avoid the attack.

There was no time to relax. The white wolf created thick ice crystals.

“You’ll never break through this, human!”

Thunk!

Emmett’s attack was blocked by the crystal wall. He was starting to lose feeling in the hand holding the sword.

“There are humans over there!”

“Found them, over there!”

Another search party spotted the blue light and rushed over.

One minute left. If he couldn’t break through the crystal, they would be defeated.

‘He’ll die like this!’

Rosé anxiously bit her lips repeatedly and finally took the d*ldo out of her inventory.

They had to escape before the other monsters joined. The d*ldo could break through the crystal wall.

‘This is no time for pride!’

Rosé raised the d*ldo high into the air and ran towards where Emmett was struggling.

The weapon she held was crude for a heroine rushing to save the male protagonist, with her dress fluttering, but there was no choice. Whether it was a sword or a d*ldo, it didn’t matter.

‘Here I come!’

Rosé jumped from behind Emmett like a flying squirrel. But then…

Crack.

‘Oh no.’

She had hoped for a heroic moment befitting a transmigrator, but the crystal was already breaking at that moment.

The blue light was pushing back the demonic energy without hesitation. Damn it, she had timed it wrong.

“Grrr! How dare you, human!”

The white wolf hurled the broken crystal into the air.

It wasn’t aimed at Emmett. The target was Rosé, who looked like a flying squirrel.

“Ah!”

Rosé rolled in the snow.

Shards like glass fragments embedded in her arms and legs. Her face was covered with small and large wounds. The once white snow turned crimson with blood.

“Die, you human…!”

The white wolf raised its claws, but its neck was soon severed.

The crystal wall shattered completely, and even the remaining pieces melted away.

“Ah…”

Emmett, sheathing his sword, hurried to Rosé.

She was at the bottom of the slope. She had rolled all the way down and was now leaning against a rock, breathing heavily.

‘Let’s put the d*ldo back in the inventory for now…’

“Sir Emmett…”

With his jaw clenched tightly, Emmett quickly carried Rosé on his back.

“Over there!”

“They’re escaping! Catch them!”

Emmett ran without stopping along the steep path lined with dense trees.

It was the opposite direction of the Restilia Forest. It was an unavoidable choice to protect the team members.

Meanwhile, the sky was tinged with a faint sunset. Emmett spotted a small log cabin by the lakeside.

“Ah, it hurts, it hurts.”

Rosé’s groaning cries made his heart sink. There was no time to think.

Emmett kicked open the wooden door and quickly scanned the inside of the house.

Fortunately, there was no sign of demonic energy. It was probably hidden from view by the trees, making it invisible from the mountain.

There was a blanket in front of an old stove that could provide some warmth. Emmett laid Rosé down there and hastily wiped the sweat from his forehead before examining her wounds.

“Ugh… Ouch…”

The wounds on her left arm and left leg were severe, likely from the fragments that flew from the left. The shards were lodged in her veins, causing the bleeding to stop, but the problem was the demonic poison.

It hadn’t spread yet, but if left untreated, her left arm and leg would undoubtedly become necrotic.

“Sir Emmett… I…”

“You’ll be fine.”

Emmett answered as if casting a spell on himself and stood up to survey the house.

Rotten firewood, a rusty poker, stained towels, old chairs, and scattered empty liquor bottles.

Was it once a scout fortress? Seeing some black magic stones, it seemed like a fortress built before the boundary expanded.

Emmett roughly opened what appeared to be a closet. Fortunately, there was some liquor left.

Cheap rum and brandy. Better than nothing. He grabbed the relatively better-looking brandy and rushed back to Rosé.

“Excuse me.”

There was no clean cloth available. Emmett had no choice but to tear Rosé’s petticoat.

Rip. The skirt was torn vertically in an instant by his muscular arms. He laid the pieces out like bandages and soaked his hands in brandy.

“I’m sorry. This might hurt a bit.”

“It’s okay, ugh!”

Rosé bit her lip to stifle a groan, but the burning pain forced a scream out of her.

Emmett, with a tense expression, wrapped the cloth around her wounds. Although he had temporarily disinfected the wounds, he didn’t know how effective it would be against the demonic poison.

Damn it. If only he could release his hex.

Although his recovery rate was faster than other knights, it would still take three hours. These were not wounds that could wait that long.

“Aaah! Ugh!”

“I’m sorry. Just a little longer, please hold on.”

By the time Emmett’s hands reached her leg, Rosé was already exhausted.

She thought to herself that she should have taken her master’s divine bead and jumped in. She was so desperate that she didn’t even think about the items she had.

“Huff, ugh…”

Her vision was blurry. Emmett’s face, tightening the cloth, appeared hazy.

She felt regretful that she couldn’t appreciate his handsome face in such a good opportunity.

“Are you okay?”

Emmett asked softly, tending to the wounds on her cheeks. His lips, close to hers, were turning a purplish-black. He looked cold.

“Sir Emmett… cold.”

“Oh, I’ll go out and get some firewood right away…”

“No.”

Rosé shook her head and reached for his face. When her hand touched his cheek, his ear twitched slightly.

“You look… cold…”

At that moment, Emmett’s blue eyes wavered aimlessly. His Adam’s apple bobbed deeply.

‘I want to.’

Her body felt unusually hot. She remembered hearing somewhere that people feel strong s*xual desire when they’re in extreme pain, as a way to propagate the species.

Maybe that’s why. She couldn’t resist the urge to be close to him.

“I’ll… go out… for firewood.”

Emmett couldn’t finish his sentence. A hand had wrapped around his neck before he knew it. He could have broken free if he wanted to. But he didn’t.

“Hug me…”

A weak force pulled his neck down. Emmett helplessly leaned in until their foreheads touched. It was hot. He opened his eyes wide and spoke.

“Do you have a fever…?”

Rosé swallowed his lips like a thirsty beast, cutting him off.

Ah, they were moist and soft. The lips of the Blue Knight Commander, who always stood rigidly, were unexpectedly erotic. Even the faint smell of sweat was tantalizing. He must have given boring orders with these lips.

Teasing him, she licked his lower lip. His chin twitched as if it tickled.

What if she did this? She reached out and played with his earlobe. She gently stroked it with her thumb, caressing the back of his ear and inside his ear.

Each time, his ears twitched like an innocent boy’s. He seemed to know he should refuse but couldn’t.

But she also wanted to see him act like an adult. Rosé mischievously thrust her tongue in.

“Haa…”

“Wait… just a moment…”

Emmett braced himself on the floor to resist being swept away. Meanwhile, their tongues intertwined, and it was impossible to tell whose saliva it was.

It was his first kiss. Contrary to the expectations of those around him, he had never experienced anything at the age of 28.

It felt a bit different from the vague kisses he had imagined. In his imagination, it wasn’t so sudden, nor did his heart race like this.

Perhaps she was mistaken because of her fever. Maybe that’s why she was acting so irrationally.

She was a fragile woman who would easily be pushed away. He just had to lift his head. If he tensed his neck and raised his upper body a bit…

“Mm… Sir Emmett…”

Damn it. Emmett’s body, which had been as stiff as a rock, melted like snow at that moment. Even with the weak force pulling his neck, he collapsed helplessly.

Yet he still worried about whether he was too heavy. He feared putting any strain on her fragile body. Even in the face of overwhelming instincts, he only thought of Rosé.

He desperately braced himself on the ground to avoid putting his weight on her. Meanwhile, he accepted her tongue as it came.

“Mm, Emmett, mm.”

“Haa…”

Tentatively, he extended his tongue to tickle the tip of hers. Stroking his trembling chin with her hand, she pushed her tongue deeper. She eagerly sucked it in. His breath grew heavier.

The more he explored her lips, the hazier his mind felt. It seemed as if only the two of them were left in the world.