His gaze focused especially on her slender legs, and Rosé thought it incredibly fortunate that her cloak hem had been torn during the kidnapping.

Lian’s expression soured. He wanted nothing more than to conquer her immediately, summon the Sword of Asker, and tear that fish-human in half for eyeing her legs.

But since that would ultimately require forcibly assaulting her, he decided to postpone that plan for a bit longer.

He didn’t want to be hated by her. No, more precisely, he couldn’t be hated more than he already was.

“……That is how it happened.”

“I see. This is my first time seeing humans up close.”

The Mermaid Crown Prince, who had been staring intently at Rosé, now shyly lowered his head. His already pale skin reddened with a blush, making him look feverish.

The pufferfish came running, patting their bellies, bringing towels soaked with demonic beast energy, but the Crown Prince waved them away.

Seeing sweat beading on his nape, the pufferfish sighed and retreated. Apparently, the Crown Prince was recognized as a beauty even in the eyes of monsters.

“Sea Attendant, what are you doing? Extract the liver for the Crown Prince immediately!”

The Sea King frowned, mistaking the Crown Prince’s reddened face for a symptom of his illness.

The turtle, startled enough to make his shell twitch, hurriedly pulled out a filleting knife from his bundle.

“Time’s up! Who wants their belly cut open first?”

The turtle shouted at the two, spreading his shoulders wide. Seeing the filleting knife as long as his arm, the Crown Prince’s face turned deathly pale.

The Sea King lied to his frail son that humans were creatures incapable of feeling pain, but the Crown Prince’s heart continued to race.

In his urgency, the turtle grabbed Lian’s wrist first, as he looked the most robust.

The Crown Prince exhaled in relief at that moment, but no one noticed that it might be because of Rosé.

“First, your liver……”

“Wait!”

Rosé urgently pulled Lian’s hand. He was secretly touched. In truth, he had planned to lie still pretending to offer his liver, then snatch the knife when it came close.

Though less durable than a real sword, the filleting knife was sharp enough to pierce skin. It would be sufficient to dispatch the turtle or squid.

But hiding these intentions, Lian turned to Rosé with a deliberately fearful expression.

When those moist, deep purple eyes turned toward her, Rosé’s heart sank.

Even the Mermaid Crown Prince’s face, which she had so admired, seemed to fade from her mind.

Oh no. This wasn’t the time. Rosé embraced Lian’s waist, worried he might get hurt, and shouted.

“This man’s liver is rotten! You’ll die if you eat it! He’s a drug addict with parasites crawling all over!”

Lian’s expectant expression clouded slightly.

The turtle glared, asking what nonsense she was spouting. His eyes, already frightening with their wide whites, now looked like a dinosaur’s.

“Anyway, not this man’s liver! His liver is soaked in alcohol and will kill you if eaten! Instead of this trash, I mean, instead of this liver that smells like sh*t.”

Rosé shouted desperately amid the murderous atmosphere.

“I know a better treatment!”

“What did you say?”

This time the voice came from the Sea King. Rosé moistened her parched lips with her tongue. She wondered if her words would be believed, but it didn’t matter.

If she could just buy time to absorb s*men. So she could have both father and son’s… no, no, if she could just make it out alive.

“I can cure the Crown Prince’s illness. If you give me one chance, I’ll make him completely well.”

“Miss.”

Lian, now labeled a drug addict and alcoholic, looked at Rosé with narrowed brows at her outlandish claim.

Rosé reassured him with her eyes that she had a plan, and puffed out her chest.

The Sea King snorted at her audacity, a mere human standing proudly before him.

“The liver treatment was researched by our fish doctors themselves. Do you believe that a mere human could surpass them?”

The pufferfish agreed, each puffing their cheeks plumply. The turtle also nodded as if proud of the fish doctors.

“Sea Attendant. Extract that human wench’s liver first. The impudent one’s liver must be very fresh.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Rosé’s face darkened. Just as the smug turtle rushed toward her—

“Father. I wish to hear more of what this woman has to say.”

The clear voice flowed from the Crown Prince. The Sea King stared at his son with wide eyes, as this was the first time his sickly son had expressed an opinion.

Rosé also stared blankly at the Crown Prince, surprised by this unexpected development. With all eyes on him, the Crown Prince shyly spoke while brushing back his blue hair that reached his waist.

“In truth, I have been troubled by eating raw livers. If there is another treatment, I would like to try it even once. Father, please grant my request.”

The Sea King, at a loss for words, gave his son an affectionate look. The pufferfish pretended to wipe tears with their short fins (too short to reach their eyes).

Poor Crown Prince. The coral reef of the sea who, due to a mysterious illness that began in childhood, had never joined other merfolk in human hunting, unlike his peers.

How difficult it must have been for that frail and delicate Crown Prince to eat raw liver every day. Wasn’t he a child with a weak stomach who even burned fish with magical energy before eating them?

The Sea King could only sigh briefly, unable to refuse his son’s request. Rosé quickly seized the opportunity while everyone had softened and threw out a question.

“Your Highness. Do you often become pale?”

Any illness can share symptoms. Like people you meet while walking, symptoms would eventually overlap if you listed enough of them.

The Crown Prince, wearing a smile, swept the floor with his fins as he moved forward.

“Yes, that is correct.”

Rosé continued her questions with a pleased expression.

“Do you feel sluggish?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Do you sometimes get fevers?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Do you sometimes lose your appetite and skip meals?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Do you sometimes stay up all night?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

With each answer, the Sea King’s face noticeably brightened. He seemed to be thinking, ‘Could this human really know a treatment……?’

Really now. Ninety-nine percent of office workers experience these symptoms. Rosé was merely testing the Crown Prince, recalling her old days working at Transmigration Holdings.

“Indeed… it’s that illness.”

After several questions, Rosé lowered her lips, trying to look as serious as possible.

After the Crown Prince said, “Father, it’s amazing. Everything this woman says is correct,” the Sea King flapped his fins as if about to rise from his chair.

Rosé cleared her throat with an “ahem” and dragged out the time. Finally, the impatient Sea King stood up from his throne, struck his tail on the floor with a thud, and said:

“Can you truly cure the Crown Prince’s illness?”

Only then did Rosé lift her head and answer.

“Yes. I certainly can. It’s very simple.”

The Sea King let out a loud “Huh!” The Crown Prince beside him, who had been modestly flapping his fins, sparkled his eyes.

But there was something strangely lewd about that gaze, making Rosé feel a chill down her nape.

Then, the Sea King spoke with a determined voice.

“It’s an incurable disease that no medicine has helped. My delicate son has never even cracked open a sea urchin himself. The biggest problem is that he’s too weak to even achieve an er*ction.”

‘……Huh?’

Things were going well until this sudden mention of erectile dysfunction? But hiding her surprise, Rosé seriously replied, “Ah, I see, so that’s it.”

What was unexpected was the Crown Prince’s calm reaction despite having his private matters exposed.

He nodded vaguely as if it were someone else’s problem. Just like a teenage son tired of his father’s nagging.

“If you can completely cure this illness, I will set you free. But if everything proves false, I will execute you myself. I will cut off your limbs, dismantle your organs, and throw them as food for the fish. So, wench, you must take full responsibility for your words. And finally.”

The Sea King drove the tip of his trident into the floor and added the most important point.

“I will not believe in a complete cure if the Crown Prince’s complexion and energy return only temporarily. You must make the Crown Prince’s manhood stand and produce seed.”

At that moment, Rosé couldn’t contain her excitement and opened her mouth. Good heavens. That’s my specialty.

“If you understand, kneel before me now and show proper respect.”

Rosé knelt down with the energy of someone ready to make the Crown Prince’s manhood stand right away.

Whether Lian read her vulgar thoughts or not, he rubbed his forehead and muttered something. “Miss…… rather, mine……” or something like that, but Rosé didn’t particularly pay attention.

“You have three days. You there, Sea Attendant! Take these humans to the Blue Sea Pavilion immediately.”