A long chain was bound to her ankle. Wherever she went, it followed with a clinking sound.

According to Diego, these shackles could seal magical power.

Curious whether magic truly wouldn’t work, she tried releasing her power, but it dissipated in mid-air.

“How fascinating…”

She found these shackles remarkable—they hadn’t existed in the Kingdom of Estain, and she wanted to take them back for research.

“Magic is regressing, yet devices to block magic are advancing…”

It seemed the future was moving toward preventing or blocking magic rather than developing it further.

Despite being confined, she wasn’t uncomfortable. She could simply pull a bell cord, and a maid would enter to assist her.

“And here I finally gathered the courage to propose.”

Getting shackles in response was truly absurd. She wondered what was going through that child’s mind.

“How on earth was he raised…”

Siara’s lips protruded as she muttered, and just then the Empress entered through the door. She was shocked to see Siara in shackles, wearing minimal clothing that looked embarrassingly scanty.

“What is the meaning of this…!”

“…You’ve arrived?”

‘Why ask me what your son did? Ask him yourself.’

The Empress pointed her finger at Siara.

“You…! Harlot!”

“…Ha.”

Harlot. In the other world, she was praised as an Archmage and hero who saved the country, but here she was called a harlot, illegitimate child, and all sorts of insults.

The Empress folded her fan and struck Siara’s cheek. There was a whooshing sound, and blood trickled from her cheek.

“How did you seduce my son? Huh? Someone like you! How dare you set your sights on the Crown Prince?”

Siara sighed and pointed to her shackles.

“…Don’t you see these? Speak properly. How could I seduce anyone? And what do you mean by setting my sights?”

She had indeed set her sights on him. Though he was just a child with the ink barely dry behind his ears, he wouldn’t be a bad marriage partner.

‘I can’t die an old maid.’

According to Jensen’s divination, she had no prospects in the Kingdom of Estain, so the only person who truly appreciated her body was Diego from this world. Therefore, marrying Diego would be the best option.

The Empress screamed loudly.

“He says he wants to marry you, and you claim you didn’t seduce him!”

“…”

Siara felt slightly dazed. When she had said she wanted to marry him, there was no response, so she thought he had rejected her…

[“How can I trust you enough to marry you? Unless we had a child, perhaps.”]

‘Ah, right. I thought he meant we should marry if a child came along, but right after that he ran to his mother saying he wanted to marry me? What an adorable fellow.’

The corners of Siara’s mouth kept turning upward. Seeing this, the Empress ground her teeth.

“I will never accept someone like you! Your family is ruined and can’t provide any power to the Crown Prince, do you have no conscience?”

She had sold her conscience long ago. Otherwise, why would someone who had lived a thousand years try to marry a mere child?

Besides, after observing for a thousand years, she knew parents generally couldn’t win against their children. So getting permission to marry wouldn’t be difficult.

The Empress opened her fan wide and covered her mouth.

“Without accepting a Crown Princess, it’s impossible! And I will never permit your marriage until I see a grandchild from the official wife!”

“…Crown Princess?”

“Yes!”

Siara felt like someone had struck the back of her head. The Crown Princess the Empress spoke of certainly wouldn’t be her.

Diego was destined to become Emperor, and she couldn’t have him all to herself. There would be a line of official and secondary wives. Yes, that was it. Marrying Diego meant having to share him.

“…I see.”

It was disappointing. But since this wasn’t limited to Diego alone, perhaps she only needed to suppress her jealousy.

As Siara fell into deep thought, the Empress called for tea. An elderly maid placed black tea in front of Siara as well.

“I seem to have gotten too excited. Anyway, don’t stay here—I’ll look into making you a concubine at least…”

“Have you found the woman who will become Crown Princess?”

Siara’s throat was parched, so she sipped the tea while asking. The Empress’s eyes narrowed.

“Of course. I’ve narrowed it down to two: Marquis Marcel’s daughter and Viscount Rogers’ daughter.”

Marquis Marcel was a man who amassed wealth through despicable methods. He had killed several of his wives, and it was absurd that they would accept his daughter without knowing this.

‘I’ve always thought this, but they overlook everything if the title is high enough.’

She had seen Viscount Rogers’ daughter before—a pretty young lady with blonde hair and green eyes.

The Empress raised her chin and spoke arrogantly.

“Viscount Rogers’ daughter is more beautiful than any woman I’ve seen so far. The Crown Prince will fall for her at first sight. She’s a perfect young lady, which is why I wanted to bring her in despite being just a viscount’s daughter. Your sister’s bloodline is impeccable too, but your family is ruined, isn’t it? Such a shame.”

Was she suggesting that sisters should serve the same husband? The Empress seemed out of her mind.

“Then Viscount Rogers’ daughter would be good.”

“What?”

The Empress was taken aback, not expecting an opinion. But if a Crown Princess was needed, it would be better to avoid Marquis Marcel’s daughter.

“You know how Marquis Marcel accumulates his wealth, don’t you? Having the daughter of such a person as Crown Princess will cause problems.”

“But his power and wealth will strengthen the Crown Prince.”

“Let’s hope he doesn’t get devoured instead.”

The Empress looked at Siara with disdain. She pushed Siara’s forehead with her finger.

“Who do you think you are? The Crown Princess is far above you. For you to give advice on selecting a Crown Princess is presumptuous behavior!”

“…Then I’ll keep my thoughts to myself from now on.”

Siara closed her mouth. The Empress, finding her presence even more unbearable, stood up abruptly and left.

Outside the door, Diego stood with his arms crossed. The Empress ignored her son as she passed by.

Diego smiled at Siara.

“I didn’t know you were so interested in the Crown Princess.”

“…Well, if a good person comes in, it makes things easier for me too.”

“I see.”

Diego seemed lost in thought. Soon, he laid Siara on the bed and stared at her intently.

Wearing clothes so thin they were nearly transparent, Siara wasn’t even properly dressed in undergarments. Even concubines rarely dressed this way, so she could imagine how the Empress had viewed her.

Diego lifted Siara’s leg and sucked on the inside of her thigh with loud smacking sounds. Siara’s eyes grew hazy.

“Mmh…”

“You exist for me… don’t you?”

“…Well, for now.”

Both of them were equally desperate to get married. Jensen’s divinations were wrong only once out of a hundred, which meant they were mostly correct. So unless it was Diego, Siara had no one else to marry.

“Hngh!”

Diego’s tongue was now licking her womanhood. His wet tongue gently lapped at her sensitive bud, occasionally grazing it with his teeth.

“Ah, hah. Diego…”

“Your p*ssy is chewy and soft. Your fluid is sweeter than any honey, haah…”

Siara covered Diego’s mouth. She glared at him with a completely flushed face.

“Can’t you stop?”

“…What? This?”

Again, his wicked tongue began licking her womanhood. The sensation made Siara’s body go limp. Lying on the bed, she could only spread her legs wide.

The slurping sounds were embarrassingly clear. Each time he pressed firmly with his tongue, Siara’s body twitched. Soon, her legs began to tense.

“Hah, ah. Stop…! I’m, I’m going to…!”

Diego quickly removed his pants and thrust his member inside. Already wet, her passage easily accepted him as he rotated his hips, hitting her sensitive spots. When he pressed against a particular point, Siara’s back arched.

“Ah…!”

“There it is.”

As he repeatedly thrust into that spot, Siara’s body convulsed.

“Ah! Hah, ungh, ah, ngh…! Stop…! Ah, no…!”

Siara’s hands clenched. Feeling the org*sm she couldn’t reach earlier, she tightly embraced Diego. Her inner walls contracted mercilessly, releasing her fluids.

“Haah. Haah…”

Just as her strength drained, Diego kissed her lips.

He sucked her tongue deeply and explored her mouth. Then he entered her fully with all his might, his buttock muscles tightening. The thick member moved in and out with a thudding sound.

With her fluids flowing abundantly, the sensation wasn’t bad, but mixing bodies with Diego was still overwhelming.

“Ah, hah…! Ungh…!”

“Now it’s my turn. Siara…”

He looked at her lovingly. Siara held him tightly, barely able to breathe. She loved his firm body and soft hair. His possessive hands, his persistently following black eyes, and his stimulating scent gave her a sense of security. Everything about Diego embracing her was lovely.

Her hands were tied behind her back, and her legs were fixed to the bed, unusable. Her thighs were spread wide apart.

“Haah. Haah… Diego. Ungh!”

The clamps pinching her n*pples trembled. Diego was looking at her with cold eyes.

“You still haven’t told me where you went, Siara.”

“…But, this!”

Diego inserted a device into her passage. The device resembled a member, but despite not being very large, it was so hard that it felt uncomfortable.

Diego pushed it in and out while watching Siara.

“Tell me.”

“Ho…sob. I went to my…homeland.”