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Ir was called the monster of the imperial palace due to severe burn scars.
Though she faces people’s contempt and disgust, she was happy because she had her comrades in the 9th Knight Order who were like family.
Until the holy sword appeared.
The imperial palace was thrown into chaos with the appearance of the holy sword, which legend said would make its wielder emperor, and the 9th Knight Order was also mobilized for the mission to retrieve it.
However, they were ambushed by unidentified assailants,
and Ir, with her last strength before dying, grasped the holy sword.
And when she opened her eyes again, Ir had transformed into a completely different appearance.
With a beautiful body without a single scar, free from pain.
‘I will have revenge. I’ll find out who they are and behead them.’
But her newly acquired body is still weak, and she’s about to be sold at a slave auction.
Hearing that a royal has come as a customer, she thinks about somehow getting sold to that person to return to the imperial palace….
“How much for this woman?”
Ir looked up at the man in shock.
The man asking for her price was the 5th Prince Nergal, who absolutely should not be in a place like this.
That person who was a brief childhood acquaintance and who avoided her the most in the imperial palace.
***
Nergal watched her as she slept.
The moment he saw her, he knew she was Ir. He couldn’t help but know. After all, when they were young, he had countless times imagined what she would look like as time passed.
How she would look with long hair instead of the short cut she kept for training, how much deeper her purple eyes would become – those eyes that would glare at him asking if he was bullying her again, how much more her arms and legs would grow – the ones she used to boast were longer than her peers’. More often than she chatted about becoming a great knight when she grew up, he thought about her future.
And he lost the chance to see that future he imagined forever.
Because of his mistake.
Nergal’s eyes flashed as he embraced Ir. Whether it was the power of the holy sword or some other wicked force, he didn’t care.
He had no intention of letting go of what he had regained, even if it meant death.
