Summary
For three years, my devotion to the hero was absolute, until I was taken by Louvermont, the fearsome Duke of Hades. He challenged my reckless journey north and the extravagant gifts I had sent. After a timid apology on my part, he claimed to show mercy, though his words felt hollow. Noting my stubborn dedication, he suddenly asked for my hand, insisting on an instant reply. Left speechless, I met his amused gaze as he pressed the offer with a subtle warning. Ultimately, I accepted, learning that the hero’s father operates with an astonishing degree of arrogance.