The Kidnapped Prince is Mine Now - Chapter 20

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Chapter 20
I was receiving perfect service, in every sense of the word. Even if I had no intention of reciprocating, I didn’t want to interrupt a man who insisted on handling everything quietly on his own.
Rotar blinked at my response before nodding obediently.
“Understood. I’ll have water prepared beforehand.”
Along with his pleasant whisper, he gently caressed my thigh. Then—
“One more thing.”
He grasped my protruding hip as he spoke.
“I’d prefer you didn’t harbor any unnecessary thoughts. I enjoyed it too.”
“….”
Had he read my mind?
Rotar rose from his place and unhurriedly made his way to the bathroom.
Only when I heard the door around the corner open and close did I release the breath I’d been holding.
“Phew.”
That madman Rotar. Claiming to be inexperienced. A virgin, he said? I couldn’t believe he lacked experience.
I glared at the ceiling, contemplating demanding a refund from the Information Guild for their investigation into Rotar. For some reason, my racing heart showed no signs of calming.
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A week had passed since Rotar’s “service” began.
“Where are the winter gloves?”
“They said they stacked them at the entrance of the Annex Building.”
I chewed on dried fruit while watching the bustling Holy Knight Order. I appreciated how they didn’t make a fuss even when our eyes met—they simply bowed respectfully and moved on.
In the Main Hall, though? The stares were so constant I wished they’d just speak to me.
‘And they all had that oddly satisfied expression.’
The soundproofing must be decent. It had to be. I squeezed my eyes shut, recalling the moans I’d uttered while cradled in Rotar’s arms.
For a week, Rotar had never once broken his promise. Which meant he hadn’t attempted to go all the way.
His fingers were merely tools permitted for the efficiency of his service. They had nothing to do with his own pleasure.
Once, sometimes twice. Moments after I reached my peak, Rotar’s lips would descend across my body—my forehead, my cheeks, my neck, and occasionally near more intimate places—with gentle kisses.
Throughout all of this, Rotar had never once removed his trousers.
‘Is this right?’
I found myself staring pointedly at the crotches of passing knights.
It bothered me. Regardless of whether I was the master and he the servant, it felt like I was exploiting his labor.
On the other hand, I was curious. What about what lay beneath his trousers? Would it be no different from his fingers? Or perhaps… even more than what I’d experienced now?
“What occupies your thoughts?”
I snapped back to awareness at the familiar voice. There was no need to turn my head—Wolfgang’s face was right in front of mine.
He scrutinized my expression with an odd look before asking.
“Your gaze seems to be fixed on something rather peculiar. Do you require assistance?”
“What—no… Shut it! It’s a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding.”
I snapped loudly and shoved Wolfgang’s face away. He chuckled and stepped back, unbothered by my hand squashing his cheek.
“Your face has turned red.”
With that whisper, he popped one of the dried fruits from my lap into his own mouth—so infuriatingly smug I wanted to smack his forehead.
Wolfgang settled beside me, working the dried fruit between his cheek and teeth.
“So, why have you come?”
“Does the Holy Maiden need a reason to visit the Holy Knight Order?”
“Of course. You only seek us out when you need something.”
He had a point. Wolfgang struck a nerve with that grin plastered across his face.
I withdrew the gun from my bosom.
“Ever seen one of these?”
“What is it?”
As Wolfgang instinctively reached to accept the gun, I pulled my hand back. I wasn’t sorry—after acquiring it only a few cycles ago, I’d grown rather attached to the thing.
“Never mind if you don’t know. Tell me, do you know anything about mana?”
“Mana? You show up out of nowhere and ask the strangest questions.”
Wolfgang shrugged with an exasperating smirk. Truly, he was insufferable—I was tempted to pistol-whip him just once.
“What is it you wish to know?”
“…How to obtain mana.”
First, I’d extract the information. Then I’d settle accounts. I suppressed my irritation and replied.
Wolfgang answered with a bright laugh.
“My, the Holy Maiden truly shows her lack of formal education here. In this day and age, how would one…oh, why are you doing that?”
“Speak up, you useless bastard!”
So it came to this. I swung the gun toward his head. Since it held no bullets, I might as well put it to use this way.
Wolfgang dodged the blows by twisting his head side to side, yet continued prattling on.
“Well, that’s how it is. But why are you curious?”
“Shut up! I don’t feel like explaining.”
“Goodness, you’re so particular. Wait, are you trying to shoot between my legs with that?”
Wolfgang nimbly sprang to his feet, and I failed to achieve my objective.
He maintained distance from me as I radiated killing intent, and swiftly changed the subject.
“We can discuss that later. Do you know who’s been selected for this expedition?”
“…No.”
Right. That was another reason I’d come.
I glanced between Wolfgang’s legs and my gun, then slowly lowered my hand.
Beyond the Snowy Mountains—the members for the Drakenloch expedition had been finalized.
Twenty people in total would depart. Some from the Graufels Knights and some from the Holy Knight Order. The rest would remain at the castle.
“We can’t predict how the Archbishop or the First Prince might move.”
The primary concern was that we couldn’t disperse our forces carelessly. Even if the expedition succeeded, returning to a castle that no longer existed would be pointless.
“The environment doesn’t permit deploying large-scale forces anyway. Unless we want to attract the monsters’ attention.”
Quietly, yet as swiftly as possible. The strategy was to focus solely on extracting information related to Zaikas’s Blessing.
That aside.
“….”
I stared intently at Wolfgang’s face as he rattled off the expedition plans.
His demeanor was no different than usual. His expression was as composed as if he were reciting the order of ceremonies for the Archbishop’s birthday celebration.
“Provisions will naturally be supplied by Graupels, and the horses we’ll ride….”
“Wolfgang.”
So I cut him off and asked.
“Aren’t you afraid?”
The expedition preparations were surely handled well enough. What I was curious about was something else.
Even the greediest emperors had abandoned the lands of the past and drawn their borders.
Call it the Snowy Mountains if you will, but beyond the City Walls lay an unknown realm that even the Staufen family itself did not approach lightly.
Why? Because preserving what hasn’t been taken is better than suffering needless losses.
Yet Rotar and I chose to venture toward Drakenloch. There was no other way.
We selected a perilous expedition over remaining idle and being crushed in Maximilian’s grasp.
‘But Wolfgang is different.’
He had no need to gamble on this. He was a young lord who could live in comfort as things stood.
At least until Maximilian handed over the Empire’s high nobility to the demons as sustenance.
Wolfgang’s amber eyes widened only briefly at my question. The boy smiled and replied.
“What would I have to fear? Pelmira’s representative walks beside me.”
“….”
A faithless wretch like myself shouldn’t be hearing such words from him.
Of course, I already knew why Wolfgang was going all-in on my gamble.
“Besides, there are things to gain from the Holy Maiden. Where else would I go now?”
Because I had agreed to grant his wish.
That was….
“What is that?”
I reflexively turned my head at the murmur from beside me.
The voice belonged to one of the Holy Knights carrying supplies.
He stared blankly at something, as if doubting his own eyes. I followed the knight’s gaze.
And I saw it too.
“…Huh?”
Beyond the City Walls, a colossal Snowy Mountain that filled the entire field of vision.
Something flowing down like black liquid from the mountain’s ridge.
Looking closer, it was not a liquid.
Before I could comprehend its true nature, a deafening horn blast pierced my ears with such force that my entire body trembled.
The screams that followed turned the blood in my veins to ice.
“Demons! A horde of demons is descending!”
A demon wave.
The smiling face of Maximilian flashed through my mind.

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