The Kidnapped Prince is Mine Now - Chapter 39

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Chapter 39
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“Seems you don’t understand.”
“You don’t need me to explain?”
Damn it. I shot Wolfgang a sidelong glance and pulled out my water flask.
“Here, drink.”
As I handed the opened flask to the Belgrum, he blinked rapidly. Since he didn’t accept it immediately, I began to suspect he didn’t know how to use a flask.
“You’re offering a reward for such an ambiguous answer?”
“Ah.”
So that was his concern.
I brought the flask closer to the Belgrum’s hand.
He hesitated for a moment before finally accepting it. The way he tilted his head back and poured the water down his throat suggested his throat was parched indeed.
I retrieved the flask as the Belgrum readily returned it, and answered Wolfgang’s question.
“Information isn’t limited to just ‘yes’ or ‘no.'”
Who knows. It could be one way or another.
The information was ambiguous, but I could tell that the Belgrum before me was choosing his answer carefully. He wasn’t pointing at random marks just to obtain food.
‘So it doesn’t seem like he’s lying.’
Not bad. The next question would be far simpler. I wouldn’t even need to draw anything.
I pulled out the gun from my pocket again. I saw the Belgrum’s body flinch.
“I won’t shoot.”
I laughed while waving the gun in my hand. Rather sinister-looking, wouldn’t you say? I ignored the pointless whisper from beside me.
“Look carefully.”
I pointed once at the gun, then once at the Belgrum.
“Do you know what this is?”
If magic had been passed down to the Belgrum.
If those who summoned blizzards and animated corpses still wielded the power of ancient magic.
Soon, the Belgrum’s finger moved.
“…!”
One mark. Toward the ‘yes’ side.
Goosebumps erupted across my entire body. No wonder he’d been studying the gun so intently.
It wasn’t mere fear. He knew the true nature of this object.
A magical gun. An ancient weapon that only those with magical power could wield.
The fact that he knew of this thing meant, after all….
“That will be enough.”
My thoughts were cut short by a familiar low voice piercing through my ears.
The moment I turned to look, my gaze met a pair of green eyes. Rotar Eisenrit stood half-inside the tent.
Why was it? That feeling of being caught red-handed doing something wrong.
It might have been because of Rotar’s indifferent gaze looking down into the tent. Though if a stranger saw him, they’d say his expression wasn’t angry, so what was the problem.
‘Have I ever seen him look at me like that before?’
Even on the day we met in the Wasteland, his eyes hadn’t seemed quite so lifeless and inanimate as they did now.
Rotar Eisenrit’s gaze swept across me, the Belgrum, and finally Wolfgang seated beside them. When he spoke, his voice was measured and precise.
“It is time for bed, Elise. Rise.”
Without another word, he turned and left the tent.
In the past, he would have extended his hand to help me up. I found myself struck by how tender he had always been toward me.
A low whistle escaped—I caught myself mid-sigh. When I glanced to the side, Wolfgang’s face was alight with barely suppressed laughter.
He leaned close, his voice dripping with mischief.
“Are you quite all right? This feels rather like the first cold war between newlyweds.”
“And what exactly would you do about it if I weren’t?”
“Well, do you require comfort?”
“That’s creepy as hell. Don’t say things like that again.”
I shook my fist at him in mock threat, then rose to my feet.
“Oh, right.”
Before leaving, I handed the Belgrum the rest of the bread from the paper.
“Eat well. I still have far too many questions for you.”
The Belgrum accepted the bread with elongated fingers, studying my face intently—like someone searching for an answer. I met their gaze without flinching.
‘It was deeply uncomfortable at first.’
But the more I looked, the more accustomed I became. Humans are creatures of adaptation, after all.
I waved lightly and stepped out of the cramped tent. His mention of bedtime proved no exaggeration—save for those standing watch, all the knights had already retired from sight.
“Shall I see you back?”
“Just go. Please.”
Why pour oil on a burning house? I kicked Wolfgang’s rear and moved on.
Had Rotar Eisenrit already fallen asleep? Not a glimmer of light seeped from within his tent.
Puzzled, I stepped toward the entrance.
Thud.
“…!”
My foot caught on something, and my body lurched forward.
I was certain my nose would break.
“…”
Strong hands gripped both my shoulders, barely steadying me.
A familiar scent washed over me—warm and comforting, mingled with the rich leather of his armor.
‘Rotar Eisenrit.’
I lifted my head, but his face was obscured by shadow. As I reached to touch his cheek, the hands cradling my shoulders slid down to my waist.
He pulled me close with a sudden force, and my face collided with his chest.
“Ow…”
A small whimper escaped me. In truth, it didn’t hurt that much, but I needed some reaction from him, even if it meant exaggerating.
“…”
Rotar Eisenrit lifted me effortlessly into his arms. My suspended body swayed for a moment before settling onto the soft sleeping bag.
A large shadow fell across my prone form. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, his face became faintly visible.
A cold expression, utterly devoid of warmth.
My heart sank.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything to break the silence.
“Rotar, wait—”
Our lips collided.
Usually when he kissed me, he’d start by brushing his full, soft lips against mine, but not this time.
“Mmph, ah….”
His thick tongue surged into my open mouth in an instant. Without any gentle exploration of my teeth or palate, he simply sought out my tongue and pulled it toward his, the base of my tongue aching from the force.
‘It’s rough.’
One hand on my shoulder, one on my waist—now I understood why he’d pinned me so firmly I couldn’t escape. His tongue rubbed against mine without breaking contact, and my breathing gradually quickened.
I twisted my body instinctively, searching for a gap to breathe, but it was futile. Instead, Rotar moved the hand from my shoulder up to grip my jaw firmly.
“Mmph, ah, mm…!”
It was a violent kiss. Yet my body ignited rapidly.
As heat bloomed in my belly, my toes curled inward.
Unable to endure it any longer, I pounded my fists against his chest. Only then did his lips part slightly, granting me a moment to breathe.
“Gasp…!”
I drew in desperate, shallow breaths. Had there been light, my flushed face would have been plainly visible to him.
I wiped the tears gathering at my eyes and looked up at Rotar’s face.
“….”
Even in the darkness, his beautiful green eyes were faintly visible.
But that was all. He didn’t look pleased at all.
Rotar kept his gaze fixed on my face as he spoke.
“Elise.”
“Y-yes?”
“Do you intend to die?”
Ah.
My breath caught in my throat without my meaning to.
There was no need to ask why he posed such a question. I had said those words.
‘What if we die the moment we enter Drakenloch? Perhaps now is our only chance to gain something.’
But those words had been spoken carelessly, driven by the desire to save the Belgrum. They weren’t a declaration of my will to die.
I was about to explain, my lips trembling.
“Rotar, that’s not what I meant… mmph.”
His thick tongue parted my lips again and entered once more. The hand holding my body began to move, sliding across my skin.
“Ah, mm…!”
His large hand slipped beneath my winter clothes. Without any gentle caress, his touch was rough and demanding against my bare skin, and my waist trembled and ached.
“…!”
The moan that escaped was swallowed by his tongue, dissolving like foam.
Rotar pushed his remaining hand through my disheveled hair. Then, as if blocking any escape, he gripped the back of my head firmly and pulled me toward him.
After tangling his tongue with mine for a long while, he briefly parted his lips and spoke.
“I remember that day. When you promised you wouldn’t abandon me.”
His low voice echoed like a cavern.
“Ah, I… what….”
“I was foolish enough to believe in that promise. You’re someone who can abandon me in this life whenever you wish.”

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