Two-Faced Princess

“So I have to be reckless. Otherwise, I can’t have anything. Besides, when it’s dangerous, you can just protect me.” Apollonia laughed casually.

She had no intention of backing down. Until she found what she wanted, she was going to leave herself in the hands of fate.

Uriel smiled bitterly. If that was her choice, there was nothing he could do. He had to protect her from her fate.

***

Meanwhile, at Diaman’s mansion, a much more sinister conversation took place.

“I kept my promise, so please let me go.” The woman took a few steps back from the short bearded man in front of her.

He looked about 10 years younger than usual, but because of his cunning look and small physique, he looked hideous.

For months, he had been persistently bothering her. After refusing his countless requests, now she was kidnapped.

“Well, I promised you, but I don’t remember saying I would really let you go.” The dwarf-man, Viscount Diaman Mason, took a step toward her sobbing figure, eyes burned with lust as if he had been stoking it for the past few months. “Amoreta, reconsider my offer. I’ll give you one more chance. I’ve seen many beautiful women in my life, but I’ve never seen a girl like you before.”

His lewd stare gave her goosebumps every time he passed by.

Amoreta was a Bella. However, she had such beauty that even flowery speech alone couldn’t be enough to describe her.

“Didn’t I already give you medicine to make you look young?”

“I don’t want to look young, I want to be young. You didn’t completely meet my request.” Viscount Diaman laughed viciously. He always felt a strange satisfaction at the sight of Amoreta’s frowning face.

She was not from Lishan. A few months ago, she came to Lishan to flee from someone and caught his eyes. Viscount Diaman, who engrossed himself in a licentious lifestyle and boasted that he had good eyes for a woman, almost went mad the moment he saw her face.

Not only her face. She had a natural coquetry, a seductive figure. Her hand gestures, steps, scent… he just couldn’t take his eyes off her.

That’s why he brought the woman into his mansion. Amoreta would have been drugged if she was an ordinary pretty woman, but he wanted her to willingly stay with him for a long time. He brought her in, saying that he needed a wizard. Then he offered a ridiculous condition.

“Make a sword to attack and defend yourself in ten days. Enough to be used for battle. You’re a witch, so don’t say you can’t. If you fail, I’ll consider that you agree to be my woman.”

As far as he knew, there was no such item in the empire. If it truly existed, it would have become famous. So he provided the woman with materials that she needed and pretended to wait for 10 days.

On the 10th day, he appeared in front of her, wearing nice clothes.

“Here, give up already and hold my arms… huh?”

He closed his eyes waiting for the woman to hold his hand, but it was a cold blade that touched his hand instead. Amoreta was holding out a sword, distancing herself from him.

“What the hell is this!”

The sword flew. His swordsmanship and strength, rusty from disuse, could not keep up. In the end, he had to lie down for a while to catch his breath. Pride stung, he increased the ridiculousness of his demands.

‘Make a perfume to expel the monsters.’

‘Make medicine to make my voice like a woman’s.’

‘My voice has become strange! Make the antidote!’

She carried out his stupid and ludicrous requests without a word. Soon after, when she succeeded in developing medicine that made him look 10 years younger, Diaman had no choice but to admit it.

Amoreta was a genius. A genius in pharmaceuticals and sorcery.

He wanted to tear his hair out due to frustration, so he decided to use force.

“If you can’t return my youth, you must be my woman.”

“You should be more elaborate with your requests. If you were born 40 years ago, then you’re 40 years old. What do you mean by asking for youth instead of youthful looks?”

“I’m talking about raw strength! Adrenalizing and relentless energy! An irresistible energy! I can’t feel those anymore!”