Their hot lips met again, and with each breath, they felt a burning sensation.

Unknowingly, they focused all their senses on this softness.

It was different from the intense kiss they shared at the wedding, trying to quench the thirst they had resisted all along.

Levanfell was not impatient. The sweet nectar that cautiously crept in spread throughout the body.

Gently and warmly, very slowly.

His warmth made her feel warm.

“Just a little more……”

Unconsciously, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Levanfell’s neck, pulling him closer.

It was like an indescribable addiction.

A moment clinging to an insatiable desire.

“Gasp……!”

Suddenly, she felt a lot of strength leave her body. It was a situation she had never experienced before, surprising her.

As she suddenly lost strength, her body staggered.

When she opened her eyes, which had been closed in surprise, Levanfell’s equally startled face was right in front of her.

It was Levanfell, whose hair was turning white.

“……!”

And the moment when Levanfell’s hair all turned white.

“Teriella!”

All the strength drained from her legs, and she collapsed to her knees.

Levanfell, who had broken off the kiss, quickly grabbed her.

She blinked her surprised eyes, almost clinging to his hand.

“Are you okay?”

“Suddenly, I felt weak……”

After a little time passed, strength returned to her body. Though she stood on her feet, Levanfell’s face was still filled with shock.

“……I think I’m okay now.”

It seemed that the intense kiss had surprised her, causing her strength to fail. Blushing, she buried her face in her palms.

Levanfell gently picked her up and carefully laid her down on the bed.

“You may be unwell, so it would be good to call a doctor.”

“No!”

She quickly objected, grabbing the hem of his clothes. Levanfell’s eyes sparkled clearly.

‘……Huh?’

And she saw Levanfell’s hair turn black, even though he hadn’t infused it with divine power yet.

‘What happened?’

Did she unknowingly infuse him with divine power while kissing?

She couldn’t remember.

Because her mind had gone blank while kissing, leaving no memory at all!

‘What have I done?’

She wiped her blushing cheeks with her palms and took a deep breath.

The impulsive act she had committed without thinking made her dizzy.

She glanced at Levanfell, who still seemed only concerned for her.

“……You’re not really a siren, are you?”

“What?”

“Suddenly, my mind flashed… No. I’m sorry. It’s nonsense.”

At her muttering, Levanfell’s stern face thankfully softened a bit. He chuckled as he laid her down on the bed, brushing her forehead.

“Do you mean to lure people with a beautiful song?”

“Please pretend you didn’t hear that. I guess I’m not in my right mind.”

Levanfell chuckled, cupping her chin and brushing her forehead with one hand. A pleasant smile spread like paint across his face.

“Have I been seduced?”

“……What nonsense… Uh.”

But she had been seduced and had kissed him, even outside the wedding.

“So be careful from now on.”

Levanfell muttered as he gently stroked even one strand of her hair, as if it was precious.

“Or I might be tempted again.”

He murmured faintly, continually brushing her forehead with a hand that was nothing but gentle.

It was the first time anyone had cared for and worried about her this way.

Seeing someone’s face worried about her for the first time, she was swept up in the atmosphere and asked.

“……Why did you kiss me?”

“I was seduced too.”

Levanfell answered without hesitation.

“And the Empress? Why did you respond to the kiss?”

“……”

She didn’t know. There was no answer coming to mind.

She turned her reddened face away slightly. Then Levanfell burst into a happy chuckle.

“You don’t have to answer now. I’ll wait for the answer, so think about it at your leisure.”

“……Yes.”

“Stop thinking about it today and rest.”

She closed her eyes, lips tightly pressed, feeling like a baby.

She strangely felt at ease.

.

.

.

Startled.

Levanfell, who had closed the bedroom door and came out, staggered only a few steps before collapsing like a paper doll.

“Heh.”

Sitting down and brushing his hair back, a sigh escaped from Levanfell’s lips. Contrary to his composed appearance earlier, his face was still flushed with lingering heat.

A little while ago, the fact that he had tightly embraced Teriella’s waist with his own hands did not feel real.

Levanfell closed his eyes, clutching his fists tightly, as if afraid that sensation might escape. He wanted to feel that beautiful moment once again.

The scent. The warmth. The sensation.

Even the breath he exhaled and the little surprised voice that involuntarily popped out.

He wanted to devour and possess everything without missing a single thing.

But a voice interrupted that radiant moment.

“……Your Majesty?”

The electrifying recollection was disrupted, and Levanfell raised his head, furrowing his brows.

It was Jaelim, who had been working late in place of the emperor.

“……No. Why are you looking at me as if you want to kill me?”