They were the most precious things the young ruler of this empire had.

The most stifling day. The hardest day to breathe. The most bothersome day. Therefore, the days when he needed a place to lean on.

It was a brief resting place.

He slowly put the cookies he had not put in the magical tool into his mouth.

“……Delicious.”

It was a fact unknown even to his closest retainers.

For Ludwig, who lost part of his sense of taste due to extreme poisoning when he was young, Evelia’s cookies were a bit hard but sweet.

Remembering your gentle laughter. Because your movements, which must have messed up the kitchen, are clear. Because I’m grateful for your little hands that have collected each and every one.

Suddenly, the young ruler closed his eyes for a while as something unfamiliar was coming up and hitting him.

He was afraid to confront whether it was laughter, tears, or some deeper emotion he had never experienced before.

In the castle of the Eastern Demon World, the situation was not much different.

“No, Lord! What is this vicious attempt at assassination!”

After handling the business as usual, Marbas, who came to report, spouted anger.

“How dare someone.”

Ronove, who always followed Marbas in order to see the Lord’s face one more time, also trembled her attractive lips.

If Marbas was a vassal who was loyal to his Lord, the highranking Incubus, Succubus Ronove, was a person whose lust for her Lord preceded her loyalty.

Her Lord was fascinating enough to trap her in ecstasy just by his appearance.

‘If he was a weak human or demon, I would have gone into his dream and taken his spirit…….’

She sighed because the pitiful Lord did not show any gaps.

Anyway, the poop on the desk of the great Lord was obviously a wicked assassination attempt or an insult to the Lord.

“I’ll clean this up.”

She who had rudely swept the Lord’s body with her eyes reached out to the cookie basket. She wanted to clean up that annoying thing immediately.

It was natural to clean up for the Lord’s safety if it was left by an unknown person. Even if someone gave it to him and the Lord brought it, it would not have been different. She wanted to crumble and throw away the twisted judgement.

However, her fine hand did not even reach the basket. The energy manifested by Agares’s will brushed past Ronove’s hand.

Marbas, who prided himself as a highranking demon in his own way, and Ronove, were not able to notice it in time.

“Kyaak!!”

A moment later, Ronove’s thin and high scream echoed. Blood dropped from her hand. She grabbed her injured right hand with her left hand and fell to her knees.

It was a miserable scream and beautiful gesture that any other man would have put everything aside and run to hold her, but her Lord did not even give her a light look. Her heart ached at the Lord’s cruel punishment.

Leaning back in his chair, holding the document in one hand, and scanning it, Agares finally opened his mouth.

His eyes were still on the documents, and only the sharp voice was completely directed at Ronove and Marbas.

“…You need to lose that hand to play lightly. I think I warned you before.”

The low resonating voice contained indescribable anger. Even for a highranking demon, it was a hard energy to handle easily.

Ronove, who was struggling with her choked neck, knelt down and begged for mercy.

“Just…you don’t listen so I made a mistake……”

The cool golden eyes were directed at the kneeling servant. There was not a single change in his expression, even after giving such a ruthless punishment to his servant who admired him.

Overwhelming, insensitive, cruel. It was his character, engraved in his body over countless long periods of time.

‘If the little one sees, she will slap my back and call me a naughty rabbit.’

Casually, his thoughts reached out to a small little one. Agares bit his subordinates. It was too precious to think of his little friend in front of his subordinates.

Actually, what Ronove said was not wrong.

He loathed the sweetness to the point of trembling. The lingering sickly taste in his mouth was significantly unpleasant.

Among the socalled universal five tastes—sweet, sour, bitter, salty, and spicy—he especially disliked the sweet and sour ones.

However, since the moment his little friend passed him food, a new classification of ‘taste’ had formed for him.

Whether it was the commonly mentioned five flavors, or all the flavors given by his little friend.

“One cannot dare to categorize the gifts given by Eve.”

So, it couldn’t have included the sweet taste he disliked.

“It wouldn’t be bad to eat it again.”

The overly sweet, the eggshell that was chewed, the outside was burnt, and the inside was undercooked, that indescribable taste was only sweet.

Everything blended together, truly becoming your sincerity, your heart, and your gift.

“How much of a mess did you make in the kitchen to make this?”

Surely, the palace servants would be flipped upside down.

Undine, who always sticks by the child’s side, must have been shocked, and the young dragon must have been victimized with her. He chuckled at the thought.

He couldn’t bring himself to put the last remaining cookie in his mouth, instead just staring at it.

“It’s too precious to eat.”

Shortly, a black smoke enveloped the cookie. The piece of cookie stacked with power, which the world dared not approach, would not wear with time for a long time.

When he put the pink petals that were in the drawer next to the cookie and looked at them, his heart felt ticklish somewhere.

Things I received under the name of from you.

“My little friend. What are you doing now?”

Unintentionally looking out the window, his own face reflected in the dark window looked strangely awkward.

I’m smiling. He ran his hand over his lips.

“Was my expression always like this when I faced the child?”

It was a fair understanding that she called him a fool.

Guessing vaguely and definitively capturing it in sight had distinctly different weights.

As if he had been hit on the head without realizing it, he suddenly became aware.

“The awkwardness is not just my smile.”

He had acquired the emotion of fear that he had not originally known.

He was afraid that his little friend might get hurt, might lose her, might be left alone again.

“Damn it…”

The rushing realization couldn’t just be calm.

The only flaw that had formed in him, who had been a perfect existence in itself. The flaw that was making him, who had nothing to protect and could be bold, impatient.

That was you.

A quiet night. The moon that rose in the netherworld shines brightly.

A noble existence lingering on the ground toasted under the red moonlight. Only he would know where the cup was headed.

Like expressing his feelings, the wine he roughly took in his mouth flowed halfway down his throat and flowed down his firm body.

The red alcohol was engraved like a bloodline on his muscles, which were like a war god and could not be easily hurt.

He hid the cold smile that would never shine in front of his little friend.

If you intended to chain me, who defies the world, by sending that child to this land, I salute your move.

A fatal rule embedded in the long silent war between you and me. An unprecedented weakness.

Even if it’s your hateful touch, if it reaches me by borrowing the body of that child, I will gladly kneel under it. At last, I would become a submissive beast.

Evelia. Eve. My little friend. My sweet flaw.

If you were the helm of the ship sailing to the end, I would have become a wave breaking, following you.