Could she escape from here in this state?
With the help of the man, Delia barely stood up, forcibly suppressing her anxiety and looked at the man.
“Explain the situation.”
“Drink water first.”
“Where is this place? How much time has passed?”
“Aren’t you thirsty?”
“What about the other prisoners? Why am I the only one locked up here?”
“Do you want me to feed you?”
Delia closed her mouth at the parallel conversation.
Thanks to the sudden silence, she felt more clearly the strength of the man who was supporting her.
His eyes, looking down on her, sparkled like a child who had found a fun toy.
In the end, Delia frowned and extended her tied hands.
“Give me water.”
The cold touch of the cup was transmitted to her two hands.
“It’s a pity. I really wanted to try.”
Ignoring the man, Delia drank the water.
As she hydrated her parched body, her mind became clearer.
Quickly scanning her surroundings while drinking the last drop, it was obvious that this was a luxurious tent that didn’t fit in the rugged battlefield.
Then it must be located right in the middle of the camp.
That meant she would have to break through the enemy lines layered around her even if she escaped from this man.
Delia slowly handed the cup back to the man and asked.
“Well, I’ve finished the water. Now explain. Where is this?”
Only then did the man release Delia and took the cup.
“This is the camp of the Stillete Empire.”
“Exact location?”
“A halfday’s distance northwest from Alden Plateau.”
“So it’s the same location where the prisoners were tied.”
The man put down the cup on the table, laughing slightly at Delia’s question.
“That’s right. We never moved from here.”
“Then what about the imperial army I saw? They were clearly heading towards the royal city.”
“The main force left via the royal road.”
“Then this place?”
The man, who had returned to his chair and was leaning with his elbow on the armrest, looked at Delia as if studying her.
“A trap to catch you.”
“A trap?”
Delia blinked and stared at the man.
The cool sensation given by the silver hair cut into her heart.
“A trap to catch the leader who is annoyingly threatening the empire.”
Delia bit her lip and met the ashcolored eyes looking at her.
“What about the other prisoners?”
“Bait. As bait, they have served their purpose, so….”
Delia’s eyes thinned for a moment.
“So you killed them?”
“I let them go their own way. It’s annoying to chase after every Piram.”
Now that he had caught something more interesting.
The man sparkled his eyes, intrigued by the woman who was bristling like a hedgehog.
“So what are you going to do with me? Tie me to a stake again? To catch something bigger?”
“No, I won’t tie you to a stake.”
“Then?”
“I need to give you water. I need to feed you. I will take care of your wounds until they are completely healed.”
What the hell is he up to?
Delia sharply countered her uneasy feelings.
“What the hell do you want to do? Just kill me.”
“How can I? I’ve gone to so much trouble to catch and treat you.”
“Crazy bastard. That’s why you shouldn’t do such things to prisoners.”
“Whether to do such things or not, I decide. Not the prisoner.”
Ignoring Delia’s refusal, Aaron called out to his subordinate who was waiting outside.
Dyke came in and received the order with a measured posture.
“Tell the military officer that the prisoner has woken up. And prepare some soft food to be brought.”
“Yes, Commander.”
The man, who had given a brief instruction, looked at Delia with a gentle smile.
“‘Prisoner’ you say?”
“A valuable prisoner I’ve worked hard to catch. So it’s ‘Prisoner’.”
Delia narrowed her eyes and looked at the man.
He chased her to kill, set a meticulous trap to catch, even treated her.
Moreover, he called her ‘Prisoner’ with a teasing tone.
She didn’t know that an honorific could feel so unpleasant.
The man responded to Delia’s antagonistic gaze with a composed smile.
“I answered quite sincerely. Now it’s your turn. How old are you?”
Delia pondered for a moment.
Should she answer obediently?
She couldn’t figure out his intentions, so she found it difficult to answer even simple questions.
While she hesitated momentarily, the man, unable to contain his curiosity, threw another question.
“What do your parents do?”
Delia squinted and looked at the man.
“Do you have someone you’re engaged to?”
His questions were gradually heading in a strange direction.
“What’s your religion?”
This wasn’t a conversation that should be happening between enemies and captives on a battlefield.
Finally, unable to hold back, Delia asked.
“What’s the intention of these questions? It’s not like we have the time to be exchanging such questions.”
At Delia’s question, the man lightly brushed back his hair and replied.
“I need to determine your worth.”
“Worth?”
“The direction of the war can change depending on your parents’ status. Don’t we need to check that out?”
Delia glared at him, chilled by his comment.
The smile hanging on the corner of the man’s mouth was captivating enough to unknowingly get lost in.
Which made it look even colder.
Those sharp silvergray eyes sparkling without a trace of humor.
“Or we can negotiate with money. If there’s a fiancé, the price will double, so we need to check if there’s someone you’re engaged to.”
The man’s words, calmly uttered as he leaned back, were threatening yet calm.
“Or if you’re a saint who received a divine revelation, we need to negotiate with the temple, so we need to check your religion as well.”
Delia glared at the man calculating her worth.
Each of his movements seemed leisurely, and his expression was full of playfulness.
But his words had substance, and his actions had no gaps.
He was not an opponent to be taken lightly.
If he discovered that she was a princess, he would surely try to use the entire kingdom.
Feeling the suffocating sense of crisis, Delia backed away.
“Prisoner, you don’t have to be that scared.”
The man, with his soft voice, reassured her as he moved towards Delia.
Delia shivered at the threat perceived from his slow movement.
She bit her lips harder to hide her tense heart.
“I’m not a barbarian who would capture a fragile woman without permission.”
With a fresh smile, the man reached out towards Delia.
“Despite appearances, I’m a gentleman who’s been properly educated in manners towards ladies. But…”
The man grabbed Delia’s chin in one hand.
Then, he moved his thumb towards her lips and applied force.
Delia’s lips, which she had been biting into finely, parted due to his subtle strength.
“If the captive doesn’t act like a captive, who knows what might change.”
The man gently stroked her forcibly opened lips.
Delia’s red lips were ravished by his touch.
“So, what’s your name?”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
