“Your Majesty.”
Celia stood upright, lifting her chin defiantly.
“Your Majesty shall possess nothing of mine.”
Celia gripped the hand Illeon had placed on her cheek and continued.
“My life, my death—they belong entirely to me.”
“…….”
“Please, do not desire what you cannot have.”
Having said this, Celia gently brushed away Illeon’s hand and smiled softly.
Her large green eyes curved gently within delicate eyelids, and the ends of her crimson lips formed a graceful arc.
Illeon could not rebuke Celia for daring to reject his touch.
He could not tear his gaze away from her radiant smile.
Yet, it was not merely because Celia’s appearance was excessively beautiful.
It was her unyielding spirit, the dignity emanating from her entire being, and the fierce, intense gaze fixed upon him.
Something deep within Illeon stirred.
“……Do you despise me?”
Illeon roughly seized Celia’s shoulder as he spoke.
“After I destroyed your kingdom, am I truly so hateful to you?”
Veins bulged on the hand gripping Celia’s shoulder.
Even under such forceful grip, Celia did not grimace but continued to smile serenely.
“Was that why you burned down the Grand Cathedral? Because you hate me for taking everything from you, so you wished to take something precious from me in return?”
Even now, Illeon’s lips—red like pomegranate seeds—appeared temptingly luscious.
He bit down hard on his lower lip, struggling to suppress his impulse.
Illeon’s eyes, fixed on Celia, flickered with raw desire.
“Princess. Did you sell your beauty, your body, to survive?”
Celia silently laughed at Illeon, who remained unaware of her supernatural abilities.
“Well now.”
“…….”
“If there was something to sell, I might have sold everything. Or perhaps, I sold nothing at all.”
Illeon’s Adam’s apple twitched as he stared at Celia. His mouth turned parched, consumed by a burning thirst.
“If Your Majesty has finished speaking, I would like to take my leave now.”
“I… you.”
Illeon tightened his grip on Celia’s shoulder.
“I cannot let you go.”
“…….”
“The moment you leave this chamber, I will take the life of your lover imprisoned in the dungeon and hang their head upon the city walls for all to see.”
Illeon’s gray eyes took on a murky hue.
“The remaining flesh will be devoured by ravenous eagles, and your lover’s soul shall wander endlessly, unable to reach any afterlife.”
Celia, her smile now gone, looked up at Illeon with a dry, emotionless expression.
Illeon felt as though Celia were gazing down at him from above.
Yet strangely, rather than feeling offended, a shiver ran through his body.
“Now then, what will you do?”
[This is the timeline separator]The massive Grand Cathedral located in the capital was engulfed in flames.
Bright red fire roared violently, scattering embers in all directions.
The polished, gleaming statues, ornate tapestries adorning the windows, the dustless prayer rooms, the secret underground chambers that trained acolytes, and the sacred altar where rituals were performed—all were swallowed by the inferno.
People rushed frantically to extinguish the fire, but the raging flames reduced the majestic Grand Cathedral to ashes in an instant.
Not even charred fragments of corpses remained in the ruined cathedral.
The true perpetrator who set the Grand Cathedral ablaze remained uncaught, even several days later.
“The wrath of the gods has befallen us!”
The people of the streets, now without sanctuary, trembled in fear.
For days, they locked their doors tightly and dared not venture outside at night.
Though it was high noon, when the sun should shine brightly, thick, gloomy clouds hung like a curtain across the sky.
Beyond the towering city walls, a sharp, golden spire rose into view.
This was the capital street, where the Imperial Palace could be seen.
Near a large, leafy, ancient tree, crowds of men and women gathered densely.
“The Brillion Angel is clearly a witch! It is because of her that Duke Calypso has been imprisoned!”
A young man dressed in white silk garments shouted passionately before the great tree.
“The burning of the Grand Cathedral is proof! The woman we called an angel was in truth a witch who seduces men and drags them into hell! Thus, every man who desired her met a tragic end!”
The crowd murmured and buzzed in agreement at the man’s claims.
“Now that you mention it, strange events have followed one after another since she entered the Imperial Palace.”
“…Could she truly be a witch?”
“The cathedral burning down, Duke Calypso being imprisoned—perhaps all are the work of her sorcery.”
The easiest way to dispel fear is to blame it on someone else.
To the people trembling in anxiety and dread, Celia had become a scapegoat.
“Even the late Emperor and the Crown Prince met tragic ends, lured by that beautiful witch. The burning of the Grand Cathedral is a warning from the gods to us all! Drag that witch out of the palace and execute her!”
As the man shouted, his white silk robes fluttering, the crowd vigorously nodded in agreement.
“Yes. Not long after she entered the palace, all the royal family members started dying one after another.”
“No wonder her face seemed bewitching.”
“Could she be using black magic? Perhaps that beautiful face is a mask, and beneath it lies the hideous visage of an old hag.”
The people spoke of their imaginations as if they were facts.
“The great Emperor will hand that witch over to us. He will deliver the witch who has brought chaos to Abelon into our hands.”
At the man’s words, the crowd shouted in unison, “Yes, yes!”
Hidden silently behind the bushes, a single man watched all this unfold.
A man draped entirely in a black robe, his bright yellow pupils flashed sharply like a snake’s.
For a brief moment, then—like a serpent gliding smoothly—he vanished into the Imperial Palace.
[This is the timeline separator]A pitch-black, dim underground dungeon beneath the Imperial Palace.
Torches mounted on the walls flickered unsteadily at regular intervals.
The poorly ventilated prison reeked of decay and mold.
The knight delivering meals grimaced at the foul stench emanating from the prisoners crammed into iron cages no different from animal pens.
But only momentarily.
The knight then moved forward to deliver food to the prisoner located at the very back of the dungeon.
Clomp. Clomp.
How far had he walked?
When the knight finally reached the massive iron cage at the deepest end, the prisoner came into view.
The torch hanging on the wall fully illuminated the prisoner’s figure.
He had a body like solid rock.
With each breath, his tightly coiled muscles swelled and contracted in powerful rhythm.
Even with heavy restraints on his arms and legs, the prisoner’s breathing remained perfectly steady.
Despite being imprisoned, the man appeared utterly composed.
The knight found himself wondering—was this man truly trapped here, or was he imprisoned by his own will?
The knight stood dumbfounded, forgetting even to deliver the meal.
Following his body, the prisoner’s face was also flawless.
A perfectly sculpted nose, sharp jawline—nothing about him was imperfect.
A pure sense of awe and reverence rose instinctively within the knight.
Though he had seen this face many times before, his reverence only deepened, never fading.
“Duke Calypso.”
Though no longer a duke, the knight still addressed him as such.
Dietrich’s eyes, bound in restraints on his arms and legs, silently fell upon the knight.
The knight involuntarily swallowed, staring into those calm, emotionless red eyes.
“…Here is your meal.”
Clatter.
The knight placed the bowl of thin soup on the ground.
“How is the situation outside?”
Dietrich asked without even glancing at the food.
The knight replied:
“The people are preparing to hunt a witch. In name, it’s a witch hunt—but in truth…”
The knight hesitated, unable to continue.
“Speak.”
Prompted by Dietrich, the knight opened his mouth again.
“A few wealthy nobles conspired to monopolize the lady for themselves.”
“…….”
“And His Majesty… has summoned the lady to be with him alone…”
Dietrich’s gaze turned icy cold.
“Are the two together now?”
“Yes, they are. His Majesty threatened the lady, saying he would kill the Duke unless she remained with him. So now, she is in the Emperor’s chambers.”
Dietrich slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again.
“Anderson.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“You’ve worked hard in my stead, dealing with the Imperial Palace officials.”
At Dietrich’s words, Anderson bowed deeply.
“…No. It was only what I was duty-bound to do.”
“Remaining imprisoned—this much should be sufficient.”
“I will remove your restraints immediately.”
But Dietrich had no need for Anderson’s help.
With nothing more than a surge of strength through his body, Dietrich shattered the heavy restraints on his arms and legs.
Clank.
Anderson gaped in shock.
He had never imagined anyone could break such heavy restraints without a key.
Yet Dietrich merely twisted his wrists and said indifferently:
“Leave.”
Top Celebrity Younger Brother Bears Her Child (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: Forced to live stream romance with a top celebrity in a female-dominant world.
Yan Jin transmigrated into a brothel, with a fellow transmigrated junior beside her.
Hearing the obscene words coming from outside, the unfortunate junior covered his ears tightly, his cheeks flushed red, and whispered to comfort her, “Don’t worry, I will definitely help you escape.”
“Don’t worry, I will definitely defend your chastity.” Yan Jin looked at the flawless and delicate features of the unfortunate junior and gently comforted, “Because we have transmigrated into a female-dominant world.”
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Top celebrity Yu Shu suddenly fell into a coma during a concert.
Research scientist Yan Jin fainted in the lab after working overtime.
Two people with no connection were rushed to the same hospital.
Three days later, neither of them had woken up.
Suddenly, the entire nation discovered that a live streaming app had been forcibly installed on their phones.
Upon opening it, they heard the two discussing how to escape from the brothel.
The entire internet was in an uproar.
After the two successfully escaped from the brothel, Yu Shu’s fan group rushed to make a banner and sent it to the hospital overnight.
“Big sister bravely took action to defend the chastity of our idol!”
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When Yu Shu was diagnosed with pregnancy, Yan Jin stared at his belly for a long time.
Covering his stomach, he muttered gloomily, “If you don’t like it, I’ll go get an abortion.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it.” Yan Jin hugged Yu Shu and said softly, “I just feel like I’m not human.”
Yu Shu comforted Yan Jin, “I was already an adult when we got together.”
Yan Jin hesitated, “But you won’t be of legal marriageable age even after giving birth to the child.”
At the same time, a flood of bullet comments appeared in the live streaming room that the two couldn’t see.
[Although it’s inappropriate, I also want a young and handsome boyfriend to have my child.]
①Male pregnancy (highlighted)
The female lead is five years older than the male lead, and the male lead is already an adult when he appears.
