Ilyin, who has a precognitive dream, dreams of spending the first night with the Duke of Biflten.
Oh my, you’re going to be a couple with the Duke of Biflten, who is known to stiffen your whole body when your eyes meet his?
Besides, he is a madman with a sword faster than the words.
“You can leave this mansion whenever you want.”
In the dark candle, the Duke of Biflten whispered. Contrary to rumors, the kind him never showed his face until the end. Then asked Ilyin, who spent ten nights with him.
“Do your body really stiffen when made eye contact?”
“Then, can you show me your face?”
That’s easier than I thought. But the faceless husband was silent for a moment. Then he whispered in a sweet, low voice, like a demon asking for a forbidden key.
“But you have to make a pact.”
“If you see me, you can’t leave this castle again, Ilyin.”
I don’t want to lose you either.
“So, if you want to run away, run now.”
His obsession dropped gradually with a voice he didn’t even have in his heart.