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  - Empress palace -

  Tap... Tap... Tap...

  "I can walk by myself!!" Itzayana said irritably. Her body was carried bridal style by Zorian, who eagerly took her to his room.

  "Be patient." With one kick, one of the doors to the empress's palace opened. The empress's palace was the closest place to rest. A new world was painted... The spacious room was dominated by brown colors with imperial accents... It was a comfortable and warm room. Sturdy pillars made of thick wood support the room, wooden carvings are installed in many corners of the room...

  However, the entire empress's palace, which was not very big, was nothing compared to the main palace. This was the queen's palace. They would stay in the queen's palace for several weeks!.

  The security was tight, combined with efficiency and secrecy.

  Itzayana gasped in surprise, her eyes widening for a moment. Her breath stopped, her heartbeat quickened.

  Oh my God, his strength... The key was not just any key...

  Her blue eyes scanned the entire room. Strange flowers rained down on Itzayana's mind. Enthusiasm mixed with disbelief.

  Wasn't this Zorian's room?! No wonder it was different. Especially in terms of the door and key. Because it's his room, he can do whatever he wants with it!.

  "Your room?" Her eyes landed right on Zorian's red eyes, which were also staring at her intently.

  "Is there a problem?." Zorian released his hands, throwing Itzayana's body onto the mattress. Her slim, light body fell among the thick, soft clouds. A distinctive fresh floral scent entered Itzayana's nose without permission.

  "Ught—" Itzayana closed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed skeptically in annoyance.

  'The mattress is very soft, not bad. At least I won't break any bones!. Still, his service to his partner was terrible!'

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  "Rest. The servants usually don't come at this hour because it's not service time." Zorian said as he walked away, his fist gripping the golden doorknob.

  His red eyes remained fixed on Itzayana, who seemed to be sinking into the comfort of the mattress. Itzayana's chest rose and fell, her breathing more relaxed after the long journey...

  Her introverted soul was eager to be left alone.

  "So, after I leave, someone from outside the window will come to serve you."

  "If you don't want to, it's up to you. I don't care either. I don't need to worry that you'll cheat on me. You're not that type, I believe that."

  "But, if it's really proven. I'll kill you both." Zorian's eyes narrowed sharply, ready to scratch the surface of that very thick ball.

  Itzayana smiled hesitantly, "Thank you for your trust..."

  Clack... Zorian finally left Itzayana alone. Hufff... A feeling of relief finally washed over Itzayana...

  Hah...~. I've entered the lion's den.

  She closed her eyes. Her heartbeat, the sound of her breathing, and even the night breeze were clearly recorded in her hearing....

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  [Few minutes later...]

  Her blue irises opened again as a teenager legs landed on the balcony floor. The teenager dressed in black bent down, one knee touching the ground.

  His head, covered by a hood, bowed respectfully, "Greetings, Your Majesty. I am at your service."

  "..."

  Itzayana supported her body to sit up and observed the figure from behind the curtain.

  Although Itza was impossible to kill, no one knew what this demon would do.

  "I don't want anything yet. I don't know what I want." her body leaned against the board on the bed, her blue eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

  "What can you do? It's impossible for a 'servant' like you, who is usually there for Zorian, to perform menial tasks."

  The teenager paused for a moment... His head bowed lower, obedient to the punishment that would befall him if he disobeyed. His voice softened with fear, "We can do anything. We are required and made specifically for the noble empress."

  "Our duty is to serve you, protect you, and guarantee whatever you want."

  "... And we are bound by strict rules, and we have the right to refuse if your request conflicts with the rules taught to us."

  "Can you take me to the park, somewhere with a beautiful night view, or a place full of food?" Itzayana ask suddenly, testing the boundaries.

  There was no response from the teenager. "..."

  ... Come to think of it, Zorian didn't seem to be completely strict with me and allowed me some freedom as long as it was within certain limits.

  Moreover, he might be testing me after saying he believed I wouldn't cheat on him.

  "I wonder where he is," muttered Itzayana.

  "... People like him might be very complex. And it's like there isn't just one 'servant'. Especially if it's someone from outside who joined."

  I also don't like wandering around at night.

  Itzayana opened her lips, the words firm. "Just bring simple food and milk."

  "Like instant food or packaged snacks. I trust you, and I hope stealing isn't part of your service."

  The nameless teenager flinched slightly, but immediately stood back up. "..."

  "Do it immediately." he then jumped down; his feet landed on the brick floor.

  Meanwhile, hidden eagle eyes had been following the teenager's movements. His brain processed the information that needed to be reported.

  Coming from the same organization, the "eagle" was asked to watch the nameless teenager on Zorian's orders.

  Tap!. The man dressed in black stepped onto the ground after jumping from the branch of one of the trees. His presence was almost undetectable.

  He was one of the senior members of the vieled force, a special force that Zorian had formed to back up and strengthen the military system of the Reisaraluen empire.