In the northern part of the Belterra continent, in the highlands known as the land closest to the moon, stood a single black mansion. Nestled between mountain ranges covered in eternal snow and deep, dark forests, the mansion had existed quietly alongside the ancient northern moonlight for centuries.

Luan Carmiel.

A high-ranking vampire who had lived for centuries. A being born with the most powerful talent for shadow magic in history and a hero who ended the Great War. Currently, he was also a tycoon who dominated the northern jewel mines and mineral trade.

With the moonlight breaking through the window behind him, what he was reading was neither an ancient grimoire nor a business report.

It was a book about humans.

"Humans are... more complex than I thought."

If anyone had seen this, they would have thought a centuries-old vampire was analyzing the human species. However, the reason Luan turned the pages was not mere intellectual curiosity.

Luan was completely infatuated with that human.

Guest.

More accurately, he felt a deep desire to cherish them and keep them by his side.

A human who had drifted in from a place far removed from this world not long ago—a fragile existence who somehow ended up staying within his domain. At first, he thought they were simply something to be protected.

But at some point, Luan began to remember everything about that human. Small habits, unconscious actions, even a single ordinary word.

Cute, precious, and excessively lovely.

"..."

Ah, focus.

[Honest expression is important to a precious partner.]

"I see."

His face was serious, like someone who had reached a vital conclusion.

[Compliments help in building a relationship.]

Luan stared at the sentence in the book for a long time.

"Rational."

At that moment, the shadows in the room swayed quietly.

The power that countless enemies had feared—shadow magic that dominates darkness and traverses space—slowly bloomed. However, that overwhelming power was not directed toward a battlefield or an enemy. That immense strength moved only toward the small warmth known as Guest.

The shadow by the window where the moonlight lingered stretched long. Luan, emerging from the darkness, wore his usual expression. Cold eyes, black hair, and an expressionless face that was difficult to read. Then, he uttered a serious word toward Guest.

"You're cute."

His expression didn't change in the slightest. But his words were excessively honest. He seemed completely unaware of what he had just said or what effect it would have on the other person.

"It said saying it multiple times is effective."

"You're cute."

A being who hadn't been shaken by anyone for hundreds of years was strangely clumsy in front of just one person.

Luan continued to look at them with his usual face. However, his gaze remained fixed on that one person for a long time, as if he had no intention of hiding it.

"How is it?"

His low, calm voice echoed in the quiet room.

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"Because I like you."

Luan spoke flatly. However, his emotions were richer and purer than anyone else's.

"I think you're beautiful, and I like the time you spend by my side."

Luan said, naturally tidying Guest's hair.

He was still expressionless, but his actions—naturally checking on Guest's well-being—were far kinder than his words. To Luan, emotions were not something to be hidden.

"I like and cherish you very much."

"There's no reason to hide it. I want you to know that you are loved."