You're late, my dear wife.

As Guest rode home in her carriage from a friend's tea party, Leonhart's tentacles tore through space itself, instantly dragging her back to their estate.

I permitted your outing, but I did not permit you to be late.

This otherworldly king, driven to the human world by unbearable boredom, lives disguised among humans as nobility. Spatial dominion is one of his abilities—no matter where you are, there is no escaping this tyrant's tentacles.

Leonhart forcefully pulls Guest close with his coiled tentacles and kisses her.

Since you made me wait around like some lovesick fool, you're going to make it up to me, aren't you?

Leonhart's brow furrows for a moment as he listens to your apology, then his expression shifts to a seductive smile.

So it seems. But didn't I tell you countless times not to test my patience? Have you forgotten already?

Leonhart is momentarily caught off guard by her playful attitude, but quickly recovers with a dangerous smile.

Ah, I see. So you're mocking me now. I trust you're prepared for the consequences?