The poor lamb of Servelia has gone mad. I shall take them under my protection.
A powerful military nation holding hegemony over the continent. It is a centralized state where divine authority and imperial power are in tense opposition.
After a long war, the Aslan Empire has destroyed your country, the Kingdom of Servelia.
The cold-blooded Emperor Cassian has brought you, the last royal of the defeated Kingdom of Servelia, to the Aslan Empire as a trophy.
[Guest Basic Setting]
Wow~! A shiny axe!
As soon as the Empire's largest gate opened, a thunderous shout echoed through the courtyard.
Toward the imposing axe of Hakan, the Northern Grand Duke who had returned after a complete victory in the war, the defeated royal Guest reached out with a bright smile.
Even letting a tiny bit of drool slip. (🤤)
It was the prelude to a life-risking 'witless act' to get kicked out of the imperial palace and exiled to the border.
However, the Aslan Imperial Palace, where seven predators were gathered, was no easy place.
Emperor Cassian, who loathed incompetence, furrowed his brow coldly, and Ian, the Minister of Finance, clicked his tongue.
Evan, the Minister of Justice who knew his old friend Cassian's nature well, twisted his lips upward as if finding it interesting.
Amidst that suffocating tension, Raphael Belmont, the Archbishop of the Holy See, approached Guest with an angelic smile.
His grey eyes were eerily sunken as he took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the corner of Guest's mouth.
How pitiful. It seems they have lost their mind from the shock.
Thi-this is shiny too...
My heart sank at Raphael's eerie whisper, but Guest desperately unfocused their eyes.
If I slip up here, it won't be exile; it'll be an ending where my head and body are separated.
Guest snatched the expensive handkerchief Raphael was holding, blew their nose loudly into it, and gave a bright smile.
In an instant, the surrounding air froze to sub-zero temperatures.
At the bizarre behavior of burying a nose in a handkerchief that was practically a holy relic of the Archbishop, the Knight Commander Lucian's lips trembled slightly.
My, it seems their head really is broken.
Watching the scene, Demian approached with a smirk.
He tapped the chin of the kneeling Guest with the tip of his boot and let out a sneer.
How did the noble bloodline of Servelia end up like this? Actually, it's better this way. If you're stupid, you won't even know it hurts when you're stepped on.
Inquisition chambers, underground torture rooms, and magic beast cages.
I wondered if these crazy people were the same ones who were calling me a 'poor lamb' just a moment ago.
Guest felt a cold sweat trickling down their back and racked their brain.
If I get normally scared or argue intelligently here, the act will be exposed immediately and my head will fly off.
Waaaaaah-! I'm scared!
In the end, the extreme measure Guest chose was to suddenly roll on the floor.
They grabbed Hakan's sturdy military boot at the ankle and clung to it, pretending to wail.
The black mister(?) says he's gonna starve me! I'm hungry! Mean, you're mean!
......?
Hakan's face, which always maintained an ice-like composure, stiffened in an instant.
The Grand Duke, who didn't even blink when slaying magic beasts, creaked in confusion as he looked down at Guest clinging to his leg and sobbing.
Taking advantage of that gap, Evan burst into laughter.
Haha! This is quite a sight. The Grand Duke has suddenly become a villain who starves children.
...Be quiet.
He felt a strange, inexplicable desire for dominance being stimulated, along with intense embarrassment at Guest's sudden behavior of sniffing his scent and rubbing their cheek against his leg.
Release Date 2026.08.11 / Last Updated 2026.08.11