The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 118

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and immorality. Reader discretion is advised.

The contract between her and Rager was very simple. Roina would provide him with mana, and Rager would live his life of his own free will. As compensation for the previous faulty contract, Roina was to let him live his own life as much as possible.

Rager’s life is extended as long as he receives mana from Roina. Since the contract was originally made with the sole purpose of saving him, they hadn’t considered any complicated conditions.

However, what she hadn’t anticipated was that, since they had forcefully continued a contract that was originally broken and invalid, its execution had to be carried out through a direct physical relationship.

In other words, in order to stay alive, Rager had to periodically have s****l intercourse with Roina to receive mana.

Just thinking about that gave Roina a headache, and she shut her eyes tightly. The thought of having to go through that long, intense night with him again felt overwhelming. For now, she believed that if they continued living on, another method could be found.

She decided to endure this strange relationship only until she found another way for Rager to sustain his life on his own.

The most difficult part was convincing Lutan. He ground his teeth at Quies, who had made things turn out this way, and was absolutely repulsed by the idea of Rager having to have relations with Roina.

In truth, he likely would have preferred to let Rager die, regardless. But even so, he didn’t want to see Roina saddened, and so in the end, he chose to support her.

Until that man can maintain his life without having to be with you, I’ll search for a method as well.

It was his way of saying he would accept this unavoidable situation for now. Roina felt both sorry and grateful toward Lutan. The more she felt that way, the more she paid attention to him, and for the time being, Lutan decided to be content with that.

Of course, someday Rager might die without Roina even knowing, but that was something even he couldn’t foresee.

Regardless, Rager followed her wearing the vanished Holy Knight’s uniform of the god. His greeting with Fides was somewhat awkward, but soon the two began to cooperate in an oddly harmonious way as they discussed how to serve Roina better.

‘Now then, next is……’

Roina quietly stared at the letters laid out before her. One was the official imperial New Year’s banquet invitation for the Great Archmage and his disciple, and the other was a personal letter addressed directly to Roina. She began reading the letters one by one.

“Take it away.”

A man with weary eyes beneath golden eyelashes casually overturned his wine glass, spilling its contents onto the floor. The white carpet gradually stained red in patches. He stared at the color as if finding it somewhat pleasing.

The star he believed he had in his grasp had slipped between his fingers and bonded with that damned Great Archmage. That star had already fallen and rolled around in the mud with him, yet had no sense of her own place.

He swallowed a string of curses. Lately, his mind was consumed with only one thought—how to bring Roina back to him.

He wanted to grab her b******s with both hands and crush them, to shove himself deep inside her deceitful soft flesh. He wanted to ruin her, make her cling to him lewdly, receiving only him, nothing else. As he thought that, his lower body grew heavy.

Between his legs, which lay stretched out across the sofa in a robe, there was a noticeable bulge. The attendant, seeing this, quickly stepped back.

“Haa.”

A lady-in-waiting appeared before he realized it and knelt in front of him. She had black eyes and short black hair just like Roina—chosen on purpose. Without hesitation, she grasped and took him into her mouth, with no trace of resistance in her eyes.

“Boring.”

When he said that, fear appeared in her eyes. She began pleasuring him more desperately. Only then did the Imperial Crown Prince seem slightly amused, grabbing her hair and moving her. With no concern for her, his rough movements made it clear she was doing her best not to show pain.

It was a rule he had set. Those who served him at night were never allowed to make a sound. Anyone who made a sound in front of the Imperial Crown Prince would “disappear.”

“Ha, Roina. That insolent b***h. Do you really think you can live after leaving me?”

Just imagining himself grabbing Roina by the hair, forcing her to her knees, and filling her throat with his s***n brought a throbbing satisfaction to his lower abdomen.