Nyne’s sanctuary—with its majestic granite columns and massive beams, and its dignified doors wide enough to let two oxen pass side by side—was nothing like this. The unfamiliar wooden door in front of him was dark brown, with a bronze handle. The knocking sound came again from the other side. It hadn’t been there earlier.…

Though he said it aloud, Nyne knew very well that what Lou felt toward Amon wasn’t love—it was awe, admiration, a yearning. A childish desire to grow closer to someone dazzling. But what frightened Nyne was that such naive yearning might ultimately lead Lou to death. He could no longer freely show favor. That favor…

Long before Lou ever became one of Nyne’s attendants, Nyne used to visit the Lotus Hall often. Surrounded by young and beautiful Reshas, their voices sweet as birds, their presence lifted his spirits. He often wondered why Lord Amon never once set foot in that place. The Reshas served Nyne with their full devotion and…

“So… you dared to comfort me?” “Yes, Sha. This servant dared to comfort you. Since you, Sha, understand what sorrow and pain are—like a human—might you not also be comforted, like a human?” The priests took his words as blasphemous and glared at Gwen with quiet hostility. But instead of angering Nyne, Gwen’s words softened…

“Do you really think you’d be happy if you gave your life for me?” Nyne asked in a low voice, and Lou’s eyes widened. He looked briefly confused—then seemed to believe Nyne was doubting his sincerity. Clenching his fists, he fervently declared his devotion. “Of course, Lord Nyne. Why wouldn’t I be happy? Even after…

As he was receiving Lou’s devoted fanning, Nyne suddenly realized how quiet it was outside. Throughout the entire hunting festival, the air had been filled with applause for the priests who had gone hunting, and with sounds of cheerful laughter and chatter. But now, it was so silent it felt as if not a single…

They rang the bell and chanted the same verse over and over for more than two full hours. Only when Nyne felt an overwhelming urge to throw off the act of being dazed from incense and bolt upright did the chanting finally stop. “Please, break out of the egg.” The priests held their scriptures with…

“Yes, Sha. I will follow your command.” Osen Iyad bowed respectfully in response. Amon glanced at Nyne’s tent for a moment, then moved away. Soon, his figure disappeared into the dark forest. Once Amon had completely vanished, Osen Iyad straightened his back as if nothing had happened. Clicking his tongue lightly, he gestured to his…

He squeezed his eyes shut, but even that didn’t help—he had to open them again. When he closed his eyes, the sensation of the round, hard fruit forcibly spreading him and being inserted felt even more intense. As Amon had said, compared to his member, it was nothing, and yet it only felt frightening and…

In shock, the body jerked tight and then the head fell back. From the gaping mouth, moans of “Ah, ah…” spilled out. Pierced by a long, swollen shaft, unable to do anything, the chest just heaved with gasping breaths. The insides of the thighs trembled as if in spasms. Unnaturally spread open, a throbbing pain…