‘Huh? What’s this? This feeling that she’s going to swallow a dozen guys as a dessert?’

When Princess Leila, with her MAX Seduction trait, decided to go all out, Milton couldn’t focus.

“How about now, Count Forrest? You still won’t marry me?”

“No, that’s… it’s… it’s not a matter of like or dislike…”

“You don’t want to? Or…”

Princess Leila gently pressed her soft body against his as she whispered in his ear.

“You want to?”

Milton lost all rationality. He reached out and locked Princess Leila within his arms.

“Hey!”

Shocked, Princess Leila gasped as Milton suddenly hugged her tightly against him.

‘Did I tease him too much?’

But at the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder if all men’s embrace felt this warm and safe. She had been through a lot in her life, including almost dying, but this was the first time she had been held in a man’s arms like this. A firm chest and thick biceps, the warmth spreading throughout her body…Princess Leila lost herself for a moment. Once she regained her sanity, she panicked.

“Count, that’s enough now…”

At that moment…

“My Lord, there’s a matter that needs to be reported…”

Jerome entered the barracks.

“Ah? Jerome? This is uh…I mean this isn’t…”

“Sir Taker! Ah… you came. This is all a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding about…”

Seeing the two so flustered, Jerome calmly spoke.

“I’ll come back...