Synopsis
“…Pardon? You want me to steal the Holy Contract from the Imperial Family?”
“If you’re dissatisfied, then I suppose you don’t need to know why your brother died.”
It had already been ten years since I was bound by a slave contract to an incompetent fixer, under the pretext that he would uncover the truth behind my brother’s case.
In the end, after infiltrating the Imperial Palace as a maid, the scene I encountered was…
“Oh my. I’ve been caught.”
An utterly battered fixer—and the Empire’s third prince, known as the Saint of the Empire.
On a night when moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting a dim glow,
the man had beautifully flowing cream-colored hair and gleaming golden eyes.
Holding a bloodstained stone in his hand, he smiled gently and beckoned me over.
“We’ll have to get rid of the witness… So, would you come over here for a moment? It won’t hurt much.”
…Is this a dream?
