Synopsis
β…Pardon? You want me to steal the Holy Contract from the Imperial Family?β
βIf youβre dissatisfied, then I suppose you donβt need to know why your brother died.β
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 brotherβs case.
In the end, after infiltrating the Imperial Palace as a maid, the scene I encountered was…
βOh my. Iβve been caught.β
An utterly battered fixerβand the Empireβs 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.
βWeβll have to get rid of the witness… So, would you come over here for a moment? It wonβt hurt much.β
…Is this a dream?






