Chapter 1; 

In the center of a dimly lit cell, a woman with vibrant pink hair and piercing blood-red eyes was tightly bound. Her hands, shackled and restrained, held a formidable sealing stone that effectively suppressed all of her extraordinary magical abilities.

The Empire was filled with fear and apprehension due to the extraordinary powers possessed by the individual in question, as they recognized the potential threat she posed to their valuable dominion.

Nevertheless, the woman who was confined had played a vital and indispensable part in their triumph, actively aiding them in vanquishing and driving away the malevolent horde, thereby ensuring the empire's protection from imminent peril.

Regrettably, the crown prince, who had a strong personal bond with her, successfully mobilized the entire empire to oppose her. He delivered an elaborate account to the Emperor and Empress, outlining the potential ramifications of her formidable blood and bone magic. He underscored the possible effects it could have on them in the event of her betrayal. 

“Her rule will apply to every single one of us. She possesses the ability to cause our demise with a simple flick of her finger." The crown prince, whose face bore a profound expression of terror and whose eyes were a vivid shade of green, announced the proclamation. The man had short, golden hair that was sticking closely to his moist and sweaty scalp.

The Emperor, like his crown prince, had light blonde hair that was noticeably longer than his eldest son's. In fact, the Emperor's hair extended all the way down to his chest. The Empress, in contrast, possessed a pair of light blue eyes that shimmered with a gentle hue. Her hair, a cascade of light brown curls, gracefully framed her face, extending down to her waist in a smooth and elegant manner. 

The Emperor and the Empress wore expressions of surprise and disbelief on their faces. At first, the individuals experienced challenges accepting the information they were being presented with. However, it didn't take the parents much time to give in to their oldest son's request to restrict the lively magician with pink hair. Due to the significant threat she posed to the empire, immediate action had to be taken.   

As everyone in the room nodded in agreement to the decision to imprison the dark magician, he responded by bowing slightly, a dark smirk playing on his lips, and expressed his gratitude to them: “Thank you, Emperor and Empress.”         

“Finally, my beloved magician, you will find yourself unable to impede my progress.” The sound of his footsteps reverberated through the grand throne room, resonating with authority. A subtle sway of his hips accompanied his assured stride. 

As he stepped out of the grand throne room, a soft chuckle escaped from his lips.

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A solitary, delicate breeze softly entered the dimly lit prison cell, flowing through the sole window. The wind had tousled the woman's pink hair, giving it a slight asymmetry. A set of eyes gradually opened, revealing their red glow and weariness. 

Evanora, a highly skilled and talented mage, was widely regarded as one of the most exceptional magic users in the empire's history. Using her blood and bone magic, she skillfully controlled the demons, compelling them to detonate from the inside, resulting in a violent eruption that caused blood to splatter in all directions. As soon as she appeared, a wave of terror washed over them, causing them to scream and flee in a panic.  

She consistently exercised caution, ensuring that her abilities were exclusively employed for the purpose of safeguarding the Empire against external dangers without causing harm to anyone within its borders. Her sole concern was providing help and support to them. She secretly admires the royal prince and wants to contribute to him. Assist him in protecting the population by defeating the invading demon army that has taken over the empire.

However, ultimately, she remained imprisoned, unable to access her abilities. She experienced a strong sense of frustration due to her inability to take action. She had grown up in the same empire that she had vowed to protect at any cost, but it had ultimately betrayed her.

She emitted a quiet, breathy "haah."  

“Everything,” she said and added, "is just ridiculous." 

The woman let out a loud groan filled with anger as she struggled against the tight restraints.

In a straightforward manner, she declared, "They indeed betrayed me." The color of her eyes intensified, taking on a darker shade of scarlet, while her lips twisted into a malicious sneer. 

“They don’t know who they exactly are dealing with here." This time, her smile appeared noticeably brighter and happier, with a subtle undertone of mischief. 

“Once I'm gone, I'll make sure you all suffer.” Her smile returned to its original dark, pleased form. 

Surrounded by a vibrant display of bouncing white and red lights, she couldn't help but feel the contagious excitement in the air.

"Miss, you need to track down the blood spirit!" A crimson light with a big smile drew nearer to her face. 

It belonged to the lower class of blood spirits.  

“And the spirit of the bone.” A second, quiet voice approached her face from the white light. The less powerful bone spirit had a happy countenance.  

"Hmm…" Evanora's face was filled with concentration as she appeared to be lost in deep thought. As her eyes grew heavy, she started to remember the names of the blood and bone spirits: Armaros and Eligor. She had encountered information about them only once, in a book that she had stumbled upon scattered throughout the town she used to call home.

"Aren't they both sealed away?" She spoke softly when she addressed the spirits. “And I doubt they'd ever enter into a deal with me. “  

“We are aware of their whereabouts, mistress. You can follow us, and we'll show you where to look.” Speaking with a joyful grin, the lower blood spirit murmured.   

“How can you say that? They'll definitely enter into a deal with you, of course! There is no one better than you to wield blood, bone, and spirit magic! What makes them refuse? “ Her ridiculous ideas baffled the bone spirit, who wore a bewildered look.  

“So let's say we find them. Then how am I going to be able to break the seal on them? And again, they still have the option to decline forming a contract with me.” Evanora felt doubtful and found it hard to believe.

A multitude of vibrant red and white lights began to appear in front of her face, seemingly drawn to her like a magnet. "Mistress, you can see that everyone wants you to remove the spirits' seals; we will support you!" 

She moaned in frustration, "...Alright," to herself. "I still need to leave this place, and I am very certain that not even you, spirits, can assist me in doing so.” 

In sorrow, all of the spirit lights dimmed. “We're terribly sorry, mistress, but there is nothing we can do to stop them from sealing your abilities.”    

"Yes, I am aware. It's alright," With a warm smile, she reassured the lights that there was no need to worry.    

Exhausted from the limited food and drink she had been given, she murmured inwardly and gently closed her eyes. "I'll come up with something." 

Her complexion appeared pale and lacked moisture, indicating that she had been deprived of the opportunity to shower for several days. The dress she wore was of a shorter length, reaching just to her thighs. The item in question was not a dress, but a nightgown that she was wearing—the exact same one from the night when Gerard, the crown prince, had seduced her.

She scoffed at herself for falling for his trick. She may not be in her current predicament if she hadn't. 

With her eyes tightly closed, she reflected on the unforgettable night she spent with the crown prince, recalling the dreadful events that unfolded.  

After successfully vanquishing the final demon in the army, she surveyed the aftermath. The small, cunning creature lay lifeless on the vibrant green grass, its body torn apart and scattered in various directions. The once pristine grass now bore the dark red stains of its blood. 

Feeling extremely tired, she released a deep breath of relief while removing the bloodstains from her black knight's uniform. She was dressed in a sleek black jacket and matching pants, resembling a knight's uniform with a touch of femininity. Her outfit perfectly suited her role as a mage. Completing her ensemble was a flowing black cape that draped gracefully from her shoulders. 

The unexpected sensation of a pair of arms wrapping around her from behind caused her to softly gasp in surprise. The embrace was firm, holding her tightly, and she could feel the warmth of the person's breath against her ear.

”Evanora, I want to personally thank you for everything you've done to ensure the safety of our empire by inviting you to my chamber tonight.”        

As he distanced himself from her silhouette and the pile of demon corpses strewn across the grass, his hair delicately grazed against her cheek. 

Evanora's face turned a deep shade of red as she smiled with great enthusiasm. At last, he was recognizing and appreciating her hard work and dedication.

She hastily retreated to her bedroom as a result of anxiety and embarrassment. Once she arrived at her destination, she couldn't contain her excitement and immediately began trying on her most luxurious and beautiful nightgowns.  

Later that night, she found herself standing outside his bedroom door, which was painted a chilling shade of white. The door seemed to exude an eerie aura, sending shivers down her spine. As she stood there, she couldn't help but notice the rapid thumping of her heart, causing her chest to feel tight with anxiety. She was extremely anxious and agitated. With a sense of anticipation, she inhaled deeply, gathering her courage, before gently tapping on the door. 

‘This is it.’ She blushed to herself and stepped inside at the sound of the soft "enter."     

The sight that greeted her was unexpected and caught her off guard. Initially, everything proceeded smoothly without any problems. As she entered his bedroom, he warmly embraced her and tenderly kissed her on the lips. Her face flushed a deeper shade of red as his tongue gently explored the inside of her mouth, intensifying their kiss and exposing her growing nervousness. He firmly grasped her hips, placing his hands just above her inner thigh, and led her towards his spacious, king-sized bed. She felt a chilling sensation throughout her body as she struggled to breathe. She experienced a sudden shift within herself, causing her entire body to become tense.

When they arrived at his bed, he forcefully pushed her onto the soft, luxurious pillows and positioned himself on top of her, all the while wearing a seductive smile. 

Evanora's heart rate quickened, causing her cheeks to flush with heat, and her eyelids started to feel heavy. She felt an intense heat enveloping her entire body, as if she were being cooked in an oven.   

In a display of dominance, he firmly grasped her hands with his strong, calloused palm, lifting them above her head before forcefully pressing them down onto the mattress. She reasoned that his strength made it impossible for an ordinary woman to escape from him.

He spoke softly, his voice barely audible as he expressed, "Evanora, you possess such exquisite beauty." With tenderness, he placed a gentle kiss on her upper stomach, right above the delicate fabric of her nightgown. 

She noticed her breathing becoming more intense as she experienced his gentle kisses moving slowly down her skin, inching closer to her thighs. This caused the muscles in her legs to tighten, and she could feel her body growing warmer with each passing moment.  

With haste, she firmly grasped his hair, as he skillfully planted a kiss on a delicate area of her skin, causing a shiver to run down her spine. 

“He's... caressing me.” Her cheeks blazed crimson, and she tightly shut her eyes, growing increasingly flustered.  

Gerard gazed up at her, his head nestled between her enticing thighs, while his skilled right hand delicately caressed the fabric of her alluring nightgown as he seductively murmured, "Allow me to express my deepest gratitude for all that you have bestowed upon me." 

She was pleasantly surprised, her fingers entwining in his hair as he sensually leaned in for a tantalizing kiss in her most intimate area. 

“Ahh…” 

“Ahhh…” 

“Hmm…!” 

Her sultry moans began as a whisper, but grew in intensity with each passing moment, mirroring the rise in her body's heat and the intoxicating allure of her growing desire. She had only indulged in the tantalizing tales of them once in a seductive novel, but had never truly experienced their allure except for the occasional intimate exploration of her own body, when a sudden surge of heat would ignite her senses. 

Gerard's tantalizing tongue sensually glided along her luscious lower lips, savoring the delectable essence that dripped seductively. 

She couldn't help but suppress her desires as she sensually grasped his luscious locks. 

When he yearned to converse, he sensually reclined his head. “Are you getting closer, my dearEvanora?” 

"Ahhh…" In reaction, she quivered intensely within his grasp and released a quick, tantalizing exhale.  "...Yes. I'm convinced tha-" Since he had just indulged in the art of pleasuring her once more, she struggled to finish her sentence.    

It felt as though something delightfully thick was sensually gliding in and out of her luscious lips this time. As her sultry breaths and racing pulse intensified, she let out a seductive moan, growing louder and more fervent.

“Ahhh..” 

“Hmm…” 

“Ohhh..!” 

After a tantalizing, electrifying shudder, her luscious body released a final, sultry scream. Gerard's irresistible visage, luscious lips, tantalizing fingers, and seductive sheets were all adorned with a delectably sticky essence. Her luscious essence had permeated every inch.  

She sensually draped her left arm over her captivating eyes, while her alluring form seemed to be yearning for a breathless moment. Every inch of her exquisite form radiated with a scorching intensity, each nerve ending heightened to an electrifying degree.   

“I see that you are now ready, my darling Evanora," He whispered seductively as he stood tall, undoing the buttons of his pants, a mischievous smile teasing his lips. 

He kept his throbbing masculinity firmly ensconced, exuding an irresistible allure, eagerly anticipating any tantalizing turn of events.  

Evanora's cheeks turned a deeper shade as she delicately withdrew her arm, mesmerized at the sight of Gerard's impressive member. 

It was her inaugural experience engaging in this, so naturally, she found herself slightly displaced, adding to her allure.

Chapter 1;  Complete