In the land where she went to study abroad to master her elemental magic, a man suddenly began appearing in her dreams. For three years, they engaged in a scandalous, passionate affair.
She thought returning home after completing her studies would mean parting ways with her dreamworld sex partner for good, but…
“F-father. The man standing behind His Majesty… who is he?”
“Who do you mean? Ah, do you mean Sir Orpheus?”
“Pardon? Sir… Sir Orpheus?”
That man is the infamous “Mad Dog” she had only ever heard rumors about—Sir Rosier Orpheus? What is she supposed to do every time they run into each other?
No, wait. There's no reason we'd ever cross paths again anyway.
However, as if mocking Vivian’s delusion, the two find themselves increasingly entangled.
“Are you alright, My Lady? You seemed to be in a difficult spot.”
In reality, he was like this.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot it is when you talk like that using such polite speech?”
“Ngh, Rosier, please slow down…”
“Don't call my name for a second. If I hear it right now, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind.”
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