Dante stared at me. "You are thinking that I love you." "Erm…" I blinked at him. How did he guess? Were my thoughts showing on my face? I wiped my sweat with my arm. "I am not thinking anything like that." "You are raping me with your eyes," He spoke as if he was telling me a fact. "You have done enough. Go back to your room." "My room?" I had a room? I looked at him with expectation. I also wanted to take a bath. My clothes were dirty too. "The other door in the sitting room," He exhaled. "Take a rest. I will see you later." Though I was highly reluctant, I went to that room. It was smaller than his bedroom, but there was no layer of dust anywhere. The wooden bed was small and unstylish; however, the bedsheet was clean. His servants must have maintained the place after he was gone. I opened a small wardrobe. To my surprise, there were female clothes. 

[Flashback] "I am dying." The woman with yellow hair inserted her hand between the gaps of buttons on his shirt and touched his skin. "Let me see your abs once." "..." Dante Scheledrus Wyrm, who was more than two thousand years old, had never met a woman with such last wish. There was no way to save her. But she was the first woman who was able to break the first part of the curse. "Please." Blood trailed from the corner of her lips while her eyes shone with perverse desire. "This is my last death. After this, I am gone forever. The least that you can do is let me touch your eight packs." "Behave." An odd woman and her odd wish. Dante Scheledrus Wyrm didn't know what to do. He wasn't supposed to feel anything. But the first feeling that he felt because of this woman was sheer anger. The second feeling was certainly frustration when she kept using her intense vocabulary on him. The third was… H

Dante didn't laugh. He knew that the woman would find him suspicious. She was already acting differently. The deity did warn him about this. Even if the book was restarted from her revival point and everything was repeated, it didn't mean that things would go the same way. She didn't fall for his abs at first sight. Did she lie to him on her deathbed? It was possible that she lied. Savina had that personality. She knew how to make him mad. Not falling for his abs? Then, what did she fall for? She said that she wanted something, but she died before she could finish her words. Savina broke his first curse. The least that he could do for her was fulfilling her wish. But it was possible that she wouldn't have the same wish after her revival. They must follow the rules of the book. This game had to be played again. The only difference was that he remembered everyt

After I 'helped' him wear the clothes that he could have worn himself (he had hands), he dismissed me. "Leave."I returned to my room. I decided that I wouldn't be affected by the emperor's looks. I had seen more handsome men in my life. Even Syphilis, my cheater ex was handsome.And someone with looks like mine was obviously immune to beauties. How could I get swayed by that man? "Hmph!"Someone knocked on the door. I wondered if it was Dante. But I had a feeling that Dante wasn't the type of person who would knock.When I opened the door, I realized that my prediction was right. Annie beamed at me. And she brought food.She was officially my favourite person in this book.We ate and chatted. Annie knew gossip related to the royal families. She would lower her voice whenever she talked about them. It was strange to hear the royal scandals from a young girl, but I needed information."Basically, the empress wants her son to be the nex

[Flashback]  He studied Savina's face. She looked like she was sleeping.  Although he told her to die, the silence that followed after her death pricked him.  As grief came to him like an old friend whom he rarely missed, Dante didn't know what to do.  Feeling sadness meant he cared for her. It bothered him deeply.   He didn't believe in love. It was a luxury that he could enjoy after he had received freedom; however, he was stuck inside a book for ages.   The person who sent him to this place was the woman he had shared a bed with.  That woman had betrayed him.   Not only him.   Dante understood humans and he also understood himself. He wasn't going to be prejud