“You are the spoils of war promised to me by His Imperial Majesty.”
For 10 years, I lived as Leitria, a sacred maiden of the prosperous and mysterious Belial. Just before I was to be sacrificed for the duchy, I ended up becoming a slave.
Into the hands of Lucifer, a man who looks exactly like my most cherished friend.
I only have 1 year left anyway. Is this salvation, or is it the beginning of another torment?
My remaining time was short. So was the time I fell for Lucifer.
But the people of this world pointed fingers at me.
A corrupted slave ruining the young grand duke’s future.
Or a cowardly sacrifice who brought disaster to this land by defying her fate.
“Hold your head high. As my person, you need not bow before anyone.”
But I couldn’t let you go. So much that I was terrified I would end up ruining you.
So please, abandon me.
