The man who despises me more than garbage is the one who once whispered love to me.
In 19th century England, when the foundations for the Өpⁱʊm wars were being laid, McQueen Leicester, the head of England’s largest trading company ‘Klaus Division’ and a major figure in Өpⁱʊm smuggling, seeks to achieve his ambitions of gaining power through war.
At a salon attended for lobbying purposes, McQueen encounters Aaron Wisfield, the scoundrel of London’s social scene. Despite his elegant exterior, Aaron is a man who indulges in bizarre behavior under the influence of Өpⁱʊm, earning McQueen’s disdain.
“You Өpⁱʊm-dealing rat.”
“…You’ve completely lost your mind.”
“Haha, you’re right. I’ve smoked a bit of Өpⁱʊm. I might be properly mad…”
The heir of a duchy fiercely opposing the war deployment plan. A person born with excessive wealth, honor, and power. Someone who only looks down at the mud from atop their polished shoes.
While viewing him as a horribly repugnant figure, McQueen loses all his memories due to a fall during a hunting competition.
When he barely wakes up in an old hut, the stunningly handsome man claims to be England’s greatest artist and insists that McQueen is his servant.
“Then what should I call you?”
Aaron put the wooden carving back on the table and glared coldly.
“You should call me Master.”
“…Master?”
Despite his handsome face, he is irritable, arrogant, and the violent owner of the hut.
“Are you naturally this savage?”
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“What? What did you just say…”
“I asked if you always behave like this towards people who care about you.”
However, in the isolated hut where it’s just the two of them, McQueen Leicester begins to develop indefinable feelings towards his master, who always returns covered in wounds…
