Be Fascinated

The saint of the oracle was a fake.The fake deserved to be kicked out of the sacred temple.In front of a fragile being who fell into the world without any protection,The Crown Prince of the Empire appeared and offered his hand.And she had no choice but to hold his hand.“Then, you don’t have to worry about anything. I will take care of you.”That kind man set all the traps,Unknowing, with twinkling eyes and a mouth wide open.–Somehow, it was strange.When everything crumbled and she was abandoned in the world—He appeared as if it was fate.“Why do you keep crying? Our dear Saint.”“…”“It’s not like I’m going to kill you.”The madman who yearned to possess and devour all of her.