Herietta, the eldest daughter of a Viscount, has a crush on Edwin, the heir to the most influential and wealthy family in the kingdom. But because she knew that her dream was futile, she couldn’t even say a word to him.
But one day, the news of his engagement came.
A while after Herietta began to recover from the wounds of her broken heart, she was told,
“Remember his face. This slave will be living here from now on.”
Edwin, who was now a slave, had come to Herietta’s house.
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“Restrict me more, oppress me more. Herietta, if it is by you, I will gladly accept it.”
“What… did you say?”
Restrict and oppress. At Edwin’s incomprehensible request, Herietta asked with a puzzled look on her face. But instead of answering her question, Edwin silently pulled her hand closer to him without saying a word.
“I, Edwin, acknowledge you as my only lord, and the reason for my existence…”
Edwin lowered his head and gently kissed the back of Herietta’s hand. His breath on the back of her hand was hot.
“…Please do not hesitate to wield me, your faithful sword and servant.”
It was part of a knight’s oath, an oath of allegiance uttered by the recipient of the knighthood to the lord he would serve in the future.
The noble and high Edwin, whom she had previously been unable to properly look in the eye, was now at her feet.