Seeing that Sylvia was gaping at his face in astonishment, Mikel shifted his gaze to look at her and chuckled.

"So something did happen that night…" His voice trailed, a grin surfacing on his devilishly handsome face.

Sylvia's heart sank. That was still the only upper hand she had and she didn't want to lose it at any cost.

So she hurriedly tried to explain and avert his attention. "Please forgive me, your highness. Please. I am so sorry."

"I was just so scared by that big magical beast that I ran away in fear without thinking."

"I am sorry. As your slave, I should have thrown my body in front of you and protected you, but instead, I ran away."

"I deserve all the punishment in the world. I have let you down. I am very sorry." Sylvia started blabbering, throwing out words one after the other, none of which were true.

"Oh… is that so?" Mikel grinned. He was amused at this woman playing chameleon.

Just a second ago, she had been eying him like an enemy, waiting to tear him apart, but now all of a sudden, she acted so meekly and submissive.

He chuckled lightly and asked. "So you didn't try to run away from me?"

Sylvia shook her head vigorously. "I wouldn't dream of it, your highness."

"Weren't you taking a carriage to another Kingdom?"

"No, your highness. That man tricked me. He must have plotted to sell me again or something."

"Then why did you jump out of the carriage?"

"Ah… I am clumsy…"

Sylvia quickly answered one question after another, determined to lie her way through this miserable situation.

"Please, your highness. You have to believe me. It is my greatest pleasure to serve you until the end of my life."

"I would never even dream of running away." She gulped hopefully, her eyes pleading with the devil.

However, Mikel simply chuckled. How could he possibly buy what she was selling?

"Alright then. Don't beat yourself up so much." He casually mumbled.

Sylvia blinked, feeling slightly relieved.

She didn't know if the man believed her but at the least, she had successfully changed the topic.

If the man ever finds out the things he had spilled to her in his intoxicated state… Sylvia shuddered to think of the consequences.

But unfortunately, she still had to suffer the consequences of this new topic.

The man had not yet done talking and he curved his lips upwards to ask her a ridiculous question.

"So you must be feeling very guilty for letting your master down?"

Sylvia's mouth twitched and she lightly nodded. "Yes, your highness."

"You are regretful that you didn't serve me well?"

She again nodded.

"You vow to make up for it for the rest of your life?"

She gulped and again nodded, not liking where this was heading to.

But before her brain could guess his next narcissistic question, Sylvia felt the man's grasp on her hand tighten, and the next instant, she was pulled forward in one fell swoop.

Sylvia felt her chest crash into the devil's embrace, her body falling into him.

The blanket covering her body slid down, now snugly hung on her hips, revealing her bare upper half and her seductive curves.

Everything had happened too fast for Sylvia to react and she glared at the man in shock.

She was completely locked in place. She couldn't even wiggle her hands free in order to pull the blanket back up and cover herself.

She could only look away in embarrassment, feeling her naked body pressed up against his hard chest.

Mikel tilted his head down in amusement, as he used his one hand to hold her chin and lift her gaze, forcing her to meet his eyes.

His other hand was firmly wrapped around her slender waist, touching her warm soft skin, just above her perky behind, and holding her close to him.

"If you are so regretful of not serving me well… why don't you serve me now?" His voice teased her, implying various hidden meanings.

Sylvia gulped, the knot in her throat moving up and down. What a hateful man!

He had already done plenty of things to her while she was unconscious and now he still wanted more?

She wanted to bite into the fingers holding her chin and draw blood until the man screamed in pain.

But unfortunately, she was not in a position to do so… She had somehow managed to change the topic and she needed to keep it so.

Only by playing by his rules, slowly plotting and scheming, could she even begin to think of a way to escape this devil's clutches.

So now all she could do was swallow her anger and squeeze out a weak smile.

"How… how should I serve you, Master?" Sylvia stammered, blinking her eyes innocently, her long eyelashes and her enchanting blue eyes gazing at Mikel with utter obedience.

Mikel actually hadn't expected her to remain this calm and unfazed and found himself slightly taken aback by her bold enticing words.

With her naked body still clinging to him, it was extremely hard for him to resist such sweet alluring words from her glistening lips.

For a moment, he wanted to press her down and take her for himself, but he clenched his fists, restraining his desire.

He cannot afford to give in to the temptation just yet. He reminded himself.

He shifted his eyes, not daring to gaze into her soulful blue eyes, and muttered, looking outside. "Did you know, my dear… Mages are capable of taming beasts. Even magical beasts."

"They catch them when they are young and shower them with love and affection that a mother would."

"This makes the beast very loyal to them."

Huh? What is he talking about? Sylvia gulped. She couldn't understand why he was suddenly talking about something else out of the blue.

"But sometimes, even with all the love, affection, and delicious food, some beast cubs are still feisty and they have the bad habit of running away at every chance they get." Mikel continued, his voice reaching a dangerous pitch.

He then turned his head to look at Sylvia again. "Do you know what they do to those mischievous cubs, my sweet kitten?"