However, yesterday, the original owner of the body had been drinking all night long with his disreputable friends when, an assassin came from nowhere and attack him, claiming Prince Aanuel's life—of course, that was when Cian’s soul had entered and taken the stage.

After pondering for a while, Cian can’t help but give himself a smile of ridicule. He doesn’t know whether this strange situation of his was a blessing or not—Damn Night! Can’t you have chosen someone better…?

Suddenly, a voice resounded, "Your Highness, are you okay?" Cian turned around and looked at the woman wearing a maid uniform in front of him. Her tone was slightly cold and her face was expressionless.

"Ruka Hashbern. This beautiful woman is my personal servant...?" Cian frowned.

From his memories, Ruka Hashbern, was the illegitimate daughter of the Harshbern Family. However, due to her parentage, born from a father raping her slave, Ruka Harshbern was treated as a servant.

A few months ago, she was then sent to the Imperial Palace and was then chosen as Aanuel’s personal servant. Then, two weeks after, Aanuel lusted after her and was then brutally raped by him… claiming her virginity. It was still vivid in Cian’s memory, that crying despair face…

Even still, that damn brat of a scum even scolded her for being unsatisfactory, calling her a stupid sow—and in the end, she doesn’t have a choice but to take it as her honor for being raped by that damn brat of a scum…!

What a pitiful woman…

Cian turned to her, an icy gleam flashed across his eyes. “Ruka…”

Ruka noticed Cian’s eyes and couldn’t help but tremble. She stared at the ‘Second Prince’ with confusion and fear in her eyes. Her face was pale; like a frightened quail.

“Wh, what is it… your highness…?”

“Tell me, Ruka… do you hate me?”

“Eh…?” Ruka’s eyes widened in shock. “I, I dare not your high, highness…”

Cian’s lips curled up and replied, "Why? Are you scared?" His voice, which was full of blatant mockery, sounded natural. “Tell me the truth, and I won’t do anything to you… tell me a lie, and you will bear the consequences… I will give you only three chances… that before was one...”

Ruka looked at him with a terrified expression on her face, “I, I," She lowered her head, and blinked in panic. One of her legs was positioned before the other. Her body was slightly tilted. She seemed ready to run away from the room.

Why is he asking that now…?

What is he planning?

What is going on…?

Ruka’s eyes turned moist and her shoulders slightly trembled. She just couldn’t understand what was going on with her second prince. Why is he asking that?

“… …” Cian lay motionless, and continue to stare coldly.

“I… I did…” Ruka bit her lips to the point that there was already blood leaking and her face pale as a white sheet of paper.

“What?”

“I, I hate…the prince…”

“Was it for me, assaulting you? Taking your body forcefully?”

“… …” Tears dropped on the ground. As the room was enveloped by eerie silence, the dropping of tears resounded like the gong of a bell. “Y, yes…”

“How many times did I do it with you? I had already forgotten about it so clear my confused mind…”

“E, eighteen times…” At this moment, Ruka finally couldn’t hold it anymore and she fell to the ground, her knees losing strength. Tears continued to fall like a waterfall. Sobbing echoed in the silent room, like a mourning woman, it was filled with sorrow and pain.

A flash of gentleness appeared in Cian’s eyes. But it was only for a moment before it was then replaced back by coldness and cruelty.

“Then do you hate me… enough wanting to kill me…?”

“Eh?!” Ruka’s teary eyes widened as she raised her head. “No, I, I dare not, your highness…!!” She shook her head desperately. "I certainly dare not!!"

“I said honestly…” Cian’s said in a cold vice.

Ruka’s body trembled and she then hurriedly prostrated, “I really didn’t, your highness…!”

“… ….” Cian nodded slightly. “Oh well, next question… other than me, who did you give your body to…?”

“Tha, that’s…”

“Answer…!”

“Y, yes…” Ruka’s eyes were now red and filled with despair and sorrow. Her eyes turned glazed as if she had lost her spirit. “Second s, son of the prime minister, fir, first prince…and, and my half-brother…”

“Ho?” Cian’s brows furrowed. Even her half-brother…? “Willingly?”

“No, no…”

Hmm… so even half-brother lusted upon her…? As expected of demons…! “How many times?”

“Four times with the son of the prime minister, twice with the first prince and… six times with, with my half-brother…” Ruka’s voice was soft and weak as if it has come from the empty spirit of the fairyland, without even one bit a person’s warmth and also without the slightest amount of emotion that a person should have had when she speaks.

She had fallen into despair—such shameful things, a woman like her, no matter how defiled she was, this kind of shameful things had broken and crushed her heart into millions of pieces.

Cian turns his head to look at Ruka’s face that is void of expression. He knows that this traumatized look should only happen to a person who has experienced great suffering, and for it to exist on a girl so young…

Cian gazes into Ruka’s eyes that are filled to the brim with anger, despair, and hatred. “Ruka, if I tell you if you are my personal servant… your body shouldn’t be touched by any man; except for me… do you understand what I want to say…?”

“… …” Ruka looks at him absent-mindedly. She the drop her gaze and her body felt as if it had lost its strength, “This, this servant understands… this, this servant will pay with her life…”

Cian’s eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a grin. “However, what if I gave you a last chance but there is one condition… do you want it? Do you want to live..?”

“… …?!” Ruka’s eyes widened as she stared at Cian disbelievingly. “You, your highness…”

“So? What is it Ruka, I’m waiting for your answer…”

“I…”

She'd lost her life, her family, even her dignity, and freedom. She'd lost everything.

Live…? Must I live and still go through all of it again?

Thinking up to here, Ruka’s helpless and fragile expression turned cold and numb.

“I want to live… your highness… ple, please save this poor servant…please…” she throws all the dignity she had left for survival and prostrated on the ground.

She was sure that if Cian said that the punishment is death, she will certainly die…!

The second prince’ character… who knows more than her?!

“Your highness…!”

Cian smiled, satisfied. “Ruka, I can let you live but… you need to follow my condition.”

“As long as it’s your highness condition, no matter what it is… this poor servant will follow them until death!”

“Then good… from now onward, every of my command, you must obey it. In this Empire, no in this world, only me is your master… do you understand?!”

“Y, yes, your highness…!” Ruka nodded hastily.

“Do you really understand?”

“I understand your highness!”

“Then, your will, your body… your soul… who they belong to?”

“It belongs to your highness…!” Ruka bit her lips and replied.

Clever…

“If some men, want to touch you, even if it’s just a strand of your hair… what will you do?”

“I will cut all of it and would not let any other men… touch me again…!” Ruka responded with firm determination.

For Cian, it seems it was too much, but he liked he decisiveness. “Bravo…” Cian chuckled. “You better not forget your words, Ruka… one last betrayal and I will certainly cut your head. From now on, you belong to me… do you understand?”

“Yes, your highness…!” Ruka replied as she prostrated her herself to Cian’s direction that even her forehead had already touched the ground. It was a dogeza where she had thrown away all her dignity as a person.

“That’s all…” Cian lay back on the bed. Exhaustion flashed across his eyes. It seems like his current body is extremely weak and crappy…!