The groan of Elmar Ertshar Argamat, Crown Prince of the Nordshar Empire, was filled with a mixture of pain “Adept Lasart, what a… dark you are.

and resentment. Yes, she bit from the heart and did not repent a bit. What else can a girl in my position do?

Bound hand and foot by magic, I was in His Highness's bed. Kneeling Elmar stood next to me, half-naked, in only pajama pants, and tried to pour the elixir into me.

Magical, by the way!

A characteristic purple smoke escaped from the neck, as soon as the militant unscrewed the cap, and caused unpleasant associations with the drug, which I had...