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will naturally make it easier to dig up dirt on the High Temple!”

The capable Sir Akkard, Heinrich nodded with satisfaction.
It seemed to him that Akkard had slept with Damia, to gain information.

Akkard was grateful that the prince had misunderstood the situation.
Akkard quietly shut up.
Then Heinrich, feeling hopeful and lively said whatever he wanted.

“Use your handsomeness or whatever it is to obtain Lady Primula.
For the poor South suffering from pollution.
When you’re done, well, you can take her pretty hands and come up to the capital together.”

Heinrich smiled gloatingly, revealing his chocolate-stained front teeth.
He thought he could hear the royal family’s dignity falling, but Akkard didn’t tell him.
It was a petty revenge on Heinrich, who unintentionally reminded him of his broken pride.

“Then I’ll see you at the next report, Sir Akkard.”

At last, the magic communication channel was cut off.
Akkard put down the magic tool and frowned in thought.

‘Obtain Damia.’

If he could, he wouldn’t really want to.
But Damia was a woman who wasn’t interested.
She didn’t expect anything from him and she didn’t know anything about him.

So she was hard to handle.

“Tsk.”

Akkard clicked his tongue in frustration.
At this time, he suddenly felt a presence in the hallway outside the bedroom.

‘The butler?’

Akkard thought casually.
He hadn’t slept very well since he came to the North.
His surroundings changed, but that wasn’t the only thing bothering him.

Just as alpha males had a strong desire to breed in the wild, so did Akkard.
His well-disciplined, manly body rapidly grew hot.
In the capital women always rushed to his side so it was relatively easy to quench his lust.

‘Except for that woman.’

Akkard mutter to himself in irritation.
He was a man with a clear sense of purpose and drive.
Therefore, he had no intention of pursuing another woman just because Damia was temporarily uninterested in him.
That was the mindset of a loser.

But his desire for sex persisted, all the same, so Akkard often lost sleep at night.
He had a fit body that grew feverish imagining the fairy-like woman crushed under him.

‘Poor master.
You must be having a hard time sleeping because you are in an unfamiliar bed.’

Sebastian, who knew nothing, sympathized with his master.
So at night, he would often bring warm milk or herbs and scents for a good night’s sleep.

Akkard, who assumed it was Sebastian offering a drink, casually opened the door.

But met his eyes was not his butler but Damia.