“To remove the malignant energy, you will need to sleep with me for a while. To properly guide your mana and expel the malign energy, my mana must be injected in the same manner.” Upon hearing those words, Roina felt her heart sink. Ah, so this was what Lutan had been hiding. The kiss just moments ago had merely been a medical treatment. Her chest ached with a dull pain. “I’ve been searching through all the ancient literature to see if there’s any other way, but every method takes far too long or is practically impossible to realize right now. I still need to look a bit further, but it seems there is likely no other way.” In the middle of the old library where the moonlight lingered quietly, a black-haired, golden-eyed man sat down beside her, speaking in a polite yet slightly agonizing voice. Roina placed her hand over her chest and pressed down as her heart throbbed with a sharp pain. Spirits were continuously shelving books back into the bookcases, but every single rare book in this study bore the traces of this man's hands from today. He had been trying this hard just to avoid sleeping with her. “I’m sorry. Still, I will somehow find another way…” “No, really, I’m sorry. I, I’m fine. Please, inject the mana in that same way.” “……Are you truly going to be alright?” The intensely glowing, golden-eyed man looked at her. Roina tightly shut her eyes. She wanted to erase the traces of the Crown Prince as soon as possible and take the fastest route. But in truth, even to her, that felt like an excuse—she intensely desired Lutan.