The rabbit in front of him asked innocently, completely unaware of anything.... more>>

“Are you still in heat?”

Of course, that was no longer something that could be called a rabbit—

its soft fur and twitching ears had all disappeared.

The woman didn’t seem tense at all.

He liked that her wide, clear gaze was filled with nothing but him.

But what really excited him was…

“Ah!”

A more provocative expression, a face that didn’t know what to do.

The scream that escaped the moment he bit her hard was incredibly satisfying. <<less

It seems Lady Rose Crawford, wife of Minister Ray Crawford, is still struggling to adjust to life in Orthuran. ... more>>

A foreigner from Bolton, a country with a culture vastly different from ours, she recently sparked controversy once again with an inappropriate comment regarding a labor strike. (See Issue No. 1905-280 of this publication for details.)

Lady Rose has long been unable to hide her excessive pride in her homeland, Bolton.

Even war could not slow Minister Crawford’s rise in approval ratings, but Lady Rose Crawford has managed to do so.

A recent survey conducted among loyal readers of the Daily Oakley Review shows that the minister’s favorability rating has dropped by more than 10 percent since the last poll.

Considering the previous survey was conducted before his marriage, the reason for this decline is clear.

A member of the Conservative Party has expressed serious concern over the situation.

They said that it is becoming increasingly difficult to present Minister Crawford as the face of the party, given the public’s disapproval of his marriage and the frequent scandals that have followed.

Whether Ray Crawford, once one of the nation’s most beloved politicians, can avoid the disgrace of being remembered as a man who made the wrong marriage out of infatuation remains to be seen.

– John Donald, Daily Oakley Review <<less

‘Siren’ a name derived from an ancient creature, used to describe those who could charm, lure, control, and heal others by singing.... more>>

Subjected to live the life of a siren, Aria had experienced, seen, and heard many horrific things. Broken beyond repair, Aria resigned herself to death, when suddenly…

The Grand Duke, Lloyd Cardence Valentine, arrived and whispered.

“Should I kill everyone here?”

“If you need me, just call me. Your song will always reach me, wherever you are.”

In the end, Aria called the devil, bringing death to all those present, along with herself.

“Let’s fall to hell together.”

And with that, Aria breathed her last and died… only to return to her 10-year-old self.

Now that she had a second chance at her life, Aria was determined to change her fate, as well as the cruel fate of her saviour, Grand Duke Valentine.

And so… Aria proposed to him with a marriage contract.

She sold her soul to the devil and vowed to protect him.

[Marry me.]

Aria extended her hand and gave him the contract.

[Let’s get divorced in 10 years…]

The young duke took the contract from her hand.

“So, where should I stamp the seal?”

◇◇◇

“You said you’d divorce me within 10 years.”

The grown-up villain leaned in, hovering his head before he kissed her tenderly over her crown.

“Now that we’re adults, we should sign another contract.” <<less

“We’re of different species, so it’s unfounded for us to go into heat for each other. You’re gentle and kind, so I think it’d be okay to live together. What do you think?”... more>>

The boy nodded shyly. It seemed like a good agreement. For starters, wildcats were skilled hunters. She had also heard they were good at swimming.

‘Now I can eat meat and enjoy as many fish as I want.’

Since Sohwa hadn’t properly learned from her mother, she was clumsy at hunting. She barely remembered the last time she had eaten meat. Having a nimble wildcat friend seemed reassuring.

“I’m fine with anything as long as I’m with you…”

“We should start by changing that title. No more ‘mistress’; call me Sohwa.”

“Sohwa.”

“Yes, that’s much nicer to hear. Then I should call you... hmm.”

She didn’t know where he had come from, nor his age, so how could she know his name?

“What should I call you?”

“Dohwi.”

The boy who claimed to know nothing clearly spoke his name.

“Please call me Dohwi.” <<less