In the "Behavioral Analysis Guide" for his various clients, Felyn recorded response plans for when they got angry.

If Adeline got angry, he had to constantly surround her and coax her until she was happy.

If Zervanie got angry, he could only pray for the best and face her willful demands with a smile.

If Viloti got angry... the section for Viloti's anger was blank, because back then Viloti barely paid him any attention, so he didn't know if she was angry or not.

If Dorothy got angry, Felyn would hug her and sleep with her, and she would be fine the next day. This was because Felyn discovered that Dorothy was very starved for affection and easily became dependent on him, so he had to surround her with love.

Different clients, different people, different solutions.

Contradictions have their specificities.

But for the current Dorothy, Felyn had absolutely no experience in handling her.

For this kind of personality and behavior, Felyn could only understand it from the novels he had read before.

Dorothy was acting this way probably because her heart was extremely insecure.

So Felyn could only guess what to do to make her inner turmoil disappear.

How to prove that he wouldn't leave her, or rather, how to prove that he loved her.

"Brother... Felyn?"

Dorothy could feel a few warm drops of liquid on her face.

She slowly opened her eyes, one hand lightly covering her mouth.

Felyn's blood dripped down his arm onto Dorothy's face.

He held Dorothy's cheeks with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

A long, shocking wound appeared on Felyn's arm.

"Can this prove that I won't leave you?" Felyn learned to show the same smile as Dorothy, a similar obsession flashing in his eyes.

Felyn did not use the sword to cut Dorothy. That would be useless; it couldn't soothe the insecurity in her heart.

He used the sword to cut a deep wound on his own arm. Although it was very painful, he felt it was the only way.

Since Dorothy was not normal, he had to be even more abnormal than her.

Self-harming with a knife, this behavior usually occurred among teenagers, with the purpose of expressing their strong inner love.

I love you so much, I'm willing to self-harm for you, willing to bleed for you.

It was very childish, and meaningless.

Because it was too easy.

Don't think this is a cool thing to do. The pressure of being with someone is much greater than cutting a few gashes on your body.

Doing this, besides expressing one's determination, changes nothing.

If he really decided to be with Dorothy, then he would have to face the endless accusations and curses from the royal family and all the nobles of Siveshus. They would use all means to stop him from being with Dorothy.

It would make everyone around him hate him, cut off all his financial income, and even constantly send assassins after him.

Dealing with these things was much harder than cutting a few gashes on his body.

Not to mention, this world had healing sigils; he wouldn't even be left with any scars.

A world where love solves everything simply doesn't exist.

But for Dorothy, this was very effective.

She was very afraid of him leaving her, very afraid of him leaving her alone.

So he had to do something crazy to put her at ease, to make her feel secure.

Only in this way could Dorothy know his determination.

Special problems require special solutions.

He just didn't know if this would work on Dorothy.

Felyn held Dorothy's face with both hands and gently rested his forehead against hers.

"I'm sorry, Dorothy, for making you feel scared and insecure."

Blood dripped from Felyn's arm onto Dorothy's expensive dress. The bloodstains spread into dark marks on the velvet surface, like dark roses blooming out of thin air on the hem of her skirt.

"No matter who is by my side, I will not forget you. I will not leave you alone."

"It's not just because of your appearance and body. Most importantly, I think you are a very kind and gentle girl."

"Every time a contract starts, you give me a big hug. You give me massages to relax when I'm tired, you bake cookies for me with your own hands, and you listen to my troubles. You've always been taking care of me, how could I leave you?"

"In my heart, I want to be with you forever. That will not change."

"I really like this Dorothy, so you can rest assured. Even if you do nothing, I will not leave you."

Gentle, kind.

Felyn hoped that these words would make Dorothy stop everything she was doing now, hoping she would do what a gentle and kind girl should do.

"Brother... Felyn..."

Dorothy fell into his arms, her expensive dress completely soaked in blood and tears.

"I was so scared, scared that I would be alone again, scared that you wouldn't care about me. So... so I said those things. I actually didn't want to hurt you at all... Is Dorothy being too much?"

"No, how could I bear to leave the cute Dorothy alone?"

Dorothy looked up, tears leaving two crystal-clear tracks on her face.

Her eyelashes were wet and stuck together, and her dark purple eyes shone like jewels.

"Really? Brother Felyn, you're not lying to me?"

"Really."

I'm sorry, Your Highness Dorothy.

I've been lying a lot lately.

"Brother Felyn..."

Felyn half-knelt, his eyes level with Dorothy's.

Then, the Dorothy in Felyn's eyes got closer and closer.

The girl's candy scent rushed into his nostrils, occupying his senses.

Their noses touched, and then Felyn felt his breath completely taken away.

Dorothy kissed him forcefully, her eyelashes trembling nonstop, telling of the girl's inner heart.

Her lips were incredibly soft, and her hot breath brushed past the corner of his lips.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, their breathing becoming a chaotic rhythm.

Occasionally, a small whimper would escape from her throat, begging for Felyn's response.

And at this moment, besides feeling the girl's affection, Felyn also felt his body uncontrollably moving closer to Dorothy.

The faint purple magical power that Dorothy had released due to her emotional excitement, now seemed to be drawn by the gravity of this kiss, turning into countless tiny points of light, slowly seeping into Felyn's body along with their intertwined breaths.

Felyn felt as if he had returned to the room of the high-level magical beast in the dungeon. The surrounding magical power was rapidly increasing his divine affinity.

How is this possible?!

But the increasingly clear statue of [Herlomir] in his mind proved this illogical fact.

Because of this kiss, the magical power of the Siveshus Demon King within Dorothy was madly pouring into his body, increasing his strength.

Dorothy was special to begin with. Her connection with the Siveshus Demon King was the closest among all the royal family members in history.

That's why when she was emotionally excited, the immense magical power within her would overflow uncontrollably.

Felyn could only think of two possibilities now.

First, this was a characteristic of the royal family. Through intimate contact such as kissing and sexual acts, they could transfer the magical power in their bodies to others. But because the magical power in other royals was too little, almost non-existent, no one had discovered this characteristic.

Second, this was a characteristic of the god [Herlomir], allowing him to absorb the Demon King's magical power, thereby increasing his divine affinity.

Felyn didn't know the answer.

Dorothy's brow was tightly furrowed at this moment. The draining of magical power from her body must be very painful.

But she still didn't stop the kiss.

This was her first kiss with Felyn. Even if the world ended, she wouldn't let go.

Felyn didn't know how long they kissed, because to him, the world was somewhat distorted right now.

The immense magical power in Dorothy's body continuously poured into Felyn's body, being converted into divine affinity.

He could feel the statue of [Herlomir] in his mind becoming clearer and clearer.

The god's body became clearer, the fingers clearly visible.

Then, it was [Herlomir]'s face.

To Felyn's surprise, that face didn't look like a god's.

It looked more like the face of a girl next door.

"Brother... Felyn..."

Dorothy finally ended the kiss, taking a small step back, her moist eyes filled with Felyn's figure.

She panted as she called Felyn's name, her face a little pale.

Dorothy could feel that most of the magical power in her body had been drained by Felyn.

Felyn's figure began to blur, but she still reached out and gently touched his cheek.

"Brother Felyn, now you have my magical power in your body. I've completely marked you..."

After saying this, Dorothy struggled a few times, her knees went weak, and she fell into Felyn's arms, completely losing consciousness.

"Dorothy?"

Felyn shook the girl's body. It was very light, he could lift her up easily.

Dorothy seemed to have fainted. Her hands were still tightly clutching Felyn's arm, muttering something.

"Her Highness's magical power has been drained by you. She's just fallen into a deep sleep," Veronica came over and felt Dorothy's wrist, confirming that she was not in any serious danger.

"Here, a high-level healing sigil." Veronica took out a high-level healing sigil from her pocket.

The moment the sigil was activated, Felyn felt his arm itch. He looked down and saw that not even a scar was left on his arm; it was completely healed.

Veronica knelt down and unlocked the handcuffs on Felyn and Dorothy.

"With Her Highness asleep, I don't know how to deal with you. So you can stay here for now. When Her Highness wakes up, she will make arrangements."

"I'm saved..."

Felyn really wanted to let out a long sigh of relief and sit down on the floor, but with Dorothy hanging on him, it was inconvenient to move.

"Were you telling the truth just now?"

"Trade secret, Knight."

Veronica frowned. "You know what will happen if you lie to Her Highness, right?"

"Then you also know what will happen if Her Highness and I really get together, right?" Felyn retorted.

Veronica fell silent. She didn't know what to do.

She was in a dilemma.

She reached out to hold Dorothy, but Dorothy clung tightly to Felyn, unwilling to leave.

"She really likes you."

"I know that now."

"Don't break her heart."

Felyn squeezed out a standard smile. "Trade secret, Knight."

Veronica glared at Felyn. "You carry her, walk to the school gate, and put her in the car."

"You're not going to suddenly pull me into the car when we get there, are you?"

"Who would do something so perverted?"

Felyn glanced at Dorothy in his arms, then at the knight.

"Ahem, let's go." Veronica coughed twice, her boots clattering on the floor as she left the classroom.

Thanks to it being nighttime, there weren't many people at the school.

The royal ceremonial car was parked at the gate. Felyn carried Dorothy and walked towards the main entrance.

The night wind was cool, and the long, pinkish-purple hair of the girl in his arms was gently lifted by the wind.

Felyn could feel her fingers unconsciously clutching his collar, refusing to let go even in her sleep.

Just as he was about to reach the car, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Felyn?"

(End of Chapter)