She turned her head in disbelief and saw that the person who was talking was beside her.

The little slime, who had been by her side at all times, happily crawled out of her chest and jumped on top of the man.

The light in her room is apricot-colored and dim, and such a light casts a fog over people's faces, and in such lights, sometimes we wonder about the person in front of us, thinking that he does not look like what we imagined. But Isaiah was sure that what she saw was the beautiful face of the man, that he was the work of God, that only the god of light and the god of the moon could form such a work, and that he was perfect.

But why was he here? She began to suspect that she had drunk too much wine at the banquet and was hallucinating. The king gave her a banquet with many knights who had gone with her to fight in the Demon Realm, and the human warriors loved spirits, so that these warriors could indulge in a lot of spirits. And she, as the protagonist of the banquet, obviously has no reason to avoid drinking. What's more, now that she is confined to the palace, she needs a little more opportunity to indulge a little.

Of course, she had drunk too much, and the attitude of her old subordinates towards her had not changed because she was a woman or that she had become a crown prince. This made her so happy that she was a little too profligate. Now that her eyes were hazy and her head ached, she had plenty of reason to believe that what she was seeing was a vision that her brain had provided her.

But even if it's a hallucination...... Isn't it also good?

She smiled drunkenly at him and staggered over to hug his shoulder. His body is warm...... It's a very real illusion.

"Thank you...... My brain ......" she muttered to herself, reaching over his chin and kissing him viciously.

It tastes so good.

"Mr. Illusion" seems to like her initiative, but he clearly wants to take the initiative a little as well. He shoved his slippery, soft tongue into her mouth, stirring up ripples in her heart.

She opened her eyes to see his expression, his expression mesmerized, and she thought that she might have seen her own face from his. Her expression must have looked the same as his.

What would she say if a maid came up and saw her dancing with the people she was dancing with her fantasies? The maids were all big mouths, and whatever secrets they let them know, the next day the whole palace would know about them. Either way, it's better not to let them see it. Thinking so, she glanced in the direction of the door, ready to go over and close it.

But the door was closed, tightly closed, with two locks, and no one could enter. Even though Isaiah was drunk, she was pretty sure the door was open when she came in.

Of course, she didn't have time to lock the door...... Who locked the door?

She broke free from "Mr. Illusion's" embrace and reached out to touch his face. His appearance looked very real, his touch was very warm, he didn't look like a hallucination at all, he stood in front of her alive, as if to tell her that he was not just a hallucination, that he was real.

She wasn't sure now, was he really here? But how could it be? How could it be so coincidental that he appeared just as she remembered him?

She bit his lip.

She used so much force that his lip was bitten and blood was coming out of it. Isaiah tasted his blood, and it smelled like rust.

"If you want to know if it's a dream or not, you should bite yourself. He said to her, "Or can I help you?"

He grabbed her wrist and held it up, making it look like he wanted to bite. She stared at him intensely, as if she was afraid that if he bit down, he would disappear with a pop.

He didn't bite her, he just imprinted a kiss on the back of her hand, and his movements were so gentle, like a feather, that he didn't want to hurt her at all. He looked up at her face and smiled at her:

"If it hurts you, I'll probably disappear, and I think I'd better be careful, after all, I'm your hallucination. ”

She shook her head desperately and said firmly:

"You're lying to me. But how did you get here?"

"I didn't lie to you. Elliot still smiled, "I came from your deepest dreams, I spent a lot of time and energy to get here, but all of this was in vain, I came to you." ”

He looked at her, she was dressed in a woman's garment, and she wore a small golden crown on her head, which brought her a beauty that was different from what she had ever been. No matter how she dressed, his appearance mesmerized him.

"It looks like a lot of things happened when I wasn't with you. He said, "I went to Grace Castle to look for you at first—thankfully they remembered me." They told me you were here, so I came. I was looking for your room in the hallway, and then I heard the maids say it's your birthday...... I never knew. ”

"Now you know. She said, "You'll know more about me in the future." ”

"I didn't prepare a gift for you, I knew it too late, and I came too soon. He said, "I'm sorry." ”

She shook her head:

"You don't have to apologize, you can be here because it's the best gift I've ever received today. ”

"I heard from them that you promised your king to be his sister and heir, and that you would be queen in the future, Your Highness? ”

"Am I getting old?" she asked with a smile, "and our Majesty the King forces me every day to do a great deal of official business, in the name of training me well, but in fact it is just to hide from ...... I've said I'm not good at that, but he won't listen to me, and I think my hair is going to turn gray. ”

"Nope. He kissed her lightly in the eye, "You haven't grown old, you have just grown up." You've always been so charismatic, and you're going to be more and more charismatic, I'm already smitten for you. Didn't your king be smitten for you, and why would he let you live with him, and give you his most important things?"

She looked at his face, and there was jealousy clearly written on his face, and he was jealous. This look that would have made people look ugly on his face made Isaiah feel a little cute. She tapped the tip of his nose lightly.

"Are you jealous?" she asked, "His Majesty Quentin II is only my brother...... I've always wanted to have a brother. As an older brother, I think he's quite qualified. ”

"This person has tried against you. "The thought that his bedroom is ten meters away from you, and that I'm in another world, makes me go crazy with jealousy, and in just one hour I've thought a hundred times about whether or not to let my guards come here, kill him, and snatch you back." ”

Elliot was indeed mad with jealousy, but to Isaiah, his jealous expression was simply cute.

"Don't say things like that. She said, "If jealousy is the reason for such a bastard, then I should also take my knights and pacify Lucifer, and then take you captive here, and shut you up in the basement, and put a veil over your face so that no one should see your face." ”

"Then I will be a beautiful prisoner imprisoned by the evil crown prince, and I will wait in the basement for my knight to save me. He said this, shrugging his shoulders slightly, "You have a lot of imagination. ”

"I'd really do such a thing!" she rubbed his face with the strength of the wine, "You look much more mature than when I first met you, and you don't look like a teenager anymore...... I don't remember well...... When did you grow up?"

"I've grown up a long time ago. He said, "The first time I hugged you." ”

He put his hand on her chest:

"You brought a part of me into the human realm. "Anything it can feel, I can feel...... Do you usually put it here? It's soft. ”

She was embarrassed and grabbed his wrist to pull his hand away, but he grabbed the jeweled neckline and pulled it down, and in jealousy tore the dress that Quentin II had given her.

The gems embedded in the clothes could not withstand such tugging, and they fell off one after another and fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He cupped her waist around her waist and gently spun her around and placed her on the bed in the bedroom.

Of course she could resist him, her strength was much stronger than his, how could he have been so successful in sneaking up on her at such a close distance?

Maybe it's because she's drunk.

She was laid on her bed by him, and as an important crown prince, her sheets were made of the most expensive silk, as smooth as a woman's skin, and she lay on the bed, her broad skirt like a flower blooming downward.

He confessed that her dress was beautiful, but he was still tearing at it in an orderly manner, and he thought he was going to tear all the clothes that the evil king had given her. If she wanted to wear a dress, he could give her more than ten times more gorgeous than these.

The gorgeous dress was eventually reduced to pieces, and he saw the carcass he had longed for again. Just as he leaned down to kiss her, his arms, which had become weak from alcohol, seemed to suddenly gain strength, and he was thrown over on the bed at once:

"You're done venting your jealousy? Now it's my turn. ”