I possessed the body of the heroine from the dark romance fantasy The Saintess’s Life in Captivity.
But only amateurs waste time plotting an escape.
I’ll confess to the male lead faster than anyone else and aim for a “voluntary imperial confinement.”
“It’s okay if you take me with you today.”
“Why would you say something like that to me? We just met.”
“Mm, well, everyone has their own fantasy, right? Mine is being captured by a handsome man and showered with love.”
“Very well. Come with me.”
Perfect, just as planned…
Huh? Why is his hair color changing?
Wait, who did I just ask to confine me?
Alesto realized it immediately.
The man the saintess had been talking about—her so-called “romantic fantasy” partner—wasn’t him, but that other man over there.
And it was obvious enough to arouse suspicion: her gaze refused to leave the man, her eyes even glistened slightly.
‘That won’t do.’
Feeling an inexplicable irritation, he stepped forward, cutting the man off from the saintess’s view.
Startled, she looked up at him like a puppy caught with its tail stepped on.
Her round features and drooping eyes were pitiful enough to stir sympathy.
‘Too late for that now—even a sad face won’t save you.’
