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“It’s alright. I’ll ask Khan.”

 

She decided to use Khan instead of a splendid guard unit. It was also a good opportunity to inform him that she had hired him as her personal mercenary.

 

“Understood, Lady Dia. I’ll take my leave.”

 

The maids bowed and left the room.

 

Dia lit the incense she had received from Khan earlier. Shortly after, footsteps were heard, and her mercenary entered the room.

 

* * *

 

Dia left Khan standing in front of the palace and headed alone towards the grand hall. As soon as she entered, she was greeted by the royal secretary, Zahasu.

 

He handed Dia a stylus and requested that she inscribe her name in the guestbook.

 

Dia Meskenet. After inscribing her name, the secretary handed her a thick needle and a square-cut amapu.

 

This was for the second funeral. It wasn’t a customary practice but was done due to the particularly unfortunate death of Anaya.

 

It was a cautious vow that those who loved Anaya would be with her even after her death.

 

“You just need to dip this in blood.”

 

Dia pricked her finger with the needle. As she dropped a drop of blood onto the amapu, the once white fabric turned dark red.

 

The secretary meticulously embroidered the fabric with the blood. The yellowish bone soon turned rough and red.

 

“You may enter.”

 

Dia glanced at the other mourners collecting blood for a moment before entering the banquet hall.

 

In the center of the spacious hall was a stone basin surrounded by statues of goddesses.

 

This basin was also an item that adorned the Hephaestus house with Harsi. Inside, it was filled with items that could remind her of Anaya.

 

Dia placed the golden necklace and bracelet she had received from Anaya three years ago into the basin. Although she had only been with Anaya for a short time as a player, to Anaya, she must have been a sister who had been with her for a long time.

 

Dia spent a moment silently praying for Anaya.

 

“Dia.”

 

The royal secretary, Neta, called Dia. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much free time allowed.

 

“The prayer of Lord Theos is scheduled to begin soon. Allow me to escort you to your seat.”

 

“…I understand. Please lead the way.”

 

Theos. A suspicious man. But at the same time, a strategy character in the game who she had to seduce.

 

Today, he was scheduled to read the official documents on behalf of the aides. It was immensely frustrating that he, who was nothing more than an fiancé to her, was leading the funeral. But it was a decision made by Panku and the elders at the Grand Temple.

 

With a bitter smile, Dia followed the secretary to the designated seat.

 

Not long after, Theos, dressed in crimson haik and gold cendote (an apron-like ornament worn around the waist), stood before the officials.

 

She thought his cold demeanor suited the crimson hue quite well.

 

Reluctantly, she admitted that he was a handsome man, almost like one from ancient myths, an ideal that many women dreamed of.

 

The noticeable quickening of breath among the women in the hall as he appeared indicated their admiration.

 

“The ancient gods say…”

 

Gradually, the opening of the funeral began from between Theos’s firm lips.

 

“Darkness is not the end but the beginning, and the dead shall rise with the sun and ascend.”

 

The women were not focused on the prayer itself but on Theos’s noble figure. Even the men’s gazes were not indifferent; they were filled with admiration, as if looking at the next hero of Tabarna.

 

“The deceased Tabarna, Anaya Meskenet, has now become a young god by the side of the sun god Arinna. This should be seen as joy, not sadness.”

 

Joy? Dia didn’t like his prayers, but she had to bite her lip.

 

In Hittite culture, the death of an emperor was not an ominous sign but a sign of new resurrection. Anaya had simply become a god from a human.

 

“Arinna, may the Emperor of Hittite be with you. I pray you accept her as your faithful disciple.”

 

As Theos finished his final prayer, the nobles all rose from their seats. Dia also stood up from her chair and looked at Theos.

 

“Is he wearing olive oil on his body?”

 

While others were looking at his face, Dia was observing his body.

 

His biceps holding the prayer script were contoured. Even though he was just holding a stone tablet, the shading of his muscles was remarkable. What if he held herself with that body?

 

“I shall now close the basin.”

 

Theos placed the engraved stone tablet into the basin inside the hall and closed the lid. The prayer ritual was over.

 

Dia shifted her gaze from Theos and began to survey the nobles.

 

There were nobles she had seen in the tutorial, but there were also nobles she had never seen before.

 

For example, that person.

 

His hair was neatly combed to one side, exuding a rare elegance. Moreover, instead of a loose robe, he wore linen that fit snugly from his shoulders to his chest. The silhouette of the man’s buttocks was accentuated by a silver-decorated belt.

 

Her gaze kept returning to his smooth body line.

 

Dia moved her seat to get a closer look at his face.

 

The man facing her now could be mistaken for a statue, with his distinct features, yet his eyes were sharp and lifeless.

 

He appeared to be in his early thirties, and from the way the nobles bowed to him, he seemed to be a high-ranking official.

 

But that emptiness.

 

Even to Dia’s discerning eyes, he was perhaps the finest man in Hatusa, worthy of praise, but outwardly, he looked like a cold-blooded person.

 

He emitted a very dangerous scent… It seemed impossible to approach him easily.

 

Then, a steward handed her a goblet of wine.

 

It was the moment Dia turned to receive the cup.

 

“Greetings are overdue.”

 

A low voice came from behind her, dry and hot like shifting sands.

 

Dia couldn’t turn around. It was a voice she knew well.

 

“Dia Meskenet.”

 

―… You’ve already become a filthy bitch.

 

When the man whispered near her, Dia dropped the goblet of wine she was holding.

 

“Ah…”

 

Crash.

 

As the glass shattered on the floor, the red wine splattered on Dia’s clothes. Startled attendants hurriedly cleaned up the fallen pieces, but Dia couldn’t move at all.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

The man grabbed Dia’s arm and supported her. She felt his breath close to her.

 

Dia reluctantly raised her head to look at the man in front of her.

 

…

 

He was a man of beautiful appearance that Dia had just admired a moment ago.

 

“I apologize if I startled you. Here.”

 

The man took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

 

“Ahotep.”

 

It was certain ‘he’ the soldiers mentioned in the bad ending. It was his voice.

 

He who bribed the royal guards and dragged himself into the pit, calling her a ‘filthy bitch’.

 

Dia’s pupils elongated. But unfortunately, she couldn’t blame the man.

 

In the new route where the bad ending disappeared, the man hadn’t committed any sins against her.

 

‘Not yet. He hasn’t done anything yet.’

 

Dia wiped off the wine from her hand with the handkerchief he gave her. She didn’t forget to smile at the man, pretending nothing happened.

 

“Thank you. I’ll use it well.”

 

Now that she knew who the culprit was, she had a chance too.

 

Dia was thinking of killing him if necessary.

 

Unaware of Dia’s thoughts, the man bowed to her in greeting.

 

“Ahotep Hitarashis. It’s been a long time since I saw you when you were young.”

 

Dia repeated his name in her mind. If she had seen him when she was young, it must have been before she logged into the game.

 

Dia didn’t know the man, but the man knew her childhood from the game. Then he must be someone closely related to the royal family.

 

“Excuse me, but who are you…?”

 

When Dia opened her mouth to ask his identity, an unexpected person approached beside Ahotep.

 

“Are you here? Father.”

 

It was Theos.

 

“You came just in time. I was about to introduce myself to Dia.”

 

“…Ah.”

 

Theos coldly looked Dia up and down with widened eyes. It was a noticeable contempt and mockery.

 

Dia couldn’t help but notice his gaze. She just didn’t know how to react.

 

Ahotep Hitarashis. And Theos Hitarashis. Listening and seeing, they were from the same background.

 

Why didn’t she realize it sooner? When you look at them side by side, it’s so obvious. Dia, who alternated between the appearances of the two men, let out a disappointed sigh.

 

Thick hair like the night sky. Golden eyes that sparkled like sunlit grains of sand. A tall and neat nose. A straight jawline.

 

It was enough to recognize that the two were related by blood.

 

“During Dia’s absence, the representative of Panku has changed.”

 

Ahotep’s low voice was a new story for Dia. Theo, sensing her bewildered gaze, smirked softly.

 

Although Ahotep gave her a hint, it wasn’t his father’s attitude. It was the demeanor of an arrogant wealthy man, evaluating and appraising a foolish woman in front of him.

 

“…I apologize for saying this, but I am currently serving as his representative.”

 

“I see.”

 

“Yes. I expect to meet you often in the future, Dia.”

 

Dia had to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside her. Panku’s representative, Ahotep, and the successor candidate supported by Panku, Theos. It was such an obvious development.

 

These two wealthy men were abusing their power. They were preparing to turn Hittite into their own empire, dragging people into their selfish desires, despite being nobles themselves.

 

“Theos. You should have told me earlier that your father was this young.”

 

Dia’s words carried a hidden meaning, causing Ahotep’s lips to curl up slightly. It was a moment when his hidden male instincts, buried deep down, inadvertently showed.

 

“It’s an overflowing compliment.”

 

Dia looked at Ahotep, her lips pressing together, observing him.

 

“However.”

 

She didn’t have any particular hostility towards Ahotep. The previous ending was just that, a thing of the past, irrelevant to the present. But that didn’t mean she had the patience to tolerate curiosity.

 

“What about your wife?”

 

Dia’s sharp tone also served as a reminder of noble etiquette. Everyone close to the royal family, such as Hitarashis, should greet her without exception as the princess.

 

However, even after scanning the banquet hall, there was no one who looked like Ahotep’s wife, so it was a reasonable question for Dia.

 

But Ahotep didn’t frown at Dia’s provocation. Rather, he seemed very relaxed.

 

“It’s embarrassing to say, but I have never been married. Dia Meskenet.”

 

Dia’s eyes widened at the unexpected revelation.

 

Ahotep didn’t seem uncomfortable, but Theos, who had been listening quietly, furrowed his brows.

 

She needed to fix it. Rumors could spread that the nobles of Panku had ignored the representative of the nobles, which could be detrimental.

 

Dia quickly called out to Ahotep.

 

“Ahotep Hitarashis. The question earlier was just…”

 

But it was at that moment.

 

[Ahotep Hitarashis]

 

[Affection Level: 0]

 

[Obsession Level: 20]

 

A status window indicating that he was a conquest character appeared simultaneously.

 

[SYSTEM: You have successfully made contact with the conquest character ‘Ahotep Hitarashis’.]

 

[Quest ‘Dangerous Liaisons’. You have completed contact with all three individuals.]

 

[Quest Completed Reward: Congratulations. As a reward for your efforts, one hidden event ‘1’ will be unlocked!]

 

The quest ‘Dangerous Liaisons’ was completed.

 

“What…? Ahotep is a conquest character?”

 

Dia’s face was astonished. If it were her sister’s fiancé, Theos, that’s one thing, but the fact that even his father was a conquest character seemed like it was going too far.

 

This was a development that split her conscience in two but thrilled her at the same time.

 

Moreover, this man was the same blackmailer who called her a ‘filthy bitch’.

 

“Please leave now. The Seti priest is waiting.”

 

However, the clueless Theos urged Ahotep to leave.

 

Ahotep glanced at Dia for a moment, asked for her permission, and then left his seat.

 

―… You’ve already become a filthy bitch.

 

Was Ahotep planning to assassinate her from the beginning? There wasn’t enough evidence. It was just full of suspicion.

 

Perhaps Theos was the one who intended to assassinate her before his father. Either way, one of them had their sights set on Dia’s life.

 

And it was Dia’s mission to capture such a person as her own.

 

* * *

 

After the funeral ceremony ended and she stepped out of the palace, Khan was waiting for Dia.

 

Dia saw the nobles murmuring around such a Khan.

 

Pitiful soldiers supporting the hollow nobles. Or perhaps servants who couldn’t focus because of Dia Meskenet’s charm.

 

Those who whispered words they couldn’t say alone looked utterly disgusting.

 

Did Khan hear their words? But even from afar, his sturdy shoulders seemed indifferent to gossip.

 

Yet, when Dia didn’t approach him willingly, Khan noticed her first and moved towards her.

 

“You’re out.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Right now, words of comfort would only be unnecessary interference.

 

Dia walked silently by Khan’s side. He, too, remained unusually quiet. Was he regretting his decision? Giving up the honor of being a royal guard and choosing Dia Meskenet.

 

Dia felt guilty towards the soldiers who had protected her for three years.

 

If Khan hadn’t been there, she would have remained as an ignorant princess about Hittite. It was heartbreaking to hear cold words coming from such a person, who had been with her for so long.

 

“…Khan.”

 

Dia stopped and called him softly. Khan also stopped, hesitating.

 

The two were in a quiet forest path in front of the palace. Only the sound of the wind hid the silence.

 

“Do you regret it?”

 

Khan’s brows furrowed.

 

“If you’re asking if I regret standing by your side, I don’t.”

 

It was a strong and blunt answer. His eyes were clear and without falsehood.

 

Dia felt relieved but was curious about Khan’s heart. What did he see in her that made him willing to abandon everything? Was he just following the scenario set by the game?

 

Could she find out his true feelings if she asked him?

 

“Khan, then…”

 

“I respect you.”

 

Before Dia could ask him, Khan understood her intention and spoke.

 

Dia’s eyes widened. It was a completely unexpected statement.

 

“When you said you would leave Hittite three years ago, I, like everyone else, thought you were abandoning your homeland.”

 

It was the biggest reason why everyone looked down on Dia. Even Theos had criticized her for fleeing.

 

Dia’s heart ached.

 

“But during the three years I spent by your side, I realized that I was wrong. Watching you study all day with a determined face made me feel ashamed of myself.”

 

Dia scratched her forehead. Just like a novice diligently leveling up, she had been serious about the tutorial.

 

So she sat at the desk, reading history books or memorizing dictionaries. She hadn’t known that Khan would appreciate such behavior.

 

“And even when the terrible news of Tabarna’s death came, you didn’t falter.”

 

“…”

 

“Instead, you asked me with an angry face about the succession rights.”

 

It was the second time, so…

 

As Dia mumbled to herself, Khan stared at her. Even with her sudden intrusion, he remained unshaken.

 

“I was convinced then. The person in front of me, Dia Meskenet, will become the Empress of Hittite.”

 

“Khan…”

 

“I support and trust you.”

 

Dia couldn’t say anything. It wasn’t because she felt guilty for Khan’s touching declaration or because she was overwhelmed.

 

Ironically, just at this moment, two choices appeared in front of her. It was the moment when she had to choose the first “dialogue” option ever.

 

[I trust you too, Khan.]

 

[Is it just respect…?]

 

‘Could it be…’

 

Dia felt a sense of unease in front of the two options. In any dating simulation, ellipses meant two things.

 

The first, cold and indifferent emotions.

 

The second, a heart too hot to hold onto.

 

‘If I choose the second option… maybe a new route will open.’

 

The first option seemed ordinary and unlikely to have any effect, while the second option seemed like it could be the beginning of an event.

 

Dia chose the second option.

 

“Is it just respect…?”

 

As expected, Khan was taken aback. He wanted to find the meaning behind Dia’s words.

 

“What… do you mean?”

 

And once again, a new choice appeared before Dia.

 

[I don’t just want respect from you. I… you…]

 

[It’s nothing. I misspoke.]

 

With a gleam of interest in Khan’s eyes, Dia quickly chose the first option.

 

“I don’t just want respect from you. I… you…”

 

But Dia had no idea what impact her words would have. So when the notification window appeared above Khan’s head, she was simply amazed and couldn’t predict its consequences.

 

“Khan Heramut” is “amazed” by the player’s words. Affection increased by 1.

 

“Is there anything else you want from me?”

 

Want? Dia awkwardly grinned at Khan’s question.

 

She just said what the system told her to say, and she had no idea how to express anything beyond that. So Dia unintentionally evaded the question.

 

“It’s cold outside. Let’s go in for now.”

 

As she urged him forward, Khan had no choice but to follow behind.

 

But secretly, he pondered. What would have happened if Dia had said what she wanted from him? If it wasn’t just respect she desired.

 

With that thought in mind, Khan shook his head. It was a foolish idea. There was no way she, a mere soldier, would harbor any other feelings for him.

 

Khan erased unnecessary thoughts and focused on the sound of their footsteps.

 

As they reached the palace, the two could meet eyes again. Yet, there was still an inexplicable awkwardness lingering between them.

 

If it hadn’t been for the maid coming down to the first floor to find Dia, the two would have stood there hesitantly for a while.

 

“Miss Dia. A guest has arrived.”

 

“A guest?”

 

Dia was surprised and asked back. A guest at this late hour? Khan also found it suspicious and put his hand on his sword hilt.

 

“Khan, step back.”

 

“Apologies.”

 

Not wanting to cause a scene, Dia restrained Khan. If the visitor had come boldly, they must be a noble of high rank.

 

“Who is it?”

 

“It’s… Ahotep Hitarashis.”

 

Dia’s lips curled up. It was an unexpected guest, but it was a good opportunity to test her luck.

 

It seemed that Dia was not enough as a short-term companion for Ahotep. Surely he wouldn’t have rushed to the palace immediately after the funeral ceremony.

 

“Prepare some hot tea.”

 

Dia smiled slightly towards the reception room.

 

“I’m sure he’ll stay for a while.”

 

* * *

 

Ahotep was waiting for Dia in the reception room.

 

It was a late night approaching midnight, but like all great nobles, he wasn’t concerned about time.

 

He couldn’t forget her expression when they met at the grand banquet. The way she glared at him with her pale face.

 

And he couldn’t forget the scent of red wine emanating from Dia’s skin.

 

She wasn’t the ideal, proud figure, but rather her cute demeanor attracted Ahotep.

 

If he had any mercy, it was solely for Dia. He was sure of it. It was his nature to want to crush her with power.

 

To trample and torment her, to ruin her. If he were to cast her into Duat, would Ahotep himself receive punishment? But such vile thoughts pulled at his groin.

 

At that moment, the footsteps of the two could be heard near the reception room.

 

Ahotep stood up from his chair and prepared to greet Dia. But the first to enter was her guard, Khan.

 

Khan stared silently at Ahotep. It was a bold gaze but also the face of a dog wanting to protect its owner.

 

Dia gently patted Khan’s shoulder and gestured for him to step back.

 

“Nice to see you again, Ahotep.”

 

“Thank you for seeing me.”

 

Both of them maintained a very formal attitude. It was unimaginable dryness for a man and a woman meeting late at night.

 

Ahotep liked it. The reason for their detachment was because they were not yet sure of each other. But this exploration wouldn’t last long.

 

The line drawn on Ahotep’s lips deepened gradually.

 

“Today’s afternoon greeting was not enough, Lady Dia.”

 

Ahotep gently took Dia’s hand.

 

“I will formally introduce myself again.”

 

Ahotep’s lips touched her hand. Dia knew that such a culture did not exist in Hittite.

 

Was it something he learned from the Ranno customs? Or did he simply want to do it? Either way, it was equally strange.

 

“I was once the secretary of Caesar Meskennet. So, I met Lady Dia a long time ago.”

 

It wasn’t surprising that a man who was once the emperor’s secretary became Pinku’s spokesperson.

 

Dia smiled bitterly. It wasn’t just a coincidence that all power was concentrated in his hands. It could also be said to be his skill.

 

“The last time we met was six years ago, so you probably don’t recognize me.”

 

“…If it was six years ago, I would have been at the Kapp.”

 

Dia had never experienced life six years ago, but she guessed most of it.

 

Surely she would have been studying like any other noble child at the Hattusa Kapp.

 

In modern terms, she was a high school student. It was strange and uncomfortable to be seen by a man who knew her when she was so young.

 

“You’ve grown a lot since then.”

 

Ahotep’s eyes narrowed. Dia knew where his gaze was directed, but she pretended not to.

 

Between his sinister lips and intense gaze, he was looking at her large breasts hidden under her tunic.

 

It wasn’t unpleasant to be openly harassed, thanks to Ahotep’s fatally handsome appearance. And the atmosphere that subdued her in an instant.

 

Ahotep had already taken Dia to his territory in his mind, with bold fantasies.

 

“You seem too close.”

 

Dia barely managed to speak. She felt a sense of despair that she might not be able to escape from his deep and dark eyes.

 

“My apologies.”

 

Ahotep obediently stepped back. It seemed he had returned to his official role.

 

Dia led him to the sofa. Finally, the two could start a conversation at a reasonable distance.

 

“The reason for your visit… it doesn’t seem to be just a courtesy call.”

 

Dia couldn’t read Ahotep’s mind. He was a man who tightly closed the gates and thoroughly hid his intentions.

 

On the other hand, Ahotep thought the questioning Dia was cute. A girl the age of his son was trying to surpass him and stand above him. How could she not be adorable?

 

Unfortunately, she had become an obstacle in his path.

 

“I came because of the proposal mentioned in Pinku this morning.”

 

He visited at this late hour because of that? Dia looked at Ahotep with a suspicious gaze. But she couldn’t press him further.

 

She, too, wanted to talk to Ahotep for some reason or another.

 

“Please go on.”

 

“Caesar Meskennet’s harem has been abandoned for almost a month.”

 

“Harem?”

 

“Yes, it’s difficult to dissolve it because of the considerable budget involved, and it’s not easy to get rid of it formally because it’s technically part of the palace.”

 

Dia was taken aback, but she couldn’t show it in front of Ahotep.

 

She had learned from the tutorial that there was a harem here, just like in other countries in the Middle East. But there was a big difference between what she knew and what she heard.

 

Her sister really had a harem. Despite being engaged to Theos.

 

For a moment, Dia had a fleeting memory in her mind.

 

―She had a lover of her own.

 

So why did she say such a thing back then?

 

“The conclusion reached in Pinku is to get them to sign an oath. I hope Lady Dia can help with this.”

 

“What kind of oath?”

 

“To keep the royal secrets and pledge to leave this place on their own accord.”

 

Ahotep’s words were somewhat strange.

 

“Even if they may have access to classified information, are they just going to leave?”

 

It was absurd. Perhaps they held information that ordinary people couldn’t access through Aniya.

 

Ahotep couldn’t be unaware of such facts. This man wasn’t just going to let the harem’s men go.

 

“You can receive generous compensation for keeping secrets.”

 

Dia sensed that Ahotep was lying from his cold attitude.

 

He intended to kill them. As soon as the Aniya Meskennet government left the palace, he would eliminate them all.

 

“There must be another way,” Dia stared at Ahotep.

 

“For example, you could make me a part of your harem,” Dia blurted out recklessly, unable to bear the thought of the men her sister had held dying at Ahotep’s hands. 

 

Ahotep chuckled softly at the tension in the air. Youthful recklessness might be sweet, but it attracted parasites.

 

Dia Meskenet was such a figure in the Hittite court.

 

“I thought you might say that,” Ahotep replied calmly. “In that case, I will postpone the dissolution.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“But we currently lack the funds. Please select only half of the 100 men and provide a list. Unfortunately, the rest will have to leave the palace.”

 

“Understood. I’ll do that… Wait, did you say 100 men?”

 

“Yes, 100 men.”

 

‘My sister has 100 men in her harem…?’

 

That made Ahotep’s statement about the lack of funds seem reasonable. She had thought that harems in other countries typically housed at most 10 or 2 men, but perhaps it was different in the Hittite kingdom.

 

Dia pondered, touching her forehead. Even if they were to select only half, that would still be 50 men.

 

Could she survive in such a harem? Not as a concubine, but as a mistress?

 

‘Encountering unexpected complications.’

 

“Taverna typically manages a harem of over 100 men. King Kaisar was special.”

 

Dia’s father and 12th Taverna, Kaisar Meskenet, had only one concubine, Tawanna. So Dia had mistakenly thought that was normal.

 

However, Anya had 100 concubines. Her head was already pounding.

 

“I’m feeling particularly impressed by my sister,” Dia said.

 

Ahotep chuckled at her words.

 

“It was merely a pretext. The reality wasn’t much.”

 

“…,”

 

At that moment, a maid approached Ahotep to serve tea. Ahotep’s gaze fell momentarily on the table.

 

Dia pretended to admire the tea leaves while subtly touching his wrist.

 

In Hittite tradition, it was customary for lovers to wear matching bracelets. Dia wondered if Ahotep had a lover, given his clean wrist.

 

Then where did Theos come from? She wanted to ask, but couldn’t bring herself to.

 

“….”

 

“Are you curious?” Ahotep asked.

 

Dia’s curiosity was evident. How could she not notice when she was staring at his wrist without even lifting the tea leaves?

 

“Theos is the son conceived while I was in Cappadocia.”

 

“…Excuse me?”

 

She tried not to ask, but her lips eventually parted in astonishment.

 

Ahotep chuckled at her reaction.

 

“I impregnated a teacher.”

 

“And…?”

 

“Unfortunately, she was married.”

 

Dia wished she could turn back time before she looked at Ahotep’s wrist. While Ahotep seemed nonchalant, Dia felt a bit embarrassed.

 

“That… explains a lot.”

 

Dia’s lips stumbled without knowing what to say. Ahotep paused, seeing her like that. For a moment, he had the urge to kiss her.

 

He hadn’t even taken a sip of the tea yet, but he found himself wanting to spend the night like this, continuing their conversation.

 

He felt aroused by her. He wanted to press his cock into her deep cleavage, untouched by clothes. Even if he ejaculated, the smell of semen wouldn’t be noticeable against her ample breasts. He smiled wryly. He wanted to kill her, yet at the same time, he didn’t.

 

“I’ve taken up too much of your time. I should leave now,” Ahotep said regretfully. If he lingered any longer, he might lose control and do something he’d regret. Right now, his desire for power outweighed his desire for women.

 

“Yes, then…”

 

Dia rose from her seat, intending to bid Ahotep farewell. She was tired as well.

 

But before she could do so, an unexpected choice appeared before her.

 

[(Mockingly) Looks like you’re aroused. Can you go home alone?]

 

[(Embarrassed) I thought you’d stay in my room. I’m a little disappointed.]

 

Faced with this alternative, she froze. She had to make a quick decision. But what?

 

‘Ack! At least I have to prevent it from being chosen randomly…!’

 

In the end, she chose the second option.

 

“I thought you’d stay in my room. I’m a little disappointed.”

 

Dia’s cheeks turned slightly red. Was it because of the gentle and soft tone? It sounded so clear, almost seductive.

 

Ahotep’s reaction was immediate. His pupils dilated, his chest puffed out more, and he couldn’t breathe properly.

 

Seeing him like that, Dia took a step back.

 

“A-Ah just leave. I misspoke. I’m tired…”

 

It was a ridiculous excuse, but there weren’t many ways to salvage the situation.

 

“…Really?”

 

Of course, Ahotep didn’t easily buy into Dia’s excuse. He asked quietly, almost as if he took her words as a joke.

 

Dia hesitated for a moment before speaking.

 

“No way. See you next time.”

 

Her voice was firmer than before. Ahotep glanced at her for a moment longer before turning away.

 

“Yes. Until next time.”

 

The maid followed Ahotep out of the archway.

 

Dia sighed deeply as she sat on the sofa. She just hoped it would end as a simple joke.

 

Otherwise, she might never see Ahotep’s face again.

 

Meanwhile, Khan, who had been lurking in the corner, was scrutinizing Dia’s face. It seemed like he was trying to gauge her sincerity.

 

Then, he shifted his gaze to the empty chair opposite him. Where Ahotep had been sitting.

 

Suddenly, Khan’s fist clenched tightly. The blue veins bulged out as if they were about to burst.

 

* * *

 

Alone in her room, Dia leaned back on the bed, relying on her tired body.

 

It had been quite a day. The father of Theos turned out to be her target, Ahotep, and he visited her palace.

 

After that, she herself told Ahotep that she wanted him to stay in her room. How absurd it was.

 

But the weirdest thing was her. Even after such a fierce encounter, the first thing Dia did was check Ahotep’s profile.

 

Target Character Name: Ahotep Hitarashis

 

Origin: Descendant of the Hitarashis family, an Egyptian noble family.

 

Age: 39

 

Height and Weight: 187cm, 80kg

 

Appearance: Black hair. Golden eyes. Light tan skin. Well-built muscles. Looks considerably younger than his age.

 

Relationship with the Player: Eternal enemy

 

Dia was surprised to see Ahotep’s age. He was 39 years old. Yet he already had a grown-up son who looked just like him.

 

Like father, like son. The reason Theos was so handsome must have been because of those Ahotep genes.

 

Especially the original Ahotep had a stronger mix of Egyptian lineage, making his prominent features both sensual and mysterious.

 

Dia’s heart began to race. It was the first time she had seen her father’s character in a dating simulation. And he was perfect in both physique and face.

 

Good-looking men are pleasant to look at and pleasant to eat.

 

She decided to cherish and save Ahotep’s capture.

 

Affection Level: 0 (Neither like nor dislike)

 

Obsession Level: 22 (Curiosity)

 

Narrative Progress: 5%

 

It was the strategy character status window that appeared when she scrolled down. Although her affection level didn’t increase, thanks to her choices, her obsession level went up. Curiosity. Dia was satisfied with that.

 

After all, it was just a common route.

 

Finally, she headed for the scroll with the most important information.

 

Disposition: Attachment

 

Dia’s eyebrows twitched upward. The counterpart was not only someone who had made her the target of soldiers but also someone who blatantly ogled at her chest.

 

Despite appearing gentlemanly on the surface, he was someone who didn’t hesitate to do vulgar things behind her back.

 

But his disposition was ‘attachment’. Not a terrifying setting like obsession or possessiveness.

 

“It’s unimaginable…”

 

Dia couldn’t imagine him acting affectionately towards her. This was too easy of a setup…

 

Genital Features: Very thick natural foreskin. The prepuce is also thick, and the glans is large and wide, so it won’t go in at once. Inserting it at once could cause a hemorrhagic event. However, the prepuce is soft and stimulates the inner walls in various ways, making it very pleasurable.

 

“…Not this.”

 

Dia let out an unusually long and heavy sigh at the description of a hemorrhagic event.

 

“Should I trash the strategy guide…?”

 

For a moment, just a moment, she had that thought. But soon the phrase ‘2% of revenue’ floated in her mind.

 

This game was going to be a hit as soon as it was released. It was her own intuition built over years of writing strategy guides. Therefore, 2% of revenue would be an amount she couldn’t easily touch in her life.

 

“Let’s cheer up.”

 

The conclusion was already there. She would do her best in the game for the sake of the real world, and she would seduce the strategy character with all her heart.

 

But it seemed unlikely that she would get a deep sleep tonight.

 

Dia couldn’t sleep because she was curious about Ahotep’s lower body situation.

 

“Just how thick is it?”

 

Was the glans the size of a person’s fist?

 

That night, in Dia’s dreams, a swollen and bright red glans appeared like an inflated rubber glove.

 

She had to wake up screaming until dawn and then fall asleep again, repeating the cycle.