Morris first met Elvira on a summer day three years ago.
At that time, he rejected the passionate confession of Elvira, who was a princess. The reason, of course, was that even though they hadn’t known each other long, Elvira’s domineering, cruel, and willful nature was all too clear.
For a peerless villainess with flawless looks but a terrible personality, Morris didn’t even want to be around her, let alone become her husband.
As expected, Elvira’s face changed instantly after being rejected on the spot.
After all, from her perspective, she lacked nothing—beauty, status, wealth—only a spouse to match her heart’s desire.
She had turned down countless men who confessed to her. Someone as perfect as her deserved a flawless man as her partner; ordinary handsome men or warriors simply didn’t interest her.
It could be said she was extremely picky about men, and after finally having her heart moved for once, Morris utterly defeated her.
How could she not be angry and resentful?
That very night, she even wanted to send people to tie up the sleeping Morris in his inn and drag him back to torment him, making him regret refusing her confession.
She just didn’t expect that Morris, being a step ahead, didn’t wait for night to fall at all—he simply abandoned his original travel plans and fled.
After that, Morris left the country where Elvira resided and went to the neighboring Fastar Kingdom, where he met the Princess of Fastar—a woman whose beauty rivaled Elvira’s, but who possessed the virtues Elvira lacked.
He also met colleagues who were equally drawn to the Princess of Fastar.
Morris loved that atmosphere so much that he stayed by the Princess of Fastar’s side, officially becoming a Knight of Fastar, and later helped her ascend to the throne as the new Queen of Fastar.
Seeing the noble queen and his upright colleagues, Morris was thoroughly convinced that rejecting Elvira’s love had been the right decision.
Granted, becoming the princess’s husband would have meant giving up work and living a life of leisure as a kept man.
But becoming a revered Saint Knight and marrying a gentle and virtuous wife was clearly a happier life.
What Morris didn’t expect was that one day, he accidentally witnessed that dignified and holy queen tying herself up, fantasizing about scenarios in which she was defeated.
Morris could never forget the awkwardness when their eyes met in that moment.
The good news was, Morris didn’t have to worry about being executed for seeing the queen’s secret side.
The bad news was, the queen requested his assistance to relieve her mental fatigue—turning her solo game into a game for two.
Actually, even at this point, Morris didn’t plan to run away.
After all, now that he and the queen had developed a relationship where they were ruler and subject by day, and master and servant by night—
If he worked hard, he still had a chance to become the queen’s official lover, or even her husband, becoming the Prince Consort.
All he needed was enough merit and recognition from others.
The problem was, not long after, the female colleagues who had kept a respectful distance from him suddenly started getting much closer.
It was as if, sensing their favorite prey was about to be snatched away by other fierce beasts, they too turned into wild beasts.
Although none of them confessed to him, their advances grew ever more fierce and extreme.
Morris realized that if things went on like this, not only would he not get to live the life he wanted, but he might even trigger a huge commotion—possibly plunging the entire country into chaos.
For the sake of the kingdom’s stability and his own future, Morris suddenly thought of Elvira—the neighboring queen, already dissatisfied with him, now even more resentful since he had pledged himself to another queen.
Elvira, with her even more extreme villainess personality, had the ability to imprison him, letting others gradually forget about the Knight of Fastar who might endanger the whole kingdom.
Even if news of his captivity leaked, Elvira had the means to prevent them from forcefully taking him away.
While turning himself in would come at a price—his body and dignity—it was still far better than the current situation.
So, even knowing that the recent mission to subdue Demonic Beasts might be a trap, he deliberately walked into Elvira’s carefully laid snare.
In fact, the four mysterious individuals who appeared yesterday were none other than Elvira and her three Female Subordinates.
After Elvira summoned demons to exhaust Morris’s strength, she stood by and watched as her three Female Subordinates besieged him.
In the end, by being defeated and captured, he managed to escape the hands of those dangerous former colleagues.
Though his plan to become the queen’s husband through distinguished service had fallen apart—
His disappearance at least prevented internal conflict among Fastar’s high officials, which was a considerable achievement.
If people from the Holy Church knew the full story, they would surely praise him as worthy of the title of Saint Knight.
People always said Morris was a melancholy, handsome knight—could he not be, given the circumstances?
Now, Morris had already solved the root of Fastar’s unrest.
Next, he would have to abandon his previous plans for life and begin his days as Elvira’s captive—for who knows how long.
“…Even so, that woman Elvira will definitely torment me ruthlessly tonight. Will she use the Enchanted Whip, or maybe the Magic Potion…? Whatever it is, she’s bound to trample my dignity and pride. Sigh, it’s still a situation that makes one want to sigh,” he muttered.
Gazing at the Great Bed in Elvira’s bedchamber—large enough for several people—the melancholy knight Morris couldn’t help but sigh again.
Elvira was not only an extremely willful and tyrannical villainess queen, but also a witch of formidable magic power.
She was highly skilled in Magic, Enchantment, Alchemy, Summoning, Sealing, and more.
Her title as the ‘Nightmare Witch’ spoke volumes about her fearsome reputation.
If she truly wished, she could use Brainwashing to make Morris fall madly in love with her—it wasn’t impossible.
She just chose not to.
That much, Morris understood well.
She would surely, while allowing Morris to retain his sense of self, thoroughly humiliate him to vent her own anger and resentment over being rejected.
But at this point, all Morris could do was face it head-on, enduring with a body and will of steel.
As for just giving in, admitting fault, and accepting Elvira’s love in exchange for wealth and luxury?
That was impossible. He’d already rejected Elvira once. The Elvira now was filled with hatred—if she didn’t kill him outright, that was already merciful.
Besides, he was never going to bow down to a villainess.
“…Forget it, I’ll just take things as they come. No matter what, things can’t get worse than they are now.”
Morris sighed helplessly as he walked over to the Bookcase in Elvira’s room, intending to pick out a book to pass the time, waiting for the Witch Queen Elvira to return at night for her ‘Revenge’ and ‘Training’.
What Morris didn’t know was that he had merely jumped from one Magic Dungeon into another.
After all, Elvira wasn’t the only dangerous villainess in this country…