Sold to a Prince!

"You don't have to try so hard. In fact, it's better for you if you didn't try so hard," Mikel muttered, his eyes lingering on the woman's slender body, the flexibility of which made him want to do things to her.

Sylvia quickly balanced herself and stood up, rearranging her clothes that had gone astray. Her eyes shot daggers at the person who had disturbed her.

"Why is that, your highness? Do you prefer your women weak?" She asked, her temper flaring up at the man as she remembered where he had just been.

Mikel chuckled at her response and leaned back casually to rest against the window. He didn't seem bothered at all at her little outburst.

"Since when did you become my woman?" He added, his lips quirking upwards.

The girl's face instantly flushed red in embarrassment and she lowered her head to hide it. Her long eyelashes were fluttering furiously.

"You're always so cute." Mikel reached out to caress the side of her face, but she flinched and stepped back, not wanting to be touched by him, especially when he smelled like someone else.

She might have acted on an impulse a couple of times and maybe lusted after him another couple of times, but that didn't give him the right to treat her like this.

"Your highness, may I please know how can I help you?" Sylvia bit her lips. "At this time in the night." She then added with a frown, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Mikel gazed at the woman's slender figure which was completely drenched, parts of her body visible through the thin clothing she had worn for training.

He looked away and lightly chuckled. "I heard from Theo that you had asked him for some pointers. So I came to check on my hard-working kitten."

Sylvia silently fumed, as she clenched her fists and muttered. "If that is all..." She bowed, too tired to deal with the devil and his traps.

Mikel narrowed his eyes to look at the trembling girl in amusement, after which he silently turned and walked away. 

"Be sure to stay in the room tomorrow as well. We will be headed out tomorrow night. I will see you then." His voice faded, and he disappeared into his room that was nearby.

Sylvia kicked the door close behind him and shouted in anger, the words that she had swallowed down in his presence. "I am not your damn kitten. Brute! Jerk! Asshole!"

However, she didn't know that the man had heard her nevertheless, and it made him sleep with a smile on his face.

The next day morning, Sylvia once again overslept, too tired and worn out from the previous night's training. 

She had gone to bed soon after Mikel left as her mind was too disturbed and she was unable to focus properly and yet she had again slept all the way until noon.

Sylvia rubbed her eyes and stepped out of the bed groggily when she suddenly noticed something from the corner of her eyes.

Her entire bed was filled with some sort of black and brown gunk, not to mention her body that was also smeared in the same filth.

The whole room smelled terrible as if a dead body was rotting, making her freeze, her face petrified in horror.

"Ahhh!" Sylvia shrieked in a panic, unable to digest her shock. 

She was already wary of Priscella and was walking on eggshells in the villa and now after seeing this, she directly jumped to the conclusion that she was poisoned with something weird.

Theodore was still standing guard outside her door and came rushing in the second he had heard her cry.

However, he too was dumbfounded when he looked at the scene in front of him. "What the hell?" The knight who had always been calm and expressionless up until now suddenly had his eyes widened and his mouth open.

Though he was also in a state of shock, unlike Sylvia, he knew exactly what was going on and he did not panic.

He looked at the black oily filth that covered the bed and had even leaked onto the clean marble floor and the rug on it and shook his head helplessly.

"My Lord, what is it? Have I been poisoned?" Sylvia did not like the look on Theodore's face and asked him again. 

Tell me something, damn it! She wanted to shake the man who seemed to be in his own world, looking at the mess in her room and taking his sweet time!

"No. It's not poison." Theodore finally turned to look at her and shook his head.

"Then what happened?" Sylvia asked in confusion. "Is this a disease?" She had never had such a thing happen to her before in her entire life.

"Umm... " The knight hesitated, as he was at a loss for words, unsure of how to explain the situation to the girl.

"Ah. Please tell me, my Lord" Sylvia pressed him. "What's happening to me?"

Theodore finally noticed the concern in her voice and sighed. "Don't worry, Miss Sylvia. This is nothing to worry about. In fact, this is a very good thing." He added the last part in a low voice.

Sylvia was taken aback and she gulped, as she took another look at the unholy disgusting mess. She really did not understand what he meant.

"This is filth, Miss Sylvia. This is all the filth and impurities that have been expelled from your body."

Unable to believe what she was hearing, Sylvia opened and closed her mouth wordlessly. 

"If I am correct, you trained yesterday night? Circulated mana through your body several times?" Seeing the woman nod to his question with her gaze down, he added. "This is the result of that hard work."

"Your training helped you to expel the impurities hidden deep within your body, in your bone, blood, flesh." 

What he didn't say was that... this was the first time he was seeing such a thing happen with just a single night's training... 

Typically such a result took months or even a couple of years to occur after hard and strenuous training, but she had achieved it in a single night. 

Just what sort of a monstrous talent did she possess???