"S-such humiliation!?"
A small boy—Vyerin, to be exact—groaned, slumping against a tree.
He sat down awkwardly, one hand clutching his sore backside while his face twisted in both pain and anger.
The memory of what had just happened made his teeth clench.
He couldn't believe he had been treated like that—by her, of all people.
"I will kill you, Deventhia!" he hissed under his breath.
His royal pride burned like a flame inside him.
Deventhia was someone from his past—someone he thought he had left behind long ago.
At the age of 12, he had brainwashed her for fun, turning her into a villainess who bullied noblewomen at his command.
He'd moved on from her once he became a prince, never thinking of her again.
But now, so many years later, she was back, and she had humiliated him in the worst way possible—slapping the shit out of his butt.
Seven years ago, his life had taken a terrible turn.
