His Darling Rogue |18+ (His Darling Series #3)

Chapter 1

"Get the impostor!"

Still dressed in man's clothes, the woman fled after helping the slaves escape from the temple. She was quick to speed her pace.

"Ha..!" She heaved heavy breathes.

Her long dark hair fluttered in the air as she ran through the large hall. With droplets of sweat running down her forehead, the woman did not hesitate to fasten her pace.

In attempt to lose the knights, she took a sharp turn. She wasted no time activating a teleportation scroll, tearing the paper in two. And with that, her body was immediately engulfed by a bright blinding light.

In a hurry, the woman did not have a chance to settle a proper location for the teleportation scroll to move to. And as a result, she was teleportated into one of the rooms in the temple. But she, however, did not know which one she arrived to.

Just as the light that engulfed her body dispersed, a new surrounding greets her sight.

"Hahh!" She quietly fell to the floor, heaving small breaths.

'Of all times..! Why did the potion wear off!' The woman thought in annoyance, for her disguise was now uncovered.

She rose to her feet and looked at the room. The woman almost coughed in suprise.

'Goodness.'

Though it must have been because she was in a hurry to escape the temple knights. The woman cursed at herself for arriving in that very room, of all the other places she could have been to.

It was the bed chambers of the two-faced saintess that she greatly disliked.

'Sometimes, fate is awful.'

"Ugh..."

After standing up, the woman was met with a pair of glowing brown eyes. Her tensed body calmed as she realized that it was not the saintess, but a boy in late teens.

His lifeless eyes bore into hers as she found the familiar figure of the saintess on the bed, sleeping beside the boy, both unclothed.

Her face twisted at the sight.

She knew that the saintess was wretched inside and out, but she didn't expect the saintess to have a young slave who had not even reached adulthood, be used for her twisted pleasure.

'What a dirty and sick minded wench...'

"Ah..."

The boy was slim and frail, for what seems like a strong wind could break him. His eyes was evidently void, along with the wounds and scars that covered the fair skin of his body.

It was not a pleasant sight to see. But despite his current state, his face did not hide the radiance of his beauty.

He was very fair with a silky hair, close to the color of snow. He looked rather unreal and ethereal. 'Like a winter nymph.' She thought.

It made her wonder if the saintess kept the boy solely because of his looks.

"Shh."

She held her finger to her lips, motioning the boy to remain silent as she neared the bed. She stood in front of the sleeping saintess and pulled out a dagger.

His eyes widened. To say, he did not expect her to take out a weapon. But upon his expectations, the woman held the dagger backwards before raising it above the sleeping saintess' head.

The boy flinched as the woman struck the head of the saintess in just a split second.

Crack

It was faintly heard. She couldn't help but smile upon hearing the sound.