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Agnes stared into the mirror, her hands working diligently as she applied makeup.
With each stroke, the disciplined neatness of a knight faded away. But she didn't care.
If changing her appearance could make Dayke see her differently—if it could sway his heart—then it was worth it.
"…"
She shaded her eyes, trying to create a more glamorous look.
She colored her lips, hoping they would catch his attention.
She sprayed perfume onto her skin. The usual scent of metal and sweat was gone, replaced by something soft and fragrant. She hoped he would notice and see that she was no longer the same person.
'…This too.'
She loosened her long hair, which had always been tied back.
At one point, she had considered cutting it short, like a human man's. It was always in the way during combat. But Princess Iril had stopped her.
Looking back, Agnes was thankful she hadn't gone through with it.
Now that her face and hairstyle were different, it was time to change her clothes.
She stripped off her daily uniform and undergarments—simple and practical, never meant to be attractive—and walked over to the closet.
In the far corner hung a dress.
It was a gift from Queen Nermedia. She had once said that even a knight should own at least one proper outfit beyond armor.
If the queen ever found out that Agnes was wearing it now, trying to seduce a human, she would be furious. But Agnes didn't care.
Because her only remaining path was to leave the kingdom with Dayke.
'…It's okay.'
She slipped into the dress and looked at herself in the mirror. The reflection felt unfamiliar, almost like a stranger.
Even after putting in so much effort, she couldn't tell if she looked beautiful. Her heart pounded with anxiety.
'No—I can do this. I have to.'
She repeated the thought to herself, took a deep breath, and hurried out of the room.
Her inexperience with makeup had slowed her down, and she feared that if she delayed any longer, she would miss her chance forever.
'Please… Please…'
As she walked to Dayke's room, she prayed not to run into anyone.
Reality, however, was not so kind.
"Ah…"
One of her subordinates appeared in the hallway and froze upon seeing her.
The elf's eyes widened in shock and darted all over Agnes—from her face to her body—unable to believe what she was seeing.
Without a word, the subordinate quickly bowed her head, then turned and disappeared as if running away.
Shame weighed heavily on Agnes as she stood alone in the hallway.
'What did she think when she saw me?'
Now that her secret was exposed, the rumors would spread quickly.
Her fellow knights, the sisters she once trusted, would soon know everything. Disappointment would turn to betrayal. They would be disillusioned with her.
Self-loathing surged within her again, threatening to break what little strength she had left.
But even so, she kept walking.
Because now, in this entire land, there was only one person who might still accept the fallen dark elf.
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[MC POV]
It had been almost two hours since Agnes left the room.
I was still waiting quietly when a faint knock echoed through the silence.
—Ah, Alvin… Can I come in for a moment? I have something I need to say.
As I expected, I was the only person she had left to turn to.
She must have been sitting outside this whole time, wondering what to do. In the end, she came to the only conclusion available to her.
Two hours was a long time to hesitate—but the fact that she returned was what truly mattered.
"Why did you come back?" I asked.
Gripping the handle, I opened the door as if I had no idea who was waiting.
"Agnes…?"
My eyes widened the moment I saw her.
She stood in the hallway looking completely different.
Her long black hair, usually tied back, now fell freely over her shoulders. Her eyes and lips were tinted in darker tones, adding an unfamiliar femininity to her usual appearance.
But what stood out even more was the dress.
It was bright red—vivid like the sunset or the color on her lips.
The fabric was thin and clung tightly to her bronzed skin, revealing the elegant curves of her figure. It caught my eye in a way I never would have expected from her.
"What… happened?" I asked.
"That is…"
Agnes couldn't meet my eyes. Her hands were clasped awkwardly behind her back, as though she didn't know what to do with them.
'Was this her way of trying to win me over?'
I had expected her to come back crying, more desperate than before. I never imagined she would go this far or make this kind of effort.
After hesitating for a moment, she finally began to speak while I continued to look at her in silence.
"I heard that human women often dress up to… seduce men. So…"
She quickly waved her hand as if flustered by her own words.
"Well—it's not like I think I can tempt you or anything! I just thought… maybe if I made myself look different… If I tried this, you might look at me again…"
To be honest, her effort had worked.
For someone who had once looked down on humans, she was now borrowing their ways just to try to win one over.
I already knew from the app that her corruption status had reached the stage of obedience, but seeing her do this with my own eyes stirred a strange sense of pride in me.
Still, I didn't show it. I turned and walked back to the bed, sitting down without a word.
"Come in," I said.
"…Thanks."
She entered slowly, closed the door behind her, and stood there watching me.
She seemed much calmer now. Whatever emotions had overwhelmed her earlier, she had managed to bury them for the moment.
As I watched in silence, she looked down at her feet and spoke with effort.
"Alvin…"
"Call me Dayke. I like that name better now."
"…Dayke. I know I've committed an unforgivable sin. I know I can't be forgiven, not after taking your life."
"…"
"Still… I want to ask. Even if it's shameless, even if I don't deserve it—could you give me a chance?"
Her voice was filled with sincerity. I didn't have to guess… the app had already told me how dependent she had become.
But even so, I wanted to hear it from her own lips. I wanted to test her.
"If you're being forced to leave the kingdom, you could survive alone somewhere. Live in hiding. Why come back to me?"
"I… I don't have the strength to live alone."
She paused after that, then spoke again.
"The reason I looked down on humans… maybe it was because I was afraid."
Afraid of what might be inside me.
"I was scared that I might be no different from the dark elves who gave in to their nature. I wanted to believe I was above them—and above humans too. That's why I kept my distance."
"…"
"But because of that… I committed a terrible sin," Agnes said, her voice trembling.
"I looked down on innocent people. I hated them. And in the end… I even killed you."
She took a breath, but her next words came out more bitterly.
"I used to call it karma. But it wasn't that. The truth is… I was always like this. I just didn't realize it."
"One day, because of the darkness inside me… I was bound to lose everything."
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, breaking through the emotional control she had tried so hard to maintain.
"Ugh… I feel so pathetic. So stupid. I can't stand myself like this."
"If no one's by my side… I feel like I'd rather just cut off my own head."
"But…"
She paused, her voice softening as raw emotion broke through.
"But even so… I want to be held by you."
"I want to feel safe in your arms. I want to believe—just for a little while—that someone understands me. That it's okay to let go. That I'm not alone."
Her amber eyes, which had been fixed on the floor, finally rose to meet mine.
Then, more composed but with deeper desperation, she pleaded:
"Please, Dayke. I don't care how you treat me. Just let me stay with you."
"I will follow you—only you—for the rest of my life."
Her voice trembled slightly as she asked, eyes filled with quiet sorrow:
"Will you really let me stay? Will you truly listen to me… for the rest of your life?"
"Yes," I replied, "as long as you never leave my side."
"Then…" I looked into her eyes, voice turning colder, "Will you stand against the other elves in the castle? Will you betray them?"
Agnes blinked, clearly startled by the question.
"By the other elves… do you mean the ones who once agreed to kill you? Even the queen…?"
I gave a single, firm nod.
She didn't need long to answer.
"…I can't go back to how things were. Not after everything."
"Even if they change their minds now, I've already earned their hatred by being with you. That's my fault. My burden. I don't have the right to stop you."
"But still… are you really going to fight the kingdom? Can you handle that alone?"
"We'll manage somehow. You don't have to worry about that."
Agnes hesitated, then asked in a low voice, "Then… are you really accepting me?"
By now, I could already feel the sincerity in her heart.
She wasn't just remorseful. She understood what she had done.
She no longer blamed me. She didn't justify her actions. Instead, she looked inward and admitted her own fault.
She wasn't the same person anymore.
Of course, that didn't mean I had completely forgiven her. The memory of the day she stabbed me—of falling off that cliff—still ached inside.
But that hateful, closed-off elf was gone.
Now, only the gentle woman remained—the one who clung to me as if I were her last hope.
Maybe I could accept her apology.
At the very least… I could test her sincerity.
"Well, I'm still not sure how serious you really are," I said, leaning back slightly.
"That can't be…!" she gasped.
"So," I said, meeting her gaze with steady eyes, "show me tonight how serious you are."
Agnes, who was devastated, understood the hidden meaning of my words and looked at my crotch.
"…I understand. I will definitely satisfy you. Ugh…♥"
A moan escaped from her mouth as she made a promise. I also got closer and grabbed one of her breasts.
But no matter how thin the dress was, I felt the warmth and softness of her tits vividly.
"Are you not wearing any bra?"
"I thought you would like it better when I don't wear it…"
I was getting excited thinking about how the heavy makeup, hairstyle, clothes, and even the scent of perfume that gently tickles my nose were all carefully chosen to grab my attention.
As I continued massaging her nipples with my fingers, the nipples that had long since become accustomed to my touch revealed their presence on the thin cloth.
"Dayke…??"
Even though she said he would satisfy me, she gave me an expectant look with just a slight touch.
I could sense the dark elf's instinctive craving for pleasure, but I released my hand and took a step back.
"First, I want to receive a sincere apology from the elf."
"Are you saying doggeza sincere apology?"
There were several things that struck me after falling into Elora, and one of them was the elf's idea of a sincere apology.
That was the act of taking off all the clothes you were wearing, folding them properly, and kneeling down on the floor to ask for forgiveness.
What was called naked doggeza in vulgar language also existed in the world of elves.
"…I get it."
Her answer came quickly.Although it was a humiliating act that lowered her own dignity, Agnes was desperate to earn my trust.
She took off the red dress she was wearing and folded it neatly on the ground, then moved slightly to the side and lowered her body to the floor.
She then took a polite posture of kneeling and lowering her upper body all the way down.
Meanwhile, looking at her thin, solid waistline and bulging ass, I was sure that her body was made to be fucked by me.
"I apologize with all my sincerity. Please forgive me..."
The anger from the past had already faded considerably, so her apology didn't have much impact on me.
For a moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, as if I had finally achieved something. Soon after, my masculine instinct to play with her body stirred within me.
"Stay still!!"
"…"
"You're apologizing right now, so no matter what happens, you're not allowed to move or make a sound. You know what I mean?"
"…"
Agnes immediately closed her mouth as instructed, and I silently moved behind her.
'How much can a sensitive dark elf body endure?'
To answer that question, I pushed my finger into the gap between her pussy as she lay face down in submission.