[BL] Affectionate Alpha Prince Loves Me So Much - MTL

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Carl Lindbergh apologized to Adrian even as he buried his face in the fishy beast's fur several times.

What Carl Lindbergh did was very bad for Adrian.

It's as bad as saying openly that you don't need a lover who will protect you no matter what.

'But, I only know this. Because you're hurt and hurt, and your people you're supposed to protect are injured and in pain, I hate it more than hurting you right now.'

I didn't want to accompany Adrian, who might be in danger, on the way, as he was openly saying that he should have met Parman anyway, and that he would only save you and face him.

The past life where you lost loved ones right in front of your eyes over and over again, and because you are so pitiful and sorry for you, you have created a new fantasy-like life asking you to live and receive plenty of love even here.

There shouldn't be another loved one getting hurt or dying here.

still.

Adrian's final expression and scream still lingered around and stung his chest.

"Ah, Mr. I'm not crying before a big event."

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Even if it wasn't imprinted, Adrian was an affectionate partner for Carl from the beginning, but after imprinting, he was too lovable.

'That's why I can protect you.'

Nevertheless, when tears were about to fall from the corners of his eyes, which were moist with rising emotions, he made a popping sound and stuck his nose into the back of the demon beast.

Carl Lindbergh, who had been stretched out as if he was dead, straightened his upper body slightly and pinched his nose.

"Sifal, your nose hurts."

Thanks to you, my mind has been lifted.

What do you want to hear? Carl Lindbergh bulged his eyeballs and swore at ease.

There was no one here to look good, so I was going to go out like a mad dog.

The magic beasts seemed to care not whether his nose was broken or not, running on two legs, sometimes on all fours, and only checking if Carl Lindbergh was alive or dead.

The number of floors increased and the brain rattled from the uncontrolled shaking of the head, causing motion sickness, but Carl Lindbergh did not mind.

If you want to go out and get scolded and do anything to free Adrian's heart, you have to get out of here with a healthy mind and body.

Kreuk, Kreuk.

"What are you staring at? annoying."

A bizarre creature with eyes protruding this much, skinny, but with forearms as thick as muscles attached, came closer as if it were about to eat a knife, then stopped.

Pom seemed to be paying attention as he rolled his eyes and glanced inwards.

'The owner listens amazingly well. Come to think of it, the Parman magic crystal I used last time followed the order exactly. It's cheap, but it doesn't last long.'

If being able to tame a beast like this was an achievement, it would have been great. However, it was a problem because its purpose was clearly biased towards malice.

Passing through the door covered with indistinguishable patterns, the Witchbeast tossed Carl Lindbergh into the room and slammed the door shut.

With a huge hole in the middle, which was probably a banquet hall, Carl Lindbergh was narrowly straddled near the hole.