Aptitude, talent, bloodline, skill...
Anyone strong enough to stand on their own would possess at least one exceptional quality among these.
But for Altrouge Brunestud, who had been revered as a princess from birth, these gifts that ordinary people desperately sought but could never obtain were merely a complete set of congratulatory presents.
That was precisely why, although her appearance was youthful and her figure somewhat immature,
no matter what predicament she encountered, whether she was hunted by the Holy Church or even ambushed by other Dead Apostle Ancestors, Altrouge Brunestud could always maintain her lofty, overbearing demeanor.
Yet now, the girl's flushed face showed not a trace of the nobility and cold detachment befitting the Black Princess.
Still, that could not be helped.
Although she had accumulated considerable experience and knowledge over the years, Altrouge Brunestud was not some innocent little flower who knew nothing of what happened between men and women.
But no matter how much she had seen, the gulf between theory and a first attempt at practice was difficult to erase.
Even women in passionately loving relationships sometimes felt inexplicably ashamed when voluntarily taking off their dresses under a man's burning gaze, let alone Altrouge Brunestud.
"Y-you... you, what exactly did you do?! Why can't I control my body?!"
The Black Princess's voice was wonderfully clear, involuntarily bringing to mind an icy lake, but anyone could hear the extreme fury and bewilderment within it.
"..."
"Stop panting and staring with your eyes shining! You really did tamper with my contract, didn't you?! Your filthy desires are practically spilling out of your eyes!"
Because Altrouge Brunestud's movements were so brisk and efficient, without the slightest shame or hesitation, only a few seconds after she undid her shoulder straps, Roland heard her dress hit the ground.
Although he