“Are you saying that a barbarian’s request cannot be granted?” Kayan sneered, glancing at his empty goblet. There was no one to save his target, the good princess Ihedia. Ihedia paced calmly and tipped her flask. “What are you… doing?” The cold liquor soaked the back of Kayan’s hand and dripped to the floor. Ihedia was undaunted by Kayan’s glare. But by royal decree, Ihedia must serve as Kayan’s night maid. “I’m not feeling very excited right now. Shouldn’t the good Princess show some sincerity?” “…….” “Why don’t you take off your own clothes and do some tricks?” Kayan’s brilliant smile shone like the devil’s.