Seventh Guy

I was disturbed by the stranger's gaze. After I helped apply a deep laceration to his leg, he swayed even more. I forced a seductive smile and parted my long red hair. That man had been standing by the window, while I had just woken up from a short sleep. Unknowingly it was early morning. It seemed that the stranger didn't close his eyes for a second, even though I was kind enough to invite him to sleep on the sofa. Don't worry, he won't leave without my knowledge or do anything to me.

Calmly, then I sat on the white bed with daisies patterned which was almost in the middle of my room. The large crystal chandelier hanging above me no longer emitted light. Instead, the moonlight shone from behind the golden curtains mounted on several of the glass windows.

From the first time I saw him, I realized something was wrong with him. That dark brown haired man seemed to be haunting me. Those blue eyes glared at me like they were targeting a fugitive. Sharp and impressive. No stranger would dare to look at me like this.

Seeing the man make an awkward face and turn around, my mind was blown away. I quickly got up from my seat. Yes, he has ruined my deep sleep. It's very strange, since he was stalking me, now I reprimand instead avert my eyes.

I walked slowly and took his hand. He turned to me. Her cheeks reddened when she saw something on my neck. Oh, no. Apparently the cleavage behind the nightgown I was wearing.

All men are the same. They are only interested in my body.

"So this is why you've been watching me all this time?" I asked with a cynical face.

That man slapped my hand roughly. He looked away again, but the corners of his eyes still glanced at me. His cheeks were getting redder and it made me want to tease him. I admit his face is quite classy.

Should I just make him one of my boyfriend? Great idea, Lumina.

There was no answer, I finally touched his cheek. He looked very surprised, but didn't fight me. I started to bring my face closer and smiled sinisterly. "You didn't answer why you came to this place. Could it be that you like me?" I guess, pretty sure.

Everyone loves Hazel— my young sister. He must have snuck in just to get a close look at my sister's face. Unfortunately he met me first and recognized me by the name Hazel. I have to find out who this strange man is trying to get close to my sister. Just watch out if he has evil intentions. Let me test first.

The man's eyebrows were raised very high. It's funny to see his face that looks more and more like a tomato. Without hesitation I brought my lips closer to hers. As the main villainess in Barbaria, I've often kissed a man's lips. It's not much. Usually they are the first to pass it on to me.

Strangely, that man pushed me while covering his mouth with a fist. He stared coldly, like he wanted to kill me. Unlucky. Only this time there is a man who does not want my kiss. Before I could protest, he first grumbled, "W-what are you doing?!"

I chuckled. He asked again, obviously I just wanted to kiss him. "Why all of a sudden?" he asked again, his voice hoarse, slightly panicked.

I had to take a step back and put my hands on my hips, "Didn't you want it while you look at me without blinking?"

Unexpectedly, he pulled the two ends of the collar of my nightgown, covering half of the chest that was visible earlier. Not long after, he turned his face towards the window. Her red face slowly returned to normal. "I noticed... it looks like you're wearing... a reversed robe."

What?!

Impossible.

I hastily lowered my gaze and highlighted the cloth clinging to my skin. Sure enough, I wore the gray velvet cloth that was supposed to have a golden floral motif on it. Only plain cloth with gold threads is seen that is not neat. I was in a hurry to get out of the room, so I put on the wrong robe. This was all because of this man causing chaos in the palace!

"I... purposely wore it like this. New model. Is there a problem?" I replied, trying to be nonchalant. I looked at him arrogantly. Yes, arrogant is my middle name and one of the advantages I have besides being overconfident. Just watch out if he laughs at me.

What a fool, Lumina. In my heart I grumbled. My self-esteem fell.

"Is this related to your illness?"

Oh God. It felt like lightning had struck me, even though there was no sign of rain.

He knows my illness?

This time I shut up. Only the royal family knows that my body is abnormal. At one point I felt my whole body burning until it turned red. My heart was beating really fast, like it was about to explode. Even the best doctors say there is no cure for this rare disease. It was also the disease that made me live the way I am today. Blaspheme as I please, antagonize a lot of people and date almost any man I find attractive. My life was predicted not to be long, so I chose to have fun before death forced me.

Wait, how did he know about my illness?

I looked at that brown haired man with a bitter look. My confidence suddenly collapsed, buried in the ground. "Who said it? What do you know?" I showered him with questions. Of course, plus an unfriendly face.

"Seeing from your aura," the man glared at me and began to speak informally. "The good news is, I know someone who can cure this disease."

Suddenly I was stunned. I thought he was joking, just wanted to trick me. How can he cure me when all the doctors are confused looking for medicine? Suddenly he shifted the hem of his long robe, as if hiding something. At the same time, I noticed that there was a black pattern on the inside of the man's left wrist.

I immediately pulled his fingers and lifted the cloth that covered his hand just now. My eyes widened again when I saw a small black symbol, shaped like a sun and a crescent moon in the center. Sticking a permanent wound tub. If I'm not mistaken, the blade, sun and moon are symbols of the magic kingdom of Albatraz. If he really came from there, why did he look like an ordinary human? His hair and eye color was not as bright as a magician in general. Yes, many say that witches are synonymous with bright golden, gray or light green irises.

Besides, how did he get here? Isn't the border area very tightly guarded?

"Don't get me wrong, I'm an ordinary person who has lived in Albatraz. I have many wizard acquaintances there who might be able to help you," he said again, as if he could read my mind. He quickly took his hand back.

Wait. Why not think of asking a magician for help? But there's no way they would want to help either. Besides, it's too late to save me now, because I'm already labeled as a woman with no morals. Yes, everyone hates me and calls me crazy. There is no more authority as a princess.

"Unfortunately... they can't use magic in this place." The man re-awakened me with his trademark voice. "It's good if you get rid of the magic barrier here."

I swallowed quickly. Barbaria is in the process of making the best anti-magic. They hope that this area will be spared from magical attacks or visits by witches, but I don't think that man also knows the secret. Suspicious. Was someone orders him?

"But first, I have to get out of here," he continued, louder this time. His jaw seemed to harden a little.

Ha! Seriously?!

He made me want to laugh. Does he think he can trick me? Making up a lie, then running away from here? There must be some purpose in coming tonight. I also developed a sly smile. I can't help but have to kill him for knowing my big secret, but before that, I have to dig up some information first.

"Not that easy. You've become one of my lovers since you set foot in this room." I flashed a haughty smile. Seems like he really doesn't know what nicknames are attached to me. One of them is the Mad Princess who likes to play with men. Heartbreaker. Honestly, I like that term the most. Many of them don't understand that the first rule of being a heartbreaker is to have fun. Sufficiently. Then dump. Immediately.

Fun job, right?

I also widen my grin. At the same time, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, "A lover? What are you talking about-"

"I'll call you Seven, because you are the seventh man to have stayed the night in my room."

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