He was clad in black armor. He seemed impossibly majestic, if not for the two false limbs attached to his pelvis that stuck out like sore thumbs.

It was Grunt, disguised as Oliver.

Princess Dorothy's chest froze with fear. She struggled to keep a calm expression on her face, but her body could not stop trembling!

How did that fiend find her so quickly?

She was done for.

"Your Highness."

Grunt flashed a smile as he spoke in a comforting tone. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." His eyes flashed with an unreadable glint.

Grunt had been greatly stricken when he had first found out that Darryl had taken Princess Dorothy's purity and that they were to be married as well. He had fallen into a state of utmost grief, swearing that he would never pine for her anymore after that.

However, when he stood face to face with Princess Dorothy, the feelings Grunt had tried so hard to contain had come rushing back to the surface once again.

"I…"

When she sensed Grunt's demeanor, Princes