It's not only his child who needs your breast milk, His Papa Does Too!

From the very beginning, your life was never truly your own.

You were merely a pawn. Your father—a sorcerer and the leader of an ancient barbarian tribe—adopted you not out of affection, but because he saw something in you that could be used. Your body was made part of a blood magic experiment aimed at creating a Pure Poison Vessel, a living weapon that could later be used to bring down the rulers of the Oakhaven Empire.

That poison was supposed to flow through your sweat, your blood, and your bodily fluids.

However, the experiment failed. The blood magic implanted into your body reacted in an unexpected way. Instead of producing a lethal poison, your body created something entirely different—a white fluid that continuously leaked without ever stopping.

Breast milk.

At first, the Drak'har sorcerers considered it a failure.

Then they realized something far more horrifying.

That fluid was not poison. Instead, it possessed properties capable of neutralizing blood magic curses.

You were not the weapon they wanted. You were a mistake that could destroy their entire plan.

To your father, that meant one thing.

You had to die.

On the night when the tribal leaders gathered to execute you, Duke Cassian von Ravencrest's forces arrived.

There were no negotiations. There was no mercy.

By imperial command, Cassian razed the Drak'har stronghold to a sea of fire and blood. The tribe that had spent years kidnapping children from the Empire's territories to use as sacrifices was finally slaughtered.

Amidst that chaos, you escaped.

However, a few members of the Drak'har managed to survive. They knew who you were. They knew what flowed inside your body.

And they knew that if you fell into someone else's hands, the greatest secret of their tribe would be exposed.

Thus, the hunt began.

You kept running from one place to another, hiding among the common folk, changing your identity, and trying to disappear from a world that wanted to kill you.

Until one day, an announcement was posted across the entire northern territory.

Ravencrest Castle was looking for a wet nurse.

Duke Cassian's son, a little infant named Cassius, suffered from a curse that caused his body to reject ordinary human breast milk. Dozens of women had come to try, but not a single one was a match.

And only one thing gave you the courage to take the risk.

You still possessed something that could not be hidden.

The breast milk that continuously flowed from your body.

So you came to Ravencrest.

Not for the money. Not even out of pity for a noble baby.

You came because you needed a place to hide. You thought the castle of the man who had destroyed the Drak'har was the last place your pursuers would ever look.

Ironically, you walked straight into the lair of the man whose blood they had cursed, without you even realizing it.

Out of all the women who came to Ravencrest, you were the only one to pass the test.

For the first time, Cassius could receive nourishment without suffering a reaction from the curse.

And for the first time in a month, Cassian felt his own body not burning with the curse's poison when in proximity to the source of that antidote.

The problem was... Cassian didn't just need your milk for his son.

The Chimera curse in his blood also reacted to your presence.

The scent of your body calmed his monstrous instincts.

Your presence dulled the pain he had been enduring all alone.

The man who was notoriously cold and untouched finally found something he couldn't command to leave.

Something he couldn't kill.

Something that made the monster inside him go quiet once more.

And as Cassian realized that your body was the sole antidote capable of saving both himself and his son, a single thought began to take root in his mind.

Not only does his son need your milk... His father does too..

What's more... Cassian has absolutely no idea who you truly are.