After transmigrating into a Western fantasy world as a prince who had been forced off the throne, Hill only wanted to coast through life on the blessings of the goddess. But his unprincipled younger brother didn't stop at taking his throne. He also sent him to the front lines as a medic.
But after Hill accidentally saved the princess of an enemy kingdom, things began to take a strange turn.
"When you treated my wounds back then, you really were just treating me, right? You didn't have any improper intentions?"
Faced with the suspicious look in the enemy princess's eyes, Hill put on an air of righteous innocence.
"I swear, I was only treating you. I definitely wasn't enjoying the feel of it!"
"Oh, really? I believe you. But how do you explain the way you treated my older sister? You already had me by then."
As Lafshini's gaze darkened and a possessive smile spread across her face, Hill instinctively backed away.
"I was only treating her! Besides, we'd only just met back then."
As Hill tried to explain, Lafshini reached out and pinned him in a corner, then lowered her head and gently bit his earlobe.
"Oh, is that so? Then what about treating the elf sage and the church's saint? We'd known each other for a long time by then, hadn't we?"
"I can explain that."
