After that bombshell on the ring, where the King, the man she put on a pedestal higher than a skyscraper, totally rocked her world and then dropped a bomb to the our heroine. She thought she was signing up for a fairy tale, but got a plot twist straight out of a daytime soap opera.
Just when Yuki’s ready to write the King off as a total monster, she has to face the reality. The orphanage she’d fight for? It’s now rolling in with plenty of budget, thanks to King. It’s a total head-scratcher. The guy is a walking, talking contradiction. He’s like a fancy chocolate with a mold on the center, you don’t know whether to thank him or spit him out.
So, with a gut full of conflicted feels, Yuki makes a call that’s crazier than a squirrel on an espresso shot: she agrees to let the King train her in the fighting arts. “Whatever,” she grumbles, “I bet you just wanna sex, you horndog.” She’s ready for some major vibes, but plot twist! The King is all business. He’s stricter than a librarian with a migraine, training her with the intensity of a drill sergeant who’s mainlined energy drinks.
