"Disperse! Disperse! Disperse!" The loud voice of someone on the bass porch echoed in the room. The harem could be seen dispersing themselves. Frightened faces could be seen on some of the women. Elena was still staring at the harem women.

"Ayla!" Someone suddenly grabbed her arm roughly. Elena gasped, especially since she was called by a name she had never heard before. Although it had been called by the guard who brought her back to the harem.

"Don't you make any more noise in here!" It turned out that the person who grabbed her arm was a hooded woman with a cynical face.

"Commotion?" Elena frowned. "I didn't do anything!"

The woman led Elena to the corner of the room. Her cynical face seemed to stare at Elena without tenderness. But Elena wasn't afraid, she met the woman's gaze with her own.

"You're almost dead! Don't ever mess up again if you don't want to end up worse than yesterday!" the woman said threateningly.

Elena shook her head vigorously. As if her head was spinning, they were talking about something she didn't know. Elena was sure that there must be something wrong with her. Because the last thing she remembered was her body jumping from the fifth floor of the exhibition building.

The woman pushed Elena, causing her to flinch. Then, the woman stepped away leaving Elena in her reverie and trying to remember something. The woman's back disappeared further behind the door, while Elena continued to remain silent in the corner of the room.

"Ayla!" Someone's call broke her reverie. She saw a young woman with wavy golden brown hair making a small run towards her. She frowned, feeling unfamiliar with the woman.

"Ayla, you're finally alive." Elena's body froze as the young woman embraced her very tightly, while Elena's head was still spinning with the unfamiliar name calling.

"You?" Those were the only words Elena could utter. She couldn't ask questions that would raise suspicion.

The woman released her embrace from Elena's body. She looked intently at Elena's face. "You don't remember who I was after the impact?" The woman asked again, while Elena immediately shook her head slowly, an inducement to find out all the irregularities.

"Poor girl." The young woman immediately grabbed Elena's wrist and led her up to the right step.

Elena sat right next to the blanket and head mat that were lying there. Meanwhile, the woman with golden brown hair picked up a mirror that was next to her headboard. She handed it to Elena.

Elena accepted it hesitantly, but she was also eager to know what had happened to her. She froze when she saw that the face in the reflection was not her. She almost dropped the small mirror she was holding.

She gently stroked her yellowish cheeks. Some parts of the face of the woman in the mirror were almost similar to her, although there were some differences. Her large almond eyes with brown irises with lush lashes, oval face shape, high cheekbones with dimples that made the woman in the mirror so beautiful.

Elena tried to recall the past memories of the woman named Ayla. She didn't know much, only memories related to the torture and humiliation inflicted by some of the harems and guards here.

"Poor woman." Elena muttered softly. "I promise to avenge all your heartaches. Rest easy there. From now on I will be Ayla."

"Ayla, how? You've seen the wounds on your face, right?" The question from the golden-brown-haired woman jolted her. She instantly turned her head towards the woman.

"Yes," Ayla replied. She looked back into the mirror. The wounds in the form of scratches and bruises were blue. There were also traces of dried blood. "I will repay them for what they did to me. Just watch!"

"Ayla, don't do that. They'll beat you up again, you were almost dying that time." The woman insisted on preventing Ayla's intentions.

"Take it easy," Ayla said with a sly smile as she returned the mirror given to her by the tanned-haired woman with rosy cheeks. "I'll make them bend the knee to us, and they won't dare to do anything else."

"Ayla, why are you so different," the woman chided. She looked into Ayla's flashing eyes. It was as if there was a fire burning in her spirit.

"I'm still the same ...." Ayla stopped her speech, of course Elena inside Ayla's body didn't remember her.

"Patra," the woman replied. "How could you forget your best friend's name?"

"Sorry Patra, it's probably because of the impact on my head," Ayla replied.

Their conversation had to stop, as the door to the harem room opened. Someone was seen entering it hurriedly. Ayla glanced over, it was the man she had met at the gate. A middle-aged man in his fur vest.

"Come on! All of you line up and listen to the news I bring!" The sound of the middle-aged man clapping his hands made the women in the harem begin to line up. They were lined up neatly. Even Damaris, the arrogant harem seemed to have come down from the second floor and joined the others.

"What's the info?" Damaris with her haughty face began to descend the steps and stopped right in front of Ayla.

"Later tonight, the palace will hold a dinner banquet. The harems are expected to give an entertaining performance with dances," the man said.

"Popoh, do all the women in the harem have to participate without exception?" Damaris' question seemed ambiguous. "Will she whose face is covered in scars also do it?" Damaris gave a cynical look as if mocking Ayla.

Popoh looked at Ayla who was indeed looking a little pitiful, she still couldn't say anything except to sigh in despair.

"Of course I'll come," Ayla said. "I'll be sure to present a good dance for the princes." A sly grin spread across Ayla's thin, sensual lips.

Damaris gave her a displeased look. She moved back closer to Ayla and raised her right hand and extended it towards the young woman. The look in Ayla's eyes deeply humiliated Damaris. Quick as a flash, Ayla grabbed the hand and pushed it so roughly that Damaris almost fell over.

Ayla strangled Damaris' slender neck, all the harem of face-seekers trying to block Ayla's hands. Meanwhile, Damaris could only painfully hold Ayla's hands to release them.

"Stop you guys! Or I'll twist this neck!" The entire harem moved backwards in disbelief at what Ayla was doing. Very different, the look in her eyes was sharper and stronger, not like before. Like someone had taken over that body.

"A-Ayla, let go!" Popoh, the man in the fur vest stammered at the change in Ayla's attitude. "Don't do that, otherwise the second prince will kill you!"

"Shut up!" Ayla couldn't help the rumbling in her chest. "If the second prince kills me, then this woman must die with me!"

The harem shuddered in horror, Ayla looked more like a demoness than a weak slave. Even Patra covered her mouth with both hands, stifling the soft shriek that escaped from her mouth.

"Ay-Ayla, come to your senses, you better let her go," Patra said.

"I'll let her go! But don't ever mess with me again!" Ayla began to threaten.

"Got it!" Ayla jerked Damaris' body. The look in her blue irises was pleading. Ayla released her grip from Damaris' neck.

The beautiful woman with wavy and luminous blonde hair coughed while clutching her slender neck.

"Go away!" snapped Ayla. "I will not remain silent now! I'm going to get back at you for all you've done to me, remember that!"

"Ayla?" The man in the brown fur vest gaped at the young woman's name.

"Why! You can't take it!" Ayla's voice was in a raised tone.

"Oh no, of course it's fine that you're presenting the dance at the banquet tonight," Popoh said with a wry smile. "Of course, you have to dress up nicely."

After saying that, the middle-aged man called Popoh quickly glided away from the harem room. Ayla glanced at Damaris and her henchmen as they began to climb the steps to the second floor. Two women were seen carrying Damaris' body.

"Ayla, you are very brave, be careful." Patra grabbed Ayla's wrist, while the young woman with brown irises just smiled.

***

Dinner banquet.

In a spacious room, long dining tables were lined up on the right and left sides. Various kinds of menus were lined up on the dining table. Apparently, a banquet dinner was being held that night that was attended by nobles.

On the right side, there were four handsome men dressed in noble style. It looked like they were the crown prince and the princes. The way they were dressed and the seats were quite special.

"Where's third brother?" asked a young man with dark brown hair as he sipped wine from his cup.

"You don't know his behavior, he'd rather be on the battlefield than at a party," replied a more mature-looking young man with golden brown hair.

"Does the crown prince not know? The third prince has returned from the battlefield," the dark brown-haired man said.

"THE THIRD PRINCE IS ENTERING THE BANQUET HALL!" The loud voice of the palace guard echoed throughout the room. All the attention of the nobles in the room turned towards the man with his dark hair tied back, walking dashingly with his gaze focused forward.

Some of the female nobles there looked down, though mesmerized by the man's features. The sword with the ruby-mirror gemstone tip was never far from his waist.

In the Harem room.

"You're beautiful, Ayla," Patra complimented the woman with the dimples.

Ayla smiled, her oval face adorned with pink lip color and her shiny black hair.

"You're beautiful too, Patra," Ayla complimented back.

Patra looked down at Ayla's hair. Then, her hand corrected the position of the red rose petals clipped to Ayla's hair.

"It's prettier this way," Patra said.

Ayla got up from her sitting position. She almost tumbled over, the hem of her cream-colored dress stepping on her own foot as she was about to take a step.

"Ayla, are you okay?" Luckily Patra supported the young woman's arm.

"I'm fine, thank you Patra," said Ayla who then sighed in relief.

Elena's soul that entered Ayla's frail body was not used to wearing clothes that covered her ankles. The modern life she lived, did not make her necessarily like the party life.

Occasionally she would wear a ball gown to infiltrate and seek information. However, she decided to wear a dress with a knee-length mini cut. For her, long clothes are a pain in the ass.

Ayla and Patra began to prepare to leave the harem room. She felt she looked strange. Afraid that the hem of her long dress would be stepped on by her feet, both hands lifted the dress slightly.

BBBRRUUKK!!!

Ayla winced in pain, she almost fell forward. Propped up by her knees, she fell backwards.

"Ooppss, Ma'sorry. If you can't walk gracefully, you'd better not embarrass yourself in front of the princes." The sardonic smiles of Damaris and the other three women were evident in his brown eyes.

His chest rumbled at the sight of the luminous blonde's back.

"Are you okay?" Patra helped Ayla up from her current position.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Ayla replied as she started to stand up.

"Come on, you guys hurry up and get out!" Popoh had already started ordering the harem members who would be performing tonight to enter the banquet hall immediately.

"Let's go," Patra called out.

The six slave women walked out of the harem room down the hall guided by Popoh.

The four who belonged to the princes' favorite harem had already prepared in advance near the banquet hall.

The banquet hall was located in the central palace. It was a few meters away from the harem. Ayla, Patra and the others had to walk out into the palace garden towards the central palace.

Along the way, Ayla, who was Elena, cast her gaze around. The palace garden was overgrown with various kinds of lush trees.

The neatly arranged gravel stones became the road to the palace. The harem was greeted by guards at the palace gate.

Strange to Ayla, she could only gape without blinking her eyes. This was the first time she had seen a real castle. A castle with all its living civilization.

"Ayla!" Patra elbowed Ayla's unfocused arm.

"Yes?" Ayla gasped. She stared at Patra as she knitted her eyebrows together.

"Is there one prince who's going to take a look at us?" An innocent question slipped out of Patra's mouth.

"I don't know, Patra. We shouldn't get our hopes up," Ayla replied lazily.

"Ayla, if we succeed in giving birth to a prince, then we will become concubines," Patra said.

Ayla just rolled her eyes lazily. She didn't expect much from becoming a concubine or queen for one of the princes. Elena who was inside Ayla's body just wanted to return to her world.

Moments later, Ayla heard the whispers of four women in front of the hall gate. They looked happy while laughing softly. She didn't know what they were talking about.

Even one of them, a young woman dressed in a purple silk dress with a beautiful hair ornament was twirling her body, perhaps she was practicing before performing in front of the princes and other nobles.

"Well, who's coming to perform with us?" Damaris was not deterred after her treatment was reciprocated by Ayla. She was still patronizing the harem that the prince had yet to see.

Those blue irises circled and stared at every inch of Ayla's appearance. Tonight, the woman with thin yet sensual lips was only wearing a simple dress typical of a low-level harem.

"May the princes take a look at you," Damaris said with a lopsided smile. "But, let alone princes, the nobles won't even look at you."

After saying that, at the same time the banquet hall gate opened. There was quite a lot of music inside. Sounds such as trumpets, flutes and sounds coming from cowbells.

The main harem entered first. Damaris and the other three favorite women of the prince formed a seductive movement formation. Twisting their slender bodies as they twirled.

It was the turn of the lower-class harem women to enter the hall. Elena in Ayla's body didn't know what to do. She couldn't remember what kind of dance exercises she had learned.

Ayla just tried to keep up with the rest of the harem. Her movements were strange, her body stiff. She even made many wrong moves. Her gaze wandered around. Elena gasped, she really wasn't dreaming.

"Ayla! Ayla your movements are wrong!" Patra half-whispered to remind her.

Ayla tried to turn her head toward Patra, but alas. She could not master her movements.

"Oouuwwggg!" shrieked Ayla, and at the same time there was a thumping sound on the floor. Because the movement was wrong and she could not control herself. Ayla fell down. Right across from where the princes were sitting.

Popoh could only pat his forehead while closing his eyes. He felt he had failed to educate the harem to present an exotic dance at this banquet.

Ayla's brown eyes looked at Damaris who was giggling softly. Mocking the lowly slave's innocent stupidity. Ayla looked at the direction right in front of her. She accidentally saw a glittering, translucent red object.

'Ruby miracle stone!' Ayla squealed inwardly. Then, her brown-eyed gaze crossed with a sharp caramel-colored one.

The princes laughed softly at the incident. But not that man. A man with a flat expression and a gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

Ayla's heart raced. That man, that dashing and handsome man with his dark hair, made Ayla feel as if she was going to go limp. However, she remembered the ruby miracle stone attached to the sword.

Ayla got up, but her gaze could not escape from looking at the man with the piercing gaze. The young woman vowed that she would seduce the man, perhaps one of the princes.

That woman, who was actually Elena, was the clever thief with all the skills. Ayla began to contort her body. However, everyone in the room looked confused.

Ayla's movements were not the usual harem dance moves. Ayla did a mix of flamenco and belly dance.

The twisting of the body, the stomping of the feet in harmony to create a beautiful sound. Occasionally, her hands twisted above her head and to the side.

Occasionally she looked mischievously at the prince with the cold expression on his face. Her delicate eyelashes and thin, sensual lips seemed to tease the prince.

The whole hall sounded boisterous. Their attention was focused solely on Ayla. Popoh widened his eyes, he couldn't believe that a harem girl who was labeled as stupid and weak could be the dance star of tonight's banquet.

Damaris gave him a disapproving look. Her hands were clenched tightly into fists. She was not willing to let Ayla be the star tonight. Yes, that's right, Ayla really was the star tonight.

The third prince, who was famous for being ruthless and sadistic in beheading his enemies, was almost unable to control himself.

As Ayla watched, the man's Adam's apple rose and fell. It was an excellent opportunity for her to play on the prince's emotions.

She continued to play her naughty glances, her thin sensual lips making anyone who saw them want to taste them.

The third prince gasped when someone elbowed his arm.

"She's so sensual, Deniz," whispered a man next to him. "Don't you want her to warm your bed?"

The third prince did not reply to the crown prince's words, only swallowing his saliva with difficulty. Tonight, a slave girl had made him hot and cold.

Deniz gasped as the boisterous sound of applause echoed throughout the hall. The dashing man briefly glanced at Ayla. Her thin, sensual lips teased him again.

Saying nothing, Deniz reached for the sword on the table in front of him. Without saying a word he got up and left his seat.

Ayla could only watch as the broad, solid back slowly moved away.

Ayla could not let her quarry escape. She stood on tiptoe and tugged at the waist of her dress. She ran out of the hall not wanting to lose track of the prince.

"Heh, Ayla! Where are you going!" Popoh's shout fell on deaf ears.

Ayla arrived outside the hall, right in front of the door. The two guards who were standing upright like sturdy pillars, didn't seem to move an inch.

Ayla swiveled her head around, looking down the hall. However, she lost track of the third prince.

"Did you see where that man went?" Ayla ventured to ask the two guards standing tall on either side of the door.

"You mean, Prince Deniz?" One of the guards asked back sarcastically.

"You're just a slave!" the guard exclaimed with one eyebrow raised.

"Just answer my question!" Ayla was no less fierce at the guard's words.

"Let her dream of chasing Prince Deniz," mocked one of the guards on the left side.

There was no point in asking the two guards. Ayla picked up her dress again at the waist. She ran back towards the right side of the hallway.

She remembered that it was the hallway that brought her in from the direction of the palace garden. Ayla ignored all the people shouting for her.

Right now her only focus was the ruby miracle stone. She was sure that the stone on the sword handle was the stone she was looking for.

Ayla was already at the front gate. The two guards standing guard there crossed their spearheads.

"Where are you going?" asked one of the guards in a cold tone.

"Prince ...." Ayla's words stopped there. She looked at the prince who was about five meters away from her.

"You're just a female resident of the harem! What business do you have looking for the prince?" one of the guards exclaimed.

"Of course I have important business with the prince," Ayla whined. "He left something of his behind, I must go after him to return it."

The two guards looked at each other. Digesting the words of the innocent girl in the salem dress. Meanwhile, Ayla glanced at them. There was a sly grin carved on the tip of her thin lips.

"You may leave!" The guard loudly allowed Ayla to leave and put the two crossed spears away.

"Thank you, I'll tell the prince that you did a great job," Ayla said with a sweet smile. Lying to guards was one of her specialties in thievery.

Ayla's breath caught, she had almost lost track of the prince. She was sure that the dashing black-clad figure had passed by the garden.

The slender woman with the ideal body began to go too deep into the palace garden. She stopped right in the middle of the large, shady trees.

"Where is that guy?" Ayla leaned her back against a large tree.

He raised his face and looked up. He could barely see anything in the sky. It was as if neither the stars nor the moon could penetrate the shady trees there.

"Am I lost?" Ayla began to panic. She turned her body around. Her gaze wandered around.

Owls hooted. She moved back when she heard something rustling in the bushes. Her slender yellow-skinned legs were exposed. She lifted the hem of her dress high.

Ayla suddenly shivered, her skin crawling. She had never been like this before. Back in the modern world, the Elena inhabiting Ayla's body had never been this scared in the forest.

"Calm yourself." Ayla tried to comfort herself. Even though fear was running through all her nerves. "Where is that cold prince?"

A flash of black shadow flashed above her head. A figure that seemed to jump from one tree to another. Of course it added a frightening aura to Ayla.

Not thinking for long, Ayla immediately turned her body around to leave the place.

BBRUUKK!

"Aarrgghh!" Ayla forgot that the hem of her long dress was blocking her way. As a result, she fell to the ground covered in green grass.

While grimacing in pain, Ayla started to get back up. The rustling sound started again.

Elena still couldn't use her strength to the fullest. The body of this slave girl named Ayla was quite weak.

Elena suspected that during her life, this one slave had been deliberately given food or drinks containing nerve weakeners or the like.

Ayla was almost dislocated several times. Elena was sure that there was something wrong with the nerves in her legs. Perhaps during her lifetime, the young woman named Ayla had received a lot of physical abuse.

The insect-like legs walked without direction. Ayla was getting deeper into the forest behind the palace. Of course, she did not know about it. She was just trying to get out of there.

The woman with a rose pin in her beautiful wavy hair was getting more and more frantic. Her adrenaline was pumping, making her heart beat so fast.

"Ayla, why are you so stupid!" she cursed to herself.

Ayla walked forward again. If she didn't find a way out, she would have to spend the night in the forest within the palace grounds.

"I can't take it anymore." Ayla crouched down, her legs feeling weak and trembling. The legs she used to walk so far were not hers, but those of a weak woman.

"Back when you were alive, was there nothing you could do for physical exercise?" Elena in Ayla's embodiment cursed.

Ayla returned her gaze to the surroundings. She faintly heard the soft sound of a conversation. Half shuddering, she started to stand up. Her curiosity overcame her fear.

She began to walk slowly, sneaking around just to find the source of the sound. A few meters later, Ayla saw a speck of orange light.

She knitted her eyebrows together, looking confused by the scene in front of her. Ayla ventured a small run to find the source of the light.

"I think I can ask them for help," Ayla muttered in between her steps.

Moments later, he was behind a tree. The leaves blocked his view. She lifted a thin branch that blocked her face.

"That figure!" she squealed as she rounded her small, round eyes and sparkled beautifully.

She saw the back of a man with a towering body. He was dressed all in black with long, dark hair tied back.

Ayla searched around for something to shake off the branches blocking her path. Before she knew it, she had lost the prince.

"Where's the prince?" Ayla looked around, but there was neither the prince nor the black-robed figure she was talking to.

At the same time, Ayla gasped. A dagger was pressed against her neck. The sturdy hand holding the dagger smelled sweet.

"You're an intruder?" A distinctive baritone voice that made Ayla's ears react. The figure's warm breath made Ayla falter.

"Mom-no," Ayla replied while struggling. Her skill in grabbing weapons made the figure gasp slightly.

But unfortunately, Ayla was still not fast enough. The figure twisted her hand gently. She was unable to grab the dagger. Her body staggered backwards.

Just as she was about to fall, the figure supported her slender back. Her brown irises crossed with the figure's caramel irises. Ayla did not blink, it was already difficult to swallow her saliva.