TVEWD 51

Cancher’s royal palace, inside the garden built by Lycaon for his older brother, was swept by winds as sharp as blades.

King Laurel’s body floated in midair, trembling weakly like a puppet with its strings cut.

But from his mouth, a deep growl that sounded like an animal’s roar repeatedly escaped, and his wide-open eyes gleamed monstrously.

Lycaon, who had cast a magic spell to restrain Laurel, approached with heavy steps and reached out.

Dark red blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

“Damn it.”

“Your Majesty!”

Jed, standing a little apart, shouted with a surprised face, but Lycaon raised a hand to prevent him from coming closer.

“Stay there, Jed.”

“You shouldn’t overexert yourself. Have you forgotten Lady Resa’s advice?”

“I know, so be quiet.”

Lycaon’s gaze remained fixed on Laurel.

His deep violet eyes shimmered with an eerie light.

To subdue Laurel’s raging magic, Lycaon had to channel his own magic into him to cut the connection.

Ugh…!

At that moment, Laurel, who had been quiet, began to thrash and twist his body.

“My magic actually conflicts with His Majesty the Emperor’s, so it only causes clashes.”

Lycaon, maintaining a calm expression, spoke in a voice so low it was hardly audible.

“It’s not good for His Majesty the Emperor to get further agitated, so I must put him to sleep now.”

He cast a sleep spell on Laurel, who was just about to wake up.

But even that didn’t work properly, and he had to try several times.

Laurel, whose wrists and ankles were strangely bent and who was making odd noises, finally calmed down.

Lycaon closed his eyes briefly, feeling a terrible dizziness, then opened them again.

As Fresa had warned, the more he used magic, the faster the remaining dragon poison spread throughout his body.

If only it weren’t for that accursed dragon poison, he wouldn’t be struggling so much.

Thanks to Fresa’s medicine, his condition had improved somewhat, but the dragon’s toxin remained a dreadful curse, still tormenting him.

‘The symptoms are worsening, which is troublesome.’

But if it became known that Laurel was suffering from magic poisoning, it would cause various problems, so Lycaon had no choice but to handle it himself.

After taking a few deep breaths, Lycaon sat heavily in a chair and gazed down at Laurel lying on the soft grass.

His poor brother looked as peaceful as if he had never caused any of this chaos.

Lycaon brushed back his sweat-drenched hair, letting out a sigh.

‘Duke, have you recently seen His Majesty the Emperor?’

The voice of Iris Oren, the daughter of Marquis Oren, whom he had met at the dessert cafe during his visit to Fresa and the Empire, came back to him.

‘His Majesty the Emperor has… changed somehow. Now, Your Majesty needs Duke Lycaon.’

Iris Oren was Laurel’s fiancée.

She was also the person closest to Laurel besides Lycaon.

When she told Lycaon about Laurel’s aspirations, he didn’t dismiss it lightly and immediately returned to the royal palace to find Laurel.

And he could sense a different flow of magic compared to before.

Unlike Lycaon, Laurel was not a mage, but he had exceptional innate magic. But that was all.

Having natural magic but being unable to use it in spells was common enough that it was nothing to worry about.

But for some reason, suddenly, that overflowing magic began to attack Laurel, the owner.

Because of this, Laurel was increasingly struggling to stay sane.

When magic ran amok, Laurel’s ego disappeared, leaving only a beast that rampaged recklessly.

Following Lycaon’s orders, Jed, who had been standing far away, slowly approached and offered a handkerchief.

“Lady Resa is here to help…”

“I can’t let you get involved in such a dangerous matter.”

Before Jed could finish his sentence, Lycaon cut him off sharply and took the handkerchief.

With Fresa’s skill, she would surely be able to create an antidote to suppress Laurel’s magic.

But to do that, she would need to observe the symptoms when Laurel had a magic poisoning attack, which was too risky.

Of course, since Lycaon would be there, nothing serious would happen, but he was reluctant for Fresa, a foreigner, to get too involved in imperial affairs.

Lycaon wished for Fresa to be happy doing her own work and pursuits.

That night, when he bade an early farewell, the expression Fresa wore lingered in his mind, and his heart felt heavy, as if they were parting forever.

Remembering Fresa’s eyes looking straight at him, Lycaon lowered his gaze for a moment.

How could he possibly express these feelings?

He hadn’t yet found an answer, so he didn’t want to act rashly, but at the same time, he desperately wanted to convey everything honestly.

Of course, Lycaon still had matters to resolve, so it would be some time.

After organizing his thoughts briefly, Lycaon got up and spoke.

“Let’s move His Majesty the Emperor to the bedroom now.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Jed responded immediately and lifted Laurel.

Laurel, who was limp and exhausted, looked unusually pale.

Lycaon fixed his gaze on his only brother for a moment, then quickly looked away and strode out of the room confidently.

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‘Where is Alicia? Why did she come alone?’

Fresa slowly opened her eyes and stared intently at Rowan.

Did she still not reconcile with Alicia after what happened last time?

Given Rowan’s reputation for caring about appearances, it was strange that he attended the royal banquet alone without Alicia—so it wouldn’t be surprising if others also found it odd.

Moreover, Rowan suddenly rushing up to Fresa in a hurried manner drew attention from others.

‘Anyway, he’s still a bothersome human.’

In the original story, he was a kind yet arrogant and charming male protagonist, but in reality, Rowan was just a pain.

Fresa crossed her arms and just watched Rowan without answering.

Then Rowan shot a sharp glance at Isaac and whispered.

“You brought another man with you today, Fresa.”

Isaac, who was watching the scene with interest, narrowed his brows.

Fresa subtly pushed him aside and let him out of this messy situation.

Isaac made a dissatisfied face but stood quietly a little apart.

Even though Isaac was working as a staff member at the pharmacy, he was also Fresa’s business partner.

‘There’s no need to show this ridiculous sight.’

Fresa let out a faint sigh and stared at Rowan.

“What does it matter to you? Surely you’re not still under the mistaken impression that I’m your fiancé?”

“I know you’re doing this to attract my attention.”

What a novel piece of nonsense.

Fresa raised her hand with a sympathetic expression and lightly tapped her own head.

“…Have you recently injured your head?”

Rowan’s recent behavior was suspiciously strange, almost as if he was suffering from a split personality.

Rowan, making a disgustingly wistful expression, replied softly.

Not at all. I’ve already told you at Paro Village, Fresa. I only realized after you left. My true love is…”

“Rowan?”

Before she knew it, Alicia’s sudden voice made both Fresa and Rowan turn to look.

Alicia, dressed in a pure white tight dress, looked at Rowan with a pale, disdainful face.

“What are you doing now?”

“…Alicia.”

Rowan’s expression was one of complete obliviousness to Alicia’s presence.

His eyebrows furrowed in embarrassment and lifted awkwardly.

‘They must have fought again.’

A fight between spouses is often as quick as a blink, but judging by the atmosphere now, it looked like Alicia was ready to cut Rowan with a knife.

Fresa, intending to step back from the scene so they could talk comfortably, quietly slipped away.

As soon as she did, Isaac approached and offered her a glass of wine.

“Did you really plan to marry that man?”

“…It’s a long story, I’ll explain.”

Fresa shook her head and took a sip of wine, then glanced at Rowan and Alicia.

The two seemed to be in a serious conversation.

Honestly, Fresa wished for their true selves to be revealed to everyone.

But she didn’t want the Count and Countess Guilespie to split up.

‘If Rowan keeps being clingy, it’ll be a problem.’

She didn’t dislike the idea of them living happily unaware of everything, but she hoped the repercussions wouldn’t affect her.

For some reason, Rowan had started obsessing over Fresa, and if things continued like this, a big problem with Alicia seemed inevitable.

Fresa wanted to take revenge on her family, but the Count and Countess Guilespie weren’t her targets.

In fact, thanks to their marriage being true to the story, they had unwittingly given Fresa a kind of closure, covering up past mistakes.

Honestly, it was fair to say that they were outside her concerns.

Compared to the Solf family, Rowan and Alicia’s harassment was nothing.

They had followed her faithfully as in the original, acting annoyed and pretending to dislike Fresa, so perhaps they also disliked her.

Unknowingly causing trouble for them all, Fresa somewhat forgave their faults.

‘But Rowan Guilespie is the real problem.’

Without any particular reason, he was overly praised by people as the male protagonist’s ideal, but he was truly a narcissistic trash of a person—Rowan Guilespie.

People who hadn’t watched him closely couldn’t see how selfish and calculating he was.

He was just a boastful knight of the kingdom.

‘Was his last appearance too flashy?’

The love of the century, or whatever they called it, couldn’t possibly have been so superficial that they’d be swayed by Fresa’s single comment.

Fresa sipped her wine and cast a quick glance at the Guilespie couple.

At that moment, they moved toward the terrace.

“Mr. Cade, I’ll be back for a moment.”

“Huh? Where are you going…?”

Fresa handed her wine glass to Isaac and hurriedly followed after them.

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