TVEWD 52

It seemed that the two had moved to a different location, conscious of the eyes of others.

Fresa hid behind the pillar at the back of the terrace, listening closely to what the two were saying.

Rowan briefly looked around the terrace and then sighed deeply.

“Don’t be obsessed, Alicia. I am not your possession.”

“Obsessed? Who do you think this is all about! You’re the one who changed, yet you’re blaming me?”

“Ha. If I had known you were like this, I wouldn’t have broken off my engagement with Fresa and married you.”

That was a bit harsh.

Perhaps feeling the same emotion, Alicia remained silent for a long while.

Fresa slightly tilted her head out from her hiding spot, checking Alicia’s expression.

From her side profile and the distance, she couldn’t read her exact expression.

But she guessed Alicia was probably very disappointed.

Even Fresa would have felt that way.

Soon, Alicia spoke with a trembling voice.

“…Are you regretting marrying me?”

“Yes, I regret it. It would’ve been much better if I hadn’t met you.”

“How can you say such a thing? I said I loved you!”

Alicia raised her voice at Rowan’s answer, which came back without hesitation.

This time, Rowan grew quiet.

“Tell me, Rowan. It’s been less than half a year since we married, but are you already tired of me? Or is it because of Fresa? That woman you hated so much came back to life, and now your feelings are stirred?”

“Yeah. I was just briefly swayed. I was only ever for Fresa. I was foolish. Is that enough now?”

Their conversation was so uncomfortable to listen to.

It was probably because the person they kept mentioning was Fresa herself.

‘Is this guy crazy?’

Fresa thought that Rowan was undeniably crazy.

Alicia, who had been cheating on her fiancé, wasn’t exactly sane either, but Rowan definitely seemed to have lost his mind somehow.

“Let’s get a divorce, Alicia Loomis.”

When Rowan finally uttered that word, Fresa turned her back and left the terrace.

There’s a saying: garbage belongs in the trash can.

Rowan and Alicia were a perfect match, but suddenly talking about divorce was no different than saying, “Let’s throw out the trash.”

‘This is a big deal.’

Will they really get divorced?

But Rowan and Alicia were the protagonists.

The very protagonists of “They lived happily ever after.”

Honestly, since they had just betrayed Fresa so thoroughly, she didn’t wish them well.

But that didn’t mean she thought they should be discarded like trash.

If Rowan really divorced Alicia, it was obvious he’d bother Fresa again.

‘But I can’t step in to reconcile them either.’

Just imagining it was strange and terrible.

As Fresa trudged back, Isaac was waiting for her as if he had been expecting her.

“Where have you been? The Queen Mother is here.”

If Fresa had been Isaac’s partner rather than a guild member, she might have scolded him with a long lecture.

She almost missed her appointment with Queen Piltz today because of Rowan and Alicia, so she had no choice but to hurriedly apologize.

“Oh, I’m sorry. By the way, where is Queen Piltz?”

“She’s over there.”

Isaac slightly turned his body to the right.

Fresa looked in the direction he pointed and spoke with a soWoofhat serious tone.

“I’ll go now.”

“Yes. Please don’t make any mistakes.”

“You still don’t trust me?”

“Everyone makes mistakes when they’re nervous.”

Hearing Isaac’s concern like a guardian, Fresa smiled.

Then she stared intently into Isaac’s eyes and softly said,

“I wasn’t nervous at all. Please, dance or something, Mr. Cade.”

“…You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll manage just fine.”

Isaac’s reply came a bit late.

Although he seemed uncomfortable, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Fresa briefly looked into his eyes, then nodded.

“Yes, yes. I’ll be back soon.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Isaac probably said that casually, but for Fresa, it was a strangely pleasant thing to hear.

Someone waiting for her to return always gave her a strange feeling.

Fresa quickly brushed herself off, adjusting her dress, then headed to where Queen Piltz was sitting.

The queen, as the host of this banquet and the ruler of the country, was dressed in an ornate red gown.

Her hair was neatly styled up, with jewel-encrusted ornaments tucked into the hair.

However, for some reason, she didn’t seem to enjoy the party at all.

Surrounding the queen were a few escort knights and maids, creating a tense atmosphere.

Fresa glanced at them briefly, then stopped and bowed her knees in greeting.

“Your Majesty, Queen Piltz. I am Fresa. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Oh, Lady of Count Thorpe. Thank you so much for accepting such an unexpected invitation. Please, come and sit here.”

Queen Piltz, stiff-faced and sitting upright, pointed to the seat beside her with a strictly professional smile.

Even though her family was completely ruined, Fresa still was a Lady of Count Thorpe.

‘Should I create a new noble house?’

Suppressing her mixed feelings, Fresa slowly approached Queen Piltz and sat down.

As if she had been waiting, the queen slightly turned her body toward her and spoke.

“Lady of Count Thorpe, I hear you’re a talented pharmacist. You’ve created a hair loss treatment that no one else could succeed in making, haven’t you?”

“Your Majesty, that’s too much praise.”

The queen was silent for a moment, seeming to think, then just looked at Fresa.

It seemed she was about to bring up the main topic.

Sensing that, Fresa also made eye contact with her and waited quietly.

“Would you like to become a licensed pharmacist officially? I hear you haven’t yet taken the kingdom’s pharmacist exam.”

Fresa was soWoofhat surprised at this unexpected suggestion and widened her eyes.

“May I ask what you mean by a licensed pharmacist?”

“Lady of Count Thorpe, I would like to give you the opportunity to undergo the pharmacist course at the Royal Academy and then take the exam.”

It was an excellent opportunity.

Not just dealing with people, but truly becoming a pharmacist and working in that capacity—an incredible chance.

But for some reason, she hesitated to say she would do it easily.

Why was the queen offering such an overly generous deal?

It seemed suspicious because it was such a good offer.

“Instead, I have a request, Lady of Count Thorpe.”

I knew it.

In this world, rare or nonexistent are free things.

But she couldn’t just argue with the queen’s words, so she nodded quietly.

“Yes, please go ahead.”

“If you pass the exam after graduating from the academy, I hope you’ll work for the royal court.”

“…You want me to become the royal court pharmacist?”

There must already be a royal court pharmacist.

Then why was the queen specifically asking her?

Is it just because of her ability? There were many capable pharmacists.

‘Of course, she’s the first to develop a hair loss treatment, but…’

At her question, Queen Piltz hesitated slightly, turning her gaze aside and remaining silent.

Fresa kept her curiosity in check, waiting patiently for the queen to speak.

‘Anyway, this hierarchical society has many problems.’

Fresa continued to gaze at the queen’s profile with a smile, despite her inner thoughts.

Fortunately, Queen Piltz soon seemed to have made up her mind and looked back at Fresa, softly replying.

“Let’s discuss that in due time. This isn’t the right place for a proper conversation. Let’s arrange another meeting.”

Fresa immediately agreed.

There were many people here listening and watching.

It was undoubtedly a situation where speaking openly was difficult.

Fresa glanced at Queen Piltz’s luxurious hair, then stood up.

“Then I’ll wait for your contact, Your Majesty.”

“Yes. I hope this party will be enjoyable for you too.”

Queen Piltz still wore her charming smile.

Fresa also returned a similar smile and took her leave.

Inside the banquet hall, lively music continued to play.

Not far away, Isaac was standing alone.

Just as her task was over and she was about to suggest returning to the apothecary, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind.

“Fresa, just a moment. I want to talk.”

Rowan, with one cheek flushed bright red, hurriedly spoke.

It seemed he had been slapped by Alicia on the terrace earlier.

Getting hit was probably good, but for him to follow her after being struck was still quite unpleasant.

Fresa forcibly pulled her arm away and shook off his hand.

“I told you I have nothing to say to you.”

“Should I kneel? Just like I told your family to kneel, do you want me to do the same?”

“What? Why would I? I have no regrets whatsoever about you!”

Fresa deliberately widened her eyes and retorted, causing Rowan’s gaze to shake mercilessly.

“…Are you serious? You said you loved me.”

“Stop repeating the same words. I’ve never loved you, nor have I ever felt any human affection for you.”

“I know you’re just trying to get my attention on purpose, Fresa.”

“This makes no sense, really.”

Fresa sighed and moved to the other side.

“Fresa, wait. Fresa!”

Rowan, apparently not exhausted, started to follow her again.

Just as she was pondering what to do, a loud crashing sound suddenly echoed.

“Ugh!”

Rowan fell awkwardly onto the ground, and Fresa, startled, looked back.

Next to the fallen Rowan, Isaac was standing, holding a cane with both hands.

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