Before Estelle returned from the auction house.
John was examining a bear-shaped cookie.
âItâs a really ordinary cookie.â
But he had even cast a preservation spell on this common cookie. He hadnât even offered it in his deal with the demon.
âBecause it was given to me by Estelle.â
However, demons are born from chaos.
They never act without reason.
âWhat could be so special about this cookie…â
John analyzed it from various angles and finally popped the bear cookie into his mouth.
It tasted ordinary.
âReally, thereâs nothingââ
At that moment, his vision blurred, and everything soon darkened completely.
âCould it be poison?â
John fell asleep gently on the sofa as if entering a trance.
In the pitch-black darkness, only his other senses remained sharp.
The chilling cold enveloping his body and the sound of chains clashing. He immediately realized where he was.
It was the prison where he was confined as a child.
âSorry.â
A gentle voice echoed in his ears.
âYou must have been in a lot of pain. Itâs probably very hard now, isnât it?â
The more he heard that voice, the more his heart felt heavy.
âStay strong. You can do it. If you endure this moment, you will surely succeed in your revenge.â
Who was the owner of this voice?
âEven the seemingly mighty Duke of Libertan can be toppled, and you can do what you desire.â
The more he thought about that voice, the more a fog of confusion and pain settled in his mind.
âWhen you get out of this prison, there will be someone to help you. Someone who cares for you, supports you, and is loyal to you. So, even if itâs tough, hang in there.â
Despite everything, one thought came to him.
âThis… is a phrase I used to remind myself of when things were tough.â
He thought he had made it up as self-comfort, but it turned out to be someoneâs comfort.
âIt would be so nice if my warmth reached you.â
The voice became so faint that he could no longer hear it.
âJohn. Just wait a little longer. Iâll be rightââ
As this ended, his bodyâs senses gradually began returning to reality.
A strange warmth, starting from his fingertips, spread all over his body. But only his senses returned; his body remained immobile.
And then, another incomprehensible event occurred.
âHas the Guardian Ring returned?â
The Guardian Ringâcompletely destroyed to save Estelle.
That rare magic, which could never be reversed except through a pact with a demon, was returning to John.
It seemed that the Guardian Ring was unable to move his body because it was being repaired.
âCan such a thing really happen?â
John carefully reviewed what had just happened.
âIt all started with the cookie.â
It wasnât poison, magic, or black magic.
It felt as if it were awakening a sense he had forgotten.
So, the moment he heard the voice, John was quite startled to realize he had forgotten such a thing.
Even if it was from his childhood, he couldnât have forgotten the memories of his imprisonment back then.
âUnless some unknown power didnât erase my memoriesâŠâ
A multitude of questions flooded his mind.
â…Estelle, youââ
Knock.
âJohn. Are you there?â
Just then, as if waiting, Estelle knocked on his office door.
Johnâs senses hadnât fully returned, so he couldnât move. Still, he sensed her approach carefully.
âReally handsome…ââshe murmured softly, seated in front of him.
Unaware that John was awake, Estelle gently touched his face, and her adorable behavior made him want to just crush her.
âTo overwhelm her.â
If he could move his body, heâd instantly open his eyes and tease her.
âSheâd react with such a cute expression.â
Just as his eyelids started to trembleâŠ
âToday, I missed you so much. I kept thinking about you even when I was outside,â she said softly.
What?
âJohn. Maybe IâŠâ
Estelle, holding her breath, finally whispered softly.
âI think I love you.â
His heart sank. John was immensely annoyed that he couldnât move.
âI shouldâve seen her confession.â
He should have grabbed her, pressed her, and revealed her true feelings immediately.
If he missed this moment, Estelle, who strictly maintained boundaries, would retreat again.
âDamn it. Why am I not moving…â
All his swirling questions disappeared.
Estelle, who had been fidgeting, quickly left his office.
John reflected on her confession.
âI think I love you, I think I love you, I love…â
He managed to sit up straight, wiping his smooth face.
â…Estelle, do you love me?â
A fluttering sensation filled his entire bodyâsomething he had never experienced before.
âI do love you.â
John placed his hand over his pounding heart, blushing his ears.
It wasnât the first time he received a confession.
As the most sought-after groom candidate in the empire, John was courted by many women. Even before becoming the Duke of Blanchet.
Whether he had money, status, or not.
Naturally, John, born a noble, was always popular among women.
Honestly, no confession from any woman moved him. It even seemed amusing.
None of the women who claimed to know everything about him and said they loved him ever truly understood his true nature.
Most would run away in fear once they saw his true self.
âOr they were crazy enough to like me even knowing the truth.â
Perhaps Estelle was like those women. She was also deceived by his perfect act.
Now, even the entire empire had begun to truly believe in the marriage of the two, once doubted.
âSheâs so different.â
John touched his ear, aware of Estelleâs soft breath as if she were nearby.
âWhy canât I calm down?â
His usual composure was helpless in the face of such sincere confession.
Honestly, John couldnât pretend to be unaffected by Estelleâs adorable face.
He kept wandering around her, trying to subtly probe until the end of the day.
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It became harder to look at Johnâs face, even though it was strange.
Having spent the evening at dinner and all day together, the change felt even more noticeable because they no longer did so.
âSurely John isnât avoiding me…?â
It seemed that he suddenly had to go to the grand dukeâs estate, so he had no time to see her.
He should have been happy to secretly prepare to escape without John noticing, but he wasnât.
âWhy do I feel so sad?â
It might be a silly thought, but if John was avoiding her, sheâd feel a little sad.
âLetâs focus on my work.â
She tried to recover her fairy power using the Undine Tier.
-Moreover! Thatâs the heart of Eden Rose.
-Since Eden Rose itself was born from your fairy power, if you root it there, Eden Rose will absorb the spiritâs power.
âBut what if someone secretly digs around before it absorbs?â
-âŠOh, itâll melt before that.
She gently dug into the root of Eden Rose, inserted the Undine Tier, and covered it.
âIs it really over like this?â
-Yes. Once Eden Rose has absorbed the spiritâs power, you can use it to lift your curse. At the same time, youâll get used to your fairy power.
No change had yet occurred in Eden Rose.
âEven if someone else breaks Eden Rose, wonât that cause a problem?â
-Of course! Thatâs why I put the Undine Tier in Eden Roseâs roots.
-If anyone tries something foolish, weâll report to you quickly.
Spending some time with the trees, I then went to find Erich with Betty.
âNow, Betty, you donât have to come along every time.â
âIâm not okay with that. I trust the vow of loyalty, but I also canât fully believe it.â
Since learning that Betty and Erich were siblings, Iâd always wondered about that.
âI didnât want to be under that kid.â
â…â
âOf course, itâs much easier to be a commoner spy.â
Looking around, everyone close to me seemed to have an extraordinary past.
âBut soon, Iâll return to my noble status. I think Iâll need a respectable position.â
âReally?â
âYes. I want to become your first lady-in-waiting.â
Lady-in-waiting was a title only the highest-ranking nobles like duchesses, queens, or duchess consorts could holdâonly aristocrats could be lady-in-waiting.
âSo, if Betty becomes my first lady-in-waiting, Iâd be very happy.â
I held Bettyâs hands and smiled warmly.
âIâll always keep the position of your first lady-in-waiting open for you.â
â…My lady.â
Bettyâs brown eyes, like a puppyâs, shimmered with emotion.
âI love you the most in the world, my lady.â
Suddenly, Erich appeared and looked at us with a smirk.
âWhat a touching scene. Should I cry too?â
Betty shot a glare at Erich.
âSuch a shameless person.â
âBetty, you and I arenât that different, you know?â
They growled at each other, with me in between.
âAt first, I thought they were a loving sibling pair who cared deeply for each other.â
But seeing them now, they didnât even like to see each otherâs faces much.
âI donât want to see your face either, honestly, if it werenât for my lady.â
âI was the first to recognize my lady, you know?â
âYeah. That⊠is true…â
A shadow of guilt flickered in Erichâs eyes. Somehow, he looked a bit downcast.
âItâs okay, Lord Erich. Itâs in the past. By the way, did you find the book I asked for before?â
âYes. I will continue to look into books related to this.â
I asked Erich to gather some old texts about fairies and black magic.
âItâs hard to discern the truth from the books in the library.â
âAs for John…â
âYes. Iâve handled it discreetly so that no one will notice. You wonât realize that Lady is collecting old texts.â
âIf only he didnât have that ability…â
âThanks for the compliment, little brother.â
Betty muttered reluctantly at the end. Erich simply shrugged nonchalantly.
As Johnâs closest aide, Erich was quite capable of almost anything.
âBy the way, Lord Erich.â
âYes?â
I stared at Erichâs face quietly.
He was a beautiful, pristine young man. His perfectly styled hair suited him, but somehow, it looked a bit constraining.
âDo you always keep your hair tied up like that?â
âYes, thatâs correct.â
âIs it uncomfortable if you donât tie it up?â
âNot exactly⊠but itâs a habit.â
I went behind Erich and gently loosened and tied his long hair loosely.
âAll done.â
Every time I moved, Erich tensed and trembled slightly.
âWhat is it?â
âLook. It suits you much better if you let your bangs fall slightly and tie it loosely.â
His face turned red at my compliment.
âWhat? Erich, are you shy?â
âAh, no!â
He blushed even more and hurriedly said, âIâll follow your orders anyway!â then ran away.
âWhat a guyâŠâ
Betty shook her head and hurriedly urged me.
âLady, donât mind him. Just go upstairs.â
âShould I?â
At the door to my room, the maid chief, Patricia, was waiting. She elegantly stood holding a bundle of documents.
âItâs about time the punishment ends.â
Since sheâs a somewhat reluctant person, I asked cautiously.
âMadam Gilete, is something wrong?â
âLook at these.â
Patricia showed me a letter.
It contained questions about rumors and gossip about me.
âIs she trying to confront me with this?â
But what Patricia said was completely different.
âLady. These names are all ones you should remember and then erase.â
â…Erase?â
Patricia answered gracefully.
âDidnât you slander the Duchess of Blanchet?â
…Patricia, what are you doing now?
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It was the day of the execution of the Libertan couple.
Reports about the Libertan dukes kept coming in.
[The Duke and Duchess of Libertan are showing unusual symptoms.]
But John didnât go to see them. There was simply no reason to.
âWas it a pyre?â
He was planning to visit only after the execution was over.
âAnyway, theyâre not going to die right away.â
He only barely kept his life, secretly witnessing Estelleâs despair.
âLet her find her parents, dying in the basementââ
John clenched his fists.
âThatâs impossible.â
If he did that, he wouldnât be able to see that lovely smile again.
Since Estelleâs confession, John had forcibly reminded himself of his own desire.
Now, seeing Estelle didnât bring revenge to mind.
Estelle, revenge.
These two felt completely separate.
âWhat do I really want to do?â
John visited the palace to finalize his last execution.
âIs it okay to be executed like this?â
Suddenly, he felt worried about Estelle.
At that moment, he saw a familiar woman across from the palace entrance.
It was Saintella, the elegant maiden with a white veil as an ornament.
She was walking modestly, protected by three priests, just like always. Her innocent face and gentle eyes looked saintly and kind.
She held a precious-looking water flask, shyly.
âWhy does my desire boil every time I see that woman?â
It was a similar feeling to when he met the Libertan couple.
âShould I kill her?â
Johnâs calm, calculated smile stiffened slightly.
Stellaâs steps, which had been graceful, faltered a little.
âOh my.â
She suddenly stopped as if about to faint, with a sweet-sounding voice, right in front of John.
â…Sudden dizziness.â
Stella touched her forehead, groaning faintly as if exhausted.
Her eyes met Johnâs as she lifted her head. She widened her blue eyes, surprised, blinking rapidly.
âDisgusting.â
He felt an impulse to rip out those blinking eyes.
âJohn, Iâve been acting indecent,â Stella suddenly said, breaking into a wide smile again.
âOh, calling me by my name without permission. Iâm really sorry…â She bowed her head in apology, then wobbled again.
When John didnât catch her, the priests standing nearby hurriedly supported Stella.
âSaint Stella, are you okay?â
âIâm fine. I guess I suddenly got anemia.â
Stella, who was observing John, looked at him with wide eyes as if surprised. Just then, she spilled the water she was holding onto Johnâs feet.
âWhatâs this…?â
Her brows furrowed deeply as she quickly took out a handkerchief and knelt down. She elegantly wiped his feet.
Iâve been showing her a lot of foolishness, huh…
As she was wiping, she looked up.
âIâm so upset.â
Then, her dressâs cleavage, which was previously puffed out, became more prominent.
And naturally, her collarbone was revealed.
âThatâŠâ
John narrowed his sharp eyes.
He recognized the familiar pattern.
âLily vine pattern.â
It was the protective magic of Libertan.
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