'You said to just wait a moment, but it's taking a while.'
I was still locked in my room, waiting for the maids to bring me my clothes after fixing them.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
“Can I come in for a moment?”
It was Callius' voice.
I was so startled that I jumped up from my chair without realizing it.
Lamia, who was warming herself by the fire next to me as the maid's representative, shouted outside in excessive joy, saying that there was no fireplace in the maids' quarters.
“Excuse me! Please wait a moment!”
She quickly touched up my clothes.
And then, while I was fumbling around, she quickly ran over and opened the door for me without my permission.
“Please, Master. Your Highness has been waiting for you for a long time.”
'When did I!'
My mouth fell open in amazement at Lamia's false and detestable behavior.
But as Callius strode into the room, I quickly fixed my expression and greeted him with a relaxed expression.
“What’s the matter, Callius?”
“Are you busy?”
“No, that’s not true.”
“Thank goodness. I brought a doctor to take Chloe’s pulse.”
“Huh? Why? Did I look sick?”
"No, I just wanted to check on you, since you've been through such an arduous journey. When you travel for long periods in the cold, you can often fall ill without even realizing it."
"Is it so?"
Then, could it be that the reason I had such a hard time all night was because I had some illness?
Having had a hard time during the early morning, I greeted the doctor with a smile on my face at Callius' words.
The doctor, who covered his entire body with a neat cloak, was wearing very long gloves that reached down to his elbows.
The cloak was dragging, and the gloves looked large, making it seem like he was wearing things that did not belong to him.
After greeting me very gracefully, he approached me as Callius had instructed.
“Check carefully to see if there is anything wrong with the Marchioness’s body.”
“Yes, I will do my best.”
He knelt before me.
“Extend your wrist.”
I wondered why he didn't take off his gloves while taking my pulse, but I obediently did as he told me.
'Can you still hear my heartbeat?'
He carefully grabbed my wrist and felt my pulse, even though he was wearing gloves, perhaps because he was an expert.
But the moment his hand touched me, a strange chill spread through my body and gave me goosebumps.
'...?'
I opened my eyes wide and looked at the man.
He was smiling strangely.
'What.'
I felt strangely cringing even though he hadn't done anything.
I asked calmly, keeping my posture straight and trying not to show it.
“What do you think? Is there a problem?”
The man shook his head, still smiling.
"Fortunately, you're in good health. You just need to eat a little better."
At the words "Eat well," Callius and Lamia nodded simultaneously.
I took my hand away from him, feeling uncomfortable with the man's laughter.
'I'm healthy... That's a relief.'
I was going to tell you about shivering in the cold all night, but I gave up.
This was because the inexplicable aversion towards men did not subside easily.
'It might be because the weather was particularly cold last night...'
I have no choice but to believe that I am healthy.
Callius met the sorcerer again in secret.
The sorcerer quickly took off the cloak and gloves he had briefly donned to look like a neat doctor.
It was as if there was such a thing as a denial.
The sorcerer, who had returned to his dazzling attire, shook his head, unable to hide his excitement.
"My Lady has been struck by a truly powerful curse! Who could it be? She must be a formidable sorcerer! I'd really like to meet her."
Callius looked at him, displeased, and asked.
“How to break the curse?”
"First of all, I can't break it. To break such a powerful curse, someone stronger must destroy it, or the curser must die."
He meant that he was weaker than the sorcerer who had cursed Chloe.
“A strong sorcerer.”
The sorcerer, with a friendly face like a merchant offering a bonus, gave a hint to the muttering Callius.
“There are many ways for a sorcerer to increase his power, but there is one method that is the most certain and fastest.”
“...?”
“It’s swallowing the resentment of others.”
Then he laughed out loud and said, "Hehehehehe," as if he was trying to cheer up.
“In my entire life, I have never seen traces of a sorcerer who has grown so strong by carrying so much resentment.”
"Resentment?"
“Isn’t the most powerful grudge a wrongful death?”
“Are you saying that you killed people to gain strength?”
"I can't say for sure, but it's highly probable. If that sorcerer had become stronger in a short period of time, that would be a sure thing. I'm really curious to know who it is."
Callius suspected that Kavala was the one who placed the curse on Chloe.
It was a well-known fact that Kavala was a black magician.
Originally, in Ronheim, warlocks were called sorcerers.
The term "warlock" was simply a word that Kavala began to use politically to renew his image as a sorcerer.
People go to the shaman whenever something happens, but ironically, they never let the shaman rise above them.
So Kavala was obsessed with showing herself as an elegant and noble figure worthy of standing by the Emperor's side.
So the first thing she did as soon as she became Empress was to call herself a black magician.
'What on earth are you doing, Kavala?'
Callius clenched his fists.
The sorcerer said teasingly.
“A sorcerer stronger than this would be a great murderer, so even if such a one existed, I doubt he would reveal himself to the King.”
“...”
“Your beautiful lady will die soon. Oh, what a sad thing.”
Then he held out his hand to Callius as if to say, "I've done my part, so give me the money quickly."
Callius asked him one last question.
“Isn’t there any other way?”
The sorcerer shrugged his shoulders as if it were none of my business.
“The time we promised to the butler has passed. Please give me the reward you promised.”
As Callius stood there glaring at him, he sighed deeply and whispered.
“It’s not like there’s no way at all...”
“What?”
“Is it okay if it costs extra?”
He meant that if he paid more money, he would tell him.
“You said a moment ago that there were only two ways to break the curse, so are you going back on that?”
Callius narrowed his eyes and glared at the sorcerer.
Many sorcerers were skilled in lies and trickery.
Since he only cared about his own interests, his skills naturally developed in that direction.
"You're changing my words. Who said there was a way to break the curse? There's a way to slightly mask its power and extend your life."
It was like this. They were cleverly changing the story to get money.
Callius was about to give him the promised money and just kick him out, but he became anxious when he heard that Chloe didn't have much time left, and he fell into a dilemma.
Even though he knew that their specialty was making others tremble in anxiety, pretending to give them answers and guiding them in the right direction, Callius was conflicted.
The sorcerer knew how to make him even more anxious.
"If you don't need my advice, I'll take my leave now. I'll take the money from the butler. Just know that Madam time is running out."
And then he just hurriedly walked towards the door.
Callius closed his eyes tightly and sighed.
“I didn’t want to use this method.”
The sorcerer, who had been holding the doorknob as if he was about to go or not, pricked up his ears as he watched Callius's expression.
"Yes?"
At that moment, the body of the sorcerer who had been standing in front of the door flew down through the window opposite.
Thud!
“Oh my god!”
Callius approached him and grabbed him by the neck.
Callius lifted the man's body with one hand without showing any sign of difficulty.
“How dare you try to trade with my wife’s life?”
“Wow, Your Excellency! Now, wait a minute...! Cough!”
The sorcerer struggled with his face flushed red from lack of blood flow.
But Callius's hand was as unmoving as a stone.
“You are the Saint’s... son...”
Callius chuckled at the appeal, asking if the son of a Saint could resort to such violence.
“I am the son of a Saint, and at the same time, the King of this country, and a husband with a duty to protect my wife.”
Callius's gaze was like that of a leader wolf about to strangle an enemy who had dared to touch his mate.
"Well then, this time I'll ask you. Will you die without opening your mouth, or will you open your mouth with only one arm?"
“Cough! Whoosh! Yes, wrong...!”
“Oh, if you want to leave with your limbs intact, it will cost extra, is that okay?”
I was still locked in my room, waiting for the maids to bring me my clothes after fixing them.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
“Can I come in for a moment?”
It was Callius' voice.
I was so startled that I jumped up from my chair without realizing it.
Lamia, who was warming herself by the fire next to me as the maid's representative, shouted outside in excessive joy, saying that there was no fireplace in the maids' quarters.
“Excuse me! Please wait a moment!”
She quickly touched up my clothes.
And then, while I was fumbling around, she quickly ran over and opened the door for me without my permission.
“Please, Master. Your Highness has been waiting for you for a long time.”
'When did I!'
My mouth fell open in amazement at Lamia's false and detestable behavior.
But as Callius strode into the room, I quickly fixed my expression and greeted him with a relaxed expression.
“What’s the matter, Callius?”
“Are you busy?”
“No, that’s not true.”
“Thank goodness. I brought a doctor to take Chloe’s pulse.”
“Huh? Why? Did I look sick?”
"No, I just wanted to check on you, since you've been through such an arduous journey. When you travel for long periods in the cold, you can often fall ill without even realizing it."
"Is it so?"
Then, could it be that the reason I had such a hard time all night was because I had some illness?
Having had a hard time during the early morning, I greeted the doctor with a smile on my face at Callius' words.
The doctor, who covered his entire body with a neat cloak, was wearing very long gloves that reached down to his elbows.
The cloak was dragging, and the gloves looked large, making it seem like he was wearing things that did not belong to him.
After greeting me very gracefully, he approached me as Callius had instructed.
“Check carefully to see if there is anything wrong with the Marchioness’s body.”
“Yes, I will do my best.”
He knelt before me.
“Extend your wrist.”
I wondered why he didn't take off his gloves while taking my pulse, but I obediently did as he told me.
'Can you still hear my heartbeat?'
He carefully grabbed my wrist and felt my pulse, even though he was wearing gloves, perhaps because he was an expert.
But the moment his hand touched me, a strange chill spread through my body and gave me goosebumps.
'...?'
I opened my eyes wide and looked at the man.
He was smiling strangely.
'What.'
I felt strangely cringing even though he hadn't done anything.
I asked calmly, keeping my posture straight and trying not to show it.
“What do you think? Is there a problem?”
The man shook his head, still smiling.
"Fortunately, you're in good health. You just need to eat a little better."
At the words "Eat well," Callius and Lamia nodded simultaneously.
I took my hand away from him, feeling uncomfortable with the man's laughter.
'I'm healthy... That's a relief.'
I was going to tell you about shivering in the cold all night, but I gave up.
This was because the inexplicable aversion towards men did not subside easily.
'It might be because the weather was particularly cold last night...'
I have no choice but to believe that I am healthy.
***
Callius met the sorcerer again in secret.
The sorcerer quickly took off the cloak and gloves he had briefly donned to look like a neat doctor.
It was as if there was such a thing as a denial.
The sorcerer, who had returned to his dazzling attire, shook his head, unable to hide his excitement.
"My Lady has been struck by a truly powerful curse! Who could it be? She must be a formidable sorcerer! I'd really like to meet her."
Callius looked at him, displeased, and asked.
“How to break the curse?”
"First of all, I can't break it. To break such a powerful curse, someone stronger must destroy it, or the curser must die."
He meant that he was weaker than the sorcerer who had cursed Chloe.
“A strong sorcerer.”
The sorcerer, with a friendly face like a merchant offering a bonus, gave a hint to the muttering Callius.
“There are many ways for a sorcerer to increase his power, but there is one method that is the most certain and fastest.”
“...?”
“It’s swallowing the resentment of others.”
Then he laughed out loud and said, "Hehehehehe," as if he was trying to cheer up.
“In my entire life, I have never seen traces of a sorcerer who has grown so strong by carrying so much resentment.”
"Resentment?"
“Isn’t the most powerful grudge a wrongful death?”
“Are you saying that you killed people to gain strength?”
"I can't say for sure, but it's highly probable. If that sorcerer had become stronger in a short period of time, that would be a sure thing. I'm really curious to know who it is."
Callius suspected that Kavala was the one who placed the curse on Chloe.
It was a well-known fact that Kavala was a black magician.
Originally, in Ronheim, warlocks were called sorcerers.
The term "warlock" was simply a word that Kavala began to use politically to renew his image as a sorcerer.
People go to the shaman whenever something happens, but ironically, they never let the shaman rise above them.
So Kavala was obsessed with showing herself as an elegant and noble figure worthy of standing by the Emperor's side.
So the first thing she did as soon as she became Empress was to call herself a black magician.
'What on earth are you doing, Kavala?'
Callius clenched his fists.
The sorcerer said teasingly.
“A sorcerer stronger than this would be a great murderer, so even if such a one existed, I doubt he would reveal himself to the King.”
“...”
“Your beautiful lady will die soon. Oh, what a sad thing.”
Then he held out his hand to Callius as if to say, "I've done my part, so give me the money quickly."
Callius asked him one last question.
“Isn’t there any other way?”
The sorcerer shrugged his shoulders as if it were none of my business.
“The time we promised to the butler has passed. Please give me the reward you promised.”
As Callius stood there glaring at him, he sighed deeply and whispered.
“It’s not like there’s no way at all...”
“What?”
“Is it okay if it costs extra?”
He meant that if he paid more money, he would tell him.
“You said a moment ago that there were only two ways to break the curse, so are you going back on that?”
Callius narrowed his eyes and glared at the sorcerer.
Many sorcerers were skilled in lies and trickery.
Since he only cared about his own interests, his skills naturally developed in that direction.
"You're changing my words. Who said there was a way to break the curse? There's a way to slightly mask its power and extend your life."
It was like this. They were cleverly changing the story to get money.
Callius was about to give him the promised money and just kick him out, but he became anxious when he heard that Chloe didn't have much time left, and he fell into a dilemma.
Even though he knew that their specialty was making others tremble in anxiety, pretending to give them answers and guiding them in the right direction, Callius was conflicted.
The sorcerer knew how to make him even more anxious.
"If you don't need my advice, I'll take my leave now. I'll take the money from the butler. Just know that Madam time is running out."
And then he just hurriedly walked towards the door.
Callius closed his eyes tightly and sighed.
“I didn’t want to use this method.”
The sorcerer, who had been holding the doorknob as if he was about to go or not, pricked up his ears as he watched Callius's expression.
"Yes?"
At that moment, the body of the sorcerer who had been standing in front of the door flew down through the window opposite.
Thud!
“Oh my god!”
Callius approached him and grabbed him by the neck.
Callius lifted the man's body with one hand without showing any sign of difficulty.
“How dare you try to trade with my wife’s life?”
“Wow, Your Excellency! Now, wait a minute...! Cough!”
The sorcerer struggled with his face flushed red from lack of blood flow.
But Callius's hand was as unmoving as a stone.
“You are the Saint’s... son...”
Callius chuckled at the appeal, asking if the son of a Saint could resort to such violence.
“I am the son of a Saint, and at the same time, the King of this country, and a husband with a duty to protect my wife.”
Callius's gaze was like that of a leader wolf about to strangle an enemy who had dared to touch his mate.
"Well then, this time I'll ask you. Will you die without opening your mouth, or will you open your mouth with only one arm?"
“Cough! Whoosh! Yes, wrong...!”
“Oh, if you want to leave with your limbs intact, it will cost extra, is that okay?”
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