"Medicine is always only a temporary measure. The best solution is for someone with magical powers compatible with the young lady to contact her. The closer the contact, the better."
The Count's expression darkened when he heard those words.
“So, can she survive on that medicine until she becomes an adult?”
“Yes, but the most important thing is to find a match for the young lady as quickly as possible.”
“When you say a partner, do you mean the person she's going to marry?”
“Yes. By the way, the higher the S-rank, the more likely it is that a man with superior magical power control will be compatible.”
The hearts of families who had to worry about a husband for their newborn baby were very heavy.
“...Yes, I understand. First, I’ll make you some medicine.”
Anyway, that's why Juliet started mixing a magic-suppressing potion into Emily's carrot soup.
The Count's family was worried that Emily would become depressed or discouraged when she found out about her illness.
Above all, they decided to keep this disease a secret because it could be a weakness if others knew about it.
Emily, who had no idea that her grandparents and parents had worked so hard for her, ended up crying.
Thanks to them, Emily was able to grow up without worries and with only truly happy memories.
As she brought up the story of the past that had been buried, tears welled up in Grandma Juliet's eyes.
She tried to pretend she was okay, quickly wiped away her tears, and continued explaining.
“Since then, I have been adjusting the concentration of the medicine so that your magical power can remain at C-grade.”
However, after Emily left the Sinope estate and went without medication for a period of time, her magical power increased. Her magical power, which had risen to B-rank, would likely have risen to A-rank if more time had passed.
'So that's why I suddenly felt so strong.'
Only then did Emily understand the strange phenomenon that was happening to her body.
"The blue light that appeared before you collapsed was a prelude to a surge of magical power. The sudden stress disrupted the balance of magical power within your body. It was a near-death experience."
Emily's eyes widened at Grandma Juliet's words.
‘Then, is there a reason why Emily died in the original?’
Emily asked urgently.
“Grandma, what would happen if I were pregnant and faced that situation?”
Juliet stroked her chin with a thoughtful expression.
"Being pregnant will certainly affect the flow of magical power. Especially for someone like you who suffers from magical overload."
“Then... it would naturally be more dangerous if you were threatened by someone?”
Juliet, who understood Emily's intention behind the question, laughed softly.
"That might be true if you're threatened. But if you have a compatible partner by your side, even during pregnancy, there shouldn't be a problem."
"Yes..."
Now that she looks at it, in the original, Emily was separated from her husband and in a dangerous situation where her life was threatened.
In that situation, she would have had to instinctively take on the burden of magical power alone to protect the baby.
Ultimately, it seems that this is what resulted in Emily losing her life in the original.
Killian, flustered by the sudden topic of pregnancy, listened to the explanation awkwardly.
Juliet glanced at Killian and continued speaking.
“At first, I was relieved because I thought you were a match since that Marquis was an S-rank.”
However, after getting married, Emily's magical power had risen to B rank when she came to visit the Sinope estate.
Juliet thought that the reason was that Emily and Killian were not compatible.
"Just now, when you two were embracing, Emily, your magical energy flow was noticeably more stable. It's not that you two weren't compatible to begin with... or that you haven't yet taken action?"
Emily and Killian were left speechless, their faces turning bright red at the blunt question.
When the two remained silent, Juliet narrowed her eyes. It was obvious even without looking.
“Do this more often from now on. Emily, if you don’t want to eat that disgusting carrot soup.”
Emily squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep her mind from becoming confused by Juliet's blunt words.
“Yes, now get out! Please.”
If she continued to deal with Juliet like this, she would be ashamed to face Killian.
Emily turned her back and lay down, hugging her pillow.
“Yes, I’ll go out.”
Juliet's laughter continued until she left the room.
Emily bit her lips tightly, wondering why her grandmother's laughter sounded so witch-like today, why she felt embarrassed and annoyed.
So Juliet left, and the room was left alone with just the two of them.
Killian, who had been thinking about it, cautiously called Emily.
Emily flinched at his soft voice.
“... You haven’t left yet?”
“Did you tell me to leave, too?”
At those words, Emily peeked her face out from between the blankets and asked.
“Then what do you have to say?”
After a few seconds of silence, he opened his mouth heavily.
“I would like to apologize.”
“What?”
Emily asked in a sharp tone without realizing it.
Come to think of it, she still hasn't let go of the feelings she had built up with Killian.
Killian lowered his gaze with a dark expression.
There were so many things he needed to apologize to Emily for that he couldn't even finish talking about them all night.
“...I don’t want to break up with you.”
So that was all Killian could say.
Emily, momentarily dazed by the unexpected answer, slowly sat up in bed and met his gaze.
Countless emotions passed through Killian's eyes.
Emily's heart was also uneasy as she glimpsed all kinds of dark and gloomy emotions, including anxiety, nervousness, regret, and guilt.
“Does that mean you don’t want to divorce me?”
"Yes."
Killian's answer was without a moment's hesitation.
Thanks to that, Emily's heart also softened a bit.
“Messina said that you decided to divorce me to protect me.”
“Half right, half wrong.”
Killian expressed mixed emotions.
“Messina doesn’t know everything. I want to explain it to you personally.”
As he said that, he checked the time.
It was still a long time before dawn.
“It’s a long story. You must be tired now, so rest.”
Emily turned her head to check the time, but stopped when she saw a mirror.
She was really curious to know what Killian would say, but she decided to hold back for now.
She didn't want to sit with Killian like this for long.
“Then shall we have lunch together and talk during the day?”
Killian nodded with a faint smile on his face at Emily's question.
Her heart was pounding.
She missed Killian's warm smile.
Killian also missed Emily's smile.
He stepped out of the room, his eyes fixed on Emily's smiling face.
He was relieved to finally be able to tell her his secret, but at the same time, his heart still felt heavy.
Because revealing the secret he has will do nothing to improve their relationship.
No, rather, it could be said that Emily left him after hearing that story.
But Killian decided to leave what happened after this to fate.
Returning to his room, Killian buried his face in the bed to calm his pounding head. His body was tired, but he didn't think sleep would come easily.
Meanwhile, in the capital, an operation to attack the Giuliano family was in full swing.
The Rezzetta family wrecked a drug party in District 15, while the Gotio family attacked Giuliano's largest illegal nightclub in District 6.
Although Giuliano had anticipated that they would attack again, they had not anticipated simultaneous attacks from different areas, which resulted in great damage.
Above all, they were so focused on kidnapping Emily.
Of course, the union organizations were upset just thinking about how much it would hurt to know that even that had failed.
“So when is Killian coming?”
Messina, intoxicated with victory, asked Endymion with a leisurely expression.
“He will probably arrive before the committee meeting date.”
“What? So late?”
“It seems like he intends to look after his wife until she recovers.”
“Hmm,” Messina said, crossing her arms.
“Then you have to understand.”
Messina, who had been anxious the whole time, was actually relieved to hear that Emily was safe.
Endymion asked cautiously.
“Judging by the atmosphere, it seems like they won’t get a divorce, right?”
“Of course! Just think of it as all thanks to me.”
At those words, Endymion frowned.
Messina often said that everyone should take credit for everything.
It was incredibly shameless.
“By the way, even after all this, Boss Giuliano still hasn’t shown his face.”
“I thought he wouldn’t show up anymore.”
"Perhaps he's preparing a counterattack before the meeting. If the meeting starts like this, the chairmanship is basically gone."
Messina replied indifferently.
"The committee meeting is just around the corner. How can Giuliano attack our three organizations before then?"
“So, do you think they will remain quiet until the meeting?”
"Yeah. I'm even expecting Giuliano's boss to show up at that meeting, just as we'd hoped."
“Yes? Why do you think so?”
“Because I have a good sense.”
Endymion looked at Messina again with a serious expression.
He was curious as to where that unfounded confidence came from.
“What are you looking at?”
“I wonder if it will turn out as Messina said.”
“Of course I will make it so.”
“Then isn’t that an expression of having a good feeling?”
Messina looked at Endymion with a tired expression, but Endymion and he both felt the same way.
“Andymion. Do you always nitpick and drag your words?”
The Count's expression darkened when he heard those words.
“So, can she survive on that medicine until she becomes an adult?”
“Yes, but the most important thing is to find a match for the young lady as quickly as possible.”
“When you say a partner, do you mean the person she's going to marry?”
“Yes. By the way, the higher the S-rank, the more likely it is that a man with superior magical power control will be compatible.”
The hearts of families who had to worry about a husband for their newborn baby were very heavy.
“...Yes, I understand. First, I’ll make you some medicine.”
Anyway, that's why Juliet started mixing a magic-suppressing potion into Emily's carrot soup.
The Count's family was worried that Emily would become depressed or discouraged when she found out about her illness.
Above all, they decided to keep this disease a secret because it could be a weakness if others knew about it.
***
Emily, who had no idea that her grandparents and parents had worked so hard for her, ended up crying.
Thanks to them, Emily was able to grow up without worries and with only truly happy memories.
As she brought up the story of the past that had been buried, tears welled up in Grandma Juliet's eyes.
She tried to pretend she was okay, quickly wiped away her tears, and continued explaining.
“Since then, I have been adjusting the concentration of the medicine so that your magical power can remain at C-grade.”
However, after Emily left the Sinope estate and went without medication for a period of time, her magical power increased. Her magical power, which had risen to B-rank, would likely have risen to A-rank if more time had passed.
'So that's why I suddenly felt so strong.'
Only then did Emily understand the strange phenomenon that was happening to her body.
"The blue light that appeared before you collapsed was a prelude to a surge of magical power. The sudden stress disrupted the balance of magical power within your body. It was a near-death experience."
Emily's eyes widened at Grandma Juliet's words.
‘Then, is there a reason why Emily died in the original?’
Emily asked urgently.
“Grandma, what would happen if I were pregnant and faced that situation?”
Juliet stroked her chin with a thoughtful expression.
"Being pregnant will certainly affect the flow of magical power. Especially for someone like you who suffers from magical overload."
“Then... it would naturally be more dangerous if you were threatened by someone?”
Juliet, who understood Emily's intention behind the question, laughed softly.
"That might be true if you're threatened. But if you have a compatible partner by your side, even during pregnancy, there shouldn't be a problem."
"Yes..."
Now that she looks at it, in the original, Emily was separated from her husband and in a dangerous situation where her life was threatened.
In that situation, she would have had to instinctively take on the burden of magical power alone to protect the baby.
Ultimately, it seems that this is what resulted in Emily losing her life in the original.
Killian, flustered by the sudden topic of pregnancy, listened to the explanation awkwardly.
Juliet glanced at Killian and continued speaking.
“At first, I was relieved because I thought you were a match since that Marquis was an S-rank.”
However, after getting married, Emily's magical power had risen to B rank when she came to visit the Sinope estate.
Juliet thought that the reason was that Emily and Killian were not compatible.
"Just now, when you two were embracing, Emily, your magical energy flow was noticeably more stable. It's not that you two weren't compatible to begin with... or that you haven't yet taken action?"
Emily and Killian were left speechless, their faces turning bright red at the blunt question.
When the two remained silent, Juliet narrowed her eyes. It was obvious even without looking.
“Do this more often from now on. Emily, if you don’t want to eat that disgusting carrot soup.”
Emily squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep her mind from becoming confused by Juliet's blunt words.
“Yes, now get out! Please.”
If she continued to deal with Juliet like this, she would be ashamed to face Killian.
Emily turned her back and lay down, hugging her pillow.
“Yes, I’ll go out.”
Juliet's laughter continued until she left the room.
Emily bit her lips tightly, wondering why her grandmother's laughter sounded so witch-like today, why she felt embarrassed and annoyed.
So Juliet left, and the room was left alone with just the two of them.
Killian, who had been thinking about it, cautiously called Emily.
Emily flinched at his soft voice.
“... You haven’t left yet?”
“Did you tell me to leave, too?”
At those words, Emily peeked her face out from between the blankets and asked.
“Then what do you have to say?”
After a few seconds of silence, he opened his mouth heavily.
“I would like to apologize.”
“What?”
Emily asked in a sharp tone without realizing it.
Come to think of it, she still hasn't let go of the feelings she had built up with Killian.
Killian lowered his gaze with a dark expression.
There were so many things he needed to apologize to Emily for that he couldn't even finish talking about them all night.
“...I don’t want to break up with you.”
So that was all Killian could say.
Emily, momentarily dazed by the unexpected answer, slowly sat up in bed and met his gaze.
Countless emotions passed through Killian's eyes.
Emily's heart was also uneasy as she glimpsed all kinds of dark and gloomy emotions, including anxiety, nervousness, regret, and guilt.
“Does that mean you don’t want to divorce me?”
"Yes."
Killian's answer was without a moment's hesitation.
Thanks to that, Emily's heart also softened a bit.
“Messina said that you decided to divorce me to protect me.”
“Half right, half wrong.”
Killian expressed mixed emotions.
“Messina doesn’t know everything. I want to explain it to you personally.”
As he said that, he checked the time.
It was still a long time before dawn.
“It’s a long story. You must be tired now, so rest.”
Emily turned her head to check the time, but stopped when she saw a mirror.
She was really curious to know what Killian would say, but she decided to hold back for now.
She didn't want to sit with Killian like this for long.
“Then shall we have lunch together and talk during the day?”
Killian nodded with a faint smile on his face at Emily's question.
Her heart was pounding.
She missed Killian's warm smile.
Killian also missed Emily's smile.
He stepped out of the room, his eyes fixed on Emily's smiling face.
He was relieved to finally be able to tell her his secret, but at the same time, his heart still felt heavy.
Because revealing the secret he has will do nothing to improve their relationship.
No, rather, it could be said that Emily left him after hearing that story.
But Killian decided to leave what happened after this to fate.
Returning to his room, Killian buried his face in the bed to calm his pounding head. His body was tired, but he didn't think sleep would come easily.
***
Meanwhile, in the capital, an operation to attack the Giuliano family was in full swing.
The Rezzetta family wrecked a drug party in District 15, while the Gotio family attacked Giuliano's largest illegal nightclub in District 6.
Although Giuliano had anticipated that they would attack again, they had not anticipated simultaneous attacks from different areas, which resulted in great damage.
Above all, they were so focused on kidnapping Emily.
Of course, the union organizations were upset just thinking about how much it would hurt to know that even that had failed.
“So when is Killian coming?”
Messina, intoxicated with victory, asked Endymion with a leisurely expression.
“He will probably arrive before the committee meeting date.”
“What? So late?”
“It seems like he intends to look after his wife until she recovers.”
“Hmm,” Messina said, crossing her arms.
“Then you have to understand.”
Messina, who had been anxious the whole time, was actually relieved to hear that Emily was safe.
Endymion asked cautiously.
“Judging by the atmosphere, it seems like they won’t get a divorce, right?”
“Of course! Just think of it as all thanks to me.”
At those words, Endymion frowned.
Messina often said that everyone should take credit for everything.
It was incredibly shameless.
“By the way, even after all this, Boss Giuliano still hasn’t shown his face.”
“I thought he wouldn’t show up anymore.”
"Perhaps he's preparing a counterattack before the meeting. If the meeting starts like this, the chairmanship is basically gone."
Messina replied indifferently.
"The committee meeting is just around the corner. How can Giuliano attack our three organizations before then?"
“So, do you think they will remain quiet until the meeting?”
"Yeah. I'm even expecting Giuliano's boss to show up at that meeting, just as we'd hoped."
“Yes? Why do you think so?”
“Because I have a good sense.”
Endymion looked at Messina again with a serious expression.
He was curious as to where that unfounded confidence came from.
“What are you looking at?”
“I wonder if it will turn out as Messina said.”
“Of course I will make it so.”
“Then isn’t that an expression of having a good feeling?”
Messina looked at Endymion with a tired expression, but Endymion and he both felt the same way.
“Andymion. Do you always nitpick and drag your words?”
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