He muttered to himself. [Eaton] "Men infatuated with their lovers behave exactly like this. Just look at Arad. He wanders around every day with a goofy smile, missing half his mind." Tracing his thoughts, he nodded, then immediately rejected the idea. [Eaton] "If His Highness is merely going through the same phase, suspecting the cat maid is a waste of time. Besides, witches don't exist in this day and age. Sigh, I don't understand any of this." One fact remained undeniable.

[Roserikta] "This makes no sense." Her lips lost all color. [Roserikta] "Clobell wouldn't just vanish without a word. This...... This is definitely an accident." Her complexion continued to pale. Two hours had already passed since Clobellina's disappearance. [Eaton] "Isn't she a cat that freely wanders around on her own anyway? Could she be taking a nap somewhere?" [Roserikta] "Cats sleep in their usual spots. Clobell always sleeps next to me. If she were taking a nap, she wo

Roserikta hardened her expression. The effort failed entirely. Her face burned crimson. Glaring with such a flushed face only invited ridicule. [Roserikta] "I told you not to use those words. You agreed back then." Clobellina ignored her. The cunning cat clearly did it on purpose. Roserikta glared at the feline and changed the subject. [Roserikta] "Anyway, we'll find out once we break the curse." [Clobell] "Why does it work like that?" [Roserikta] "Breaking the curse means th

[Kalart] "Yes, let us go with that. Having learned the truth, I will generously forgive you and forget all your sins. How about that?" [Roserikta] "Your Highness. Not only is that untrue...... I have never......" [Kalart] "Think carefully before you answer. You are the sinner here." [Roserikta] "Because that is a lie. Furthermore, I don't understand what meaning my lying would hold, Your Highness." He chuckled, his expression cracking like ice. [Kalart] "It will please me." [

[Clobell] "Wow...... Look how he changed." Her jaw dropped as she observed Kalart's transformation. [Clobell] "Is he the same person? Did his eyes not drip with affection just from looking at me earlier? Now he stares at me like a complete stranger." Roserikta recognized that fact as well. [Roserikta] "Your Highness......? Does Clobellina look different to you now?" [Kalart] "Unfortunately." He pulled her arm, which wrapped around his shoulder, closer and nodded. [Kalart] "I

[Roserikta] "No!" She pushed through the Royal Guards and threw her arms around Kalart's neck. Instinct drove her. Her body moved before her mind could process the action. [Roserikta] "Don't do this, Your Highness. Please, Don't do this......" She finally understood his claim that his head would explode. Her own mind mirrored that chaos right now. Kalart recoiling from Clobellina was a natural reaction. With the love potion's effects gone, the cat would look as grotesque as a

In principle, secretly feeding something to the Crown Prince was impossible. There was always someone attending his meals, and no one could touch the food before it reached the table. The servants who carried the dishes were invariably shadowed by the Royal Guard. And that was only if one were invited to dine. Eating with the Crown Prince was as difficult as plucking a star from the sky. Therefore, she had to create an opportunity when he came to her room. [Roserikta] "I will

[Kalart] "Did you say a scandal?" It felt as though the temperature in his voice dropped by a degree. Lafitte instinctively shuddered and bit the tip of his tongue. [Kalart] "Why?" [Lafitte] "Your Highness. Surely you are not asking because you do not know......" [Kalart] "I do not know. I remember only one thing. You were one of the people who prostrated themselves and wept, begging me to date anyone at all. Does this mean your loyalty toward me has changed in the meantime?"

The soft rustle of fabric filled the air. A cloak settled onto her shoulders. Kalart had removed his own garment the moment she mentioned the chill. She clutched the edges of the cloak with both hands, her face still flushing a deep crimson despite the cold. Memories surged—vivid images of a day when she had worn nothing but a cloak over her bare skin. [Roserikta] "I feel as though I should start singing." She whispered the words. Kalart, who had been walking with his arm dra

[Roserikta] "Is something wrong with the Investiture Staff, Your Highness?" The night remained so quiet it seemed the brilliant moonlight had evaporated every sound. At this distance, she could hear his every breath—steady, then pausing, then deepening with an unspoken intensity. Fearing he might hear the frantic thundering of her own heart, she grasped at the first topic she could find. [Kalart] "Wrong?" He turned his gaze toward her, his eyes reflecting the silver moon. He

[Roserikta] "......" This situation had spiraled far beyond a mere breach of etiquette. She didn't need to look at the Chamberlain to know his gaze was currently boring into the back of Kalart’s head like a volley of arrows. Accepting the bite would ignite a catastrophe—for the Chamberlain and for her own sanity. [Roserikta] "I will...... feed myself, Your Highness." She offered her refusal, and Lafitte’s eyebrows, which had arched toward his hairline in fury, lowered a fract

[Courtier 1] "Welcome, Your Highness." [Courtier 2] "Welcome to Kyrien." [Courtier 3] "May the gods' grace follow your every step." The greetings never ended. From the moment they crossed the castle gates, courtiers in attire as lavish as those in the capital lined both sides of the path, bowing in a rhythmic wave. The reception far outshone her first entry into Trifolim Palace. Only then did Roserikta realize that a journey to the Crown Prince’s secondary estate was no casua

[Eaton] "Pardon?" [Lafitte] "Excuse me, Your Highness?" Eaton and Lafitte reacted with identical shock before Kalart even finished announcing his departure for Kyrien. Ignoring them both, Kalart divided the mountain of documents on his desk in half. One pile consisted of reviewed papers; the other contained tasks yet to be addressed. Pointing to the latter with his chin, he spoke. [Kalart] "Hand these over to the Imperial Secretary. I will be absent for three days." [Lafitte]

[Kalart] "It is nothing much." His voice lacked its usual steady confidence. He averted his gaze, offering the words like a reluctant excuse. [Kalart] "They informed me the investiture staff would take a few days to arrive...... so take this instead." [Roserikta] "Your Highness." He had come to find her. He now held out a hairpin encrusted with several large, brilliant diamonds. It was an imperial treasure with a storied history—an object most people would never even glimpse

[Roserikta] "......Nothing else, Your Highness." He leaned his head against the back of the sofa, his brow furrowed. His eyelids hung heavy with exhaustion. [Kalart] "That is an order. Think of something else." [Roserikta] "Allowing me to use the sapphire is more than enough." [Kalart] "I know you want for nothing; that is precisely why I want you to think. Take your time. To put it plainly, I have no desire to leave yet." [Roserikta] "But......" [Kalart] "I wish to stay by y