[Roserikta] "This is so indulgent." She mumbled lazily, soaking in the warm tub. Clobellina had finished her bath long ago and stood nearby, shaking her fur to get rid of the water before shaking her head. [Clobell] "Humans. What is so great about sitting in water? You can't even breathe in there." [Roserikta] "You don't know what you're missing. I feel sorry for cats sometimes." [Clobell] "I don't need your pity. There are a mountain of things better than baths." They both c

[Roserikta] "You were too harsh." [Kalart] "To whom?" [Roserikta] "To the knight." Eaton's haggard face remained stuck in her mind. [Roserikta] "He is a patient. He hasn't even received proper treatment yet." [Kalart] "He only broke an arm." [Roserikta] "Yes. Exactly." [Kalart] "Everyone goes through that." He frowned openly. [Kalart] "Broken bones are common during knight training. I experienced it myself." [Roserikta] "Hmm......" [Clobell] "So what?" Roserikta and Clobellin

Roserikta placed her hand over Kalart's hand as it cradled her cheek. He let out a soft sigh and slowly rubbed her skin with his thumb. [Kalart] "Anything." [Roserikta] "Your Highness, are you not afraid?" [Kalart] "Of what?" [Roserikta] "That your feelings might be fake. You cherished Clobell, but the moment you took the antidote, you forgot her. Just like that, everything could vanish as if it were nothing……." [Kalart] "Don’t be afraid." She had asked if he was afraid, yet

[Kalart] "......No, does it even matter?" His lips twisted into a sharp, bitter smile. The expression pierced Roserikta like a jagged blade. [Kalart] "I can't separate your nature as a witch from your soul. You came to me as a witch. You helped me as a witch. Your voice charms me because of your power, and you try to leave me because of it. That is why I cling to you." He reached out his hand. He waited for her to take it. [Kalart] "The excuses you give mean nothing to me. So

[Countess] "Where are you going? Are you trying to run away now?" She walked through the air with ease, trailing Roserikta. Roserikta yanked the broom, suddenly changing direction and picking up speed. Even in a massive castle, the corridors felt cramped for flying. The constant turns and obstacles made her stomach churn. [Countess] "What are you doing?" The Countess showed her irritation. Though she appeared calm, the constant movement drained her mana. [Roserikta] "I’m tryi

Something was wrong. The voice would never say such things. The person Kalart knew would never demand the death of another without a reason. [Countess] "Don't just cut her throat. Slice her as much as possible. Cut her slowly so she screams in agony. I will watch everything with a happy smile." [Kalart] "......" [Countess] "Well? Hurry." The woman, now a confusing blur to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to press her lips against his. Kalart twisted his shoulde

[Countess] "......What?" [Kalart] "I doubt I looked that foolish to you. You already knew only you appeared beautiful to my eyes. That means you caused it. What is this? How do I reverse it?" [Countess] "......" She realized why he gripped her dress so tightly. He wouldn't let her escape until she spat out an answer. [Countess] "How arrogant." She let out a dry laugh. His face hardened. [Kalart] "To speak to me like that... you aren't human." [Countess] "You are quick to noti

The Countess clutched her stomach and vomited. Since she turned her back on the moon, everything touched by moonlight clashed violently with her body. Even the smallest amount felt like poison. Nausea surged through her, impossible to suppress. [Countess] "Ugh! Urgh! Ack!" She crawled across the floor, gagging. The life force she had stolen from the Royal Guards crawled out of her throat like insects. [Countess] "Ha... haaa... ha." She wiped her mouth with the back of her han

[Clobell] "Ack! What is it!" Clobellina jumped, tears and snot clinging to her face. [Roserikta] "It's just me. I’m back." [Clobell] "Waaaaah! Rosie!" She dashed forward and leaped onto the window frame. [Roserikta] "Wait! Careful, Clobell." The inner window frame offered no space for a cat's backside. Roserikta quickly caught Clobellina in her arms. [Clobell] "Rosie! Rosie!" Clobellina clung to her, acting like a spoiled child and ignoring her own weight. [Roserikta] "Oh, Cl

He dismissed the knight’s theory with a cold wave of his hand. [Kalart] "If that were the case, someone would have spoken up. I met with both men after they fell ill. Why would they stay silent until the moment of their deaths?" [Knight] "Oh......?" The knight’s eyes darted back and forth. He searched for an answer, but the Prince’s logic stood firm. If someone had cursed them to keep them quiet, they would have screamed the truth out of sheer spite before the end. [Knight] "

[Arad] "Lady Elona." He stroked her cheeks, his touch filled with regret. [Arad] "Please understand that this involves the safety of the Crown Prince. I want to tell you everything." She suddenly cut to the heart of the matter. [Elona] "Hmm. Doesn't Roserikta already know?" His eyes widened at the unexpected remark. Though he was startled, Elona loved his honesty. He could never hide a secret; his face revealed everything. He wouldn't even be able to flirt with someone else.

The Water of Life sprite, which had been dancing enthusiastically, vanished without a trace. Not a single stain remained on the page where she had poured the liquid. [Roserikta] "Just one more word. You could have left just one more word. Something so important." If the sprite had danced less violently, the effect might have lasted another minute. [Roserikta] "Unbelievable. To think a potion would get so carried away by dancing." As she muttered in frustration, the clump of h

She shook her head. Her voice, now a raspy scrape, sounded painful even to her own ears. [Roserikta] "Clobell is...... there." [Kalart] "I will send someone to bring her back." His words cut through the air like a blade. His expression held no warmth. Usually, he only wore this cold, indifferent mask when he wasn't with Roserikta or Clobellina. Having grown accustomed to his rare gentleness, his sudden icy tone felt like a physical blow. [Roserikta] "Are you going back to the

[Knight] "Ahem." An awkward cough echoed through the small, ancient kitchen of Versaryl Pharmacy. The knight, having followed them inside, felt like a clumsy intruder. Before the old but tidy hearth, Kalart and Roserikta stood side by side, brewing tea. Though she could have managed alone, he insisted on helping. When she turned toward the cupboard, he reached up and handed her the honey jar. Whenever she forgot her injured throat and tried to speak, he gently pressed his fin

[Roserikta] "……Ugh!" She jammed her fingers into the gap of the cabinet door with every ounce of her strength. One finger wasn't enough to pry it open. The effort sent a jolting pain through her hand, making her fear her bones might snap. [Eaton] "Soon……" He muttered as he yanked the strap. The tough leather bit deep into her skin. Her breath hitched, and her vision blurred into a hazy gray. Still, she refused to surrender. Crash! Smash! She practically tore the cabinet door