Everything felt wrong. The entire situation defied logic. Did the love potion's side effects vanish? I thought he was about to fall for the Black Witch! They even held hands! I saw it with my own eyes! Why is this man acting like this? Perhaps he possessed a twisted habit of acting prickly toward those he liked. Roserikta thought back to their first meeting. No, that wasn't it. He had been so polite and gentle it was almost a problem. Maybe he just hates people interrupting h

Roserikta ignored the Black Witch's taunt. Instead, she studied Count Gibero on the bed. The Count would not last three days. Death was a certainty once the Black Witch targeted a soul. The only question was the timing. The man before her looked nothing like the person she saw yesterday. Overnight, his life force vanished, leaving only skin and bone. Over half of his grey hair had fallen out, making his scalp resemble a winter wheat field after a poor harvest. This is too str

Her voice cut through the quiet darkness. [Roserikta] "The Prince sees the Black Witch right now, doesn't he?" [Arad] "Hmm? What makes that so different?" [Roserikta] "The curse is not like the love potion. It doesn't force him to love her. But if he falls for the Black Witch while the curse is active, those feelings remain even after the curse breaks." His mouth hung open, his expression blank. If Lady Elona saw him now, their relationship might face a serious crisis. [Arad]

Arad's face turned even paler than Roserikta's. He had come to the stables alone to follow the Crown Prince's order to return to the capital. However, a suspicious sound from the carriage house stopped him. The soft, whispering voice belonged to the cat maid. He approached, wondering why she was there so late. The words grew clearer. They were words he couldn't ignore. Crown Prince. Curse. Black Witch. Love potion. Eye disease. Obsession. Every word sounded impossible. Not a

[Roserikta] "Thank you so much." She expressed her deep gratitude, unable to hide her admiration. [Roserikta] "I can't believe it. You finished so quickly." [Crow] "A witch of Versaryl praising us makes me feel proud. Though, these small friends did all the hard work." The Great Crow spoke while calmly smoothing the tips of his wings. During their last meeting, he had promised to help her face the black witch. He had taught her a way to call him without using magic. She only

[Raphael] "What on earth are you doing, Lady Odette!" The Pope and the other High Priests remained silent, but Raphael marched forward as if he represented them all. [Raphael] "How could you pour wine over the Saintess' head?" His overreaction confirmed Odette’s suspicions. [Odette] "You ignore my hair, High Priest. She threw water on me first. I simply returned the favor." Her voice echoed through the Great Banquet Hall. The Pope and the High Priests turned their attention t

[Charlotte] "Just because things go well in this life, you think you are someone special. No matter how much you struggle, you remain Han Suwan, the orphan." [Odette] "……." Odette lowered her gaze as the water drenched her. The soaked black veil clumped together and slid to the floor. [Charlotte] "What do you think happened to my family after you died? The police visits were a bit tiring, but they ruled it an accident. We received a massive insurance payout, and the business

Such gentle eyes. Two years ago, she only showed that expression to the slave. It was a softened face, appearing only when she placed a small seed of trust in someone. What is the difference between that bastard Johan and me? Johan followed the rules a bit more than he did. But that was all. In the end, they were both lunatics. No. In the sense that he even forced his subordinates to act, Johan was more insidious and coercive than Zion. Zion glared at Johan, consumed by horri

She clutched his arm before the bone could shatter. [Odette] "Your Highness, stop. I gave him my word first." He refused to release Zion’s shoulder. His gaze remained fixed on the Marquis, simmering with the type of loathing reserved for filth. His reaction was entirely justified. How brutally had Purifiers been tormented by Transcendents throughout history? Currently, Transcendents operated under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Military. However, in the distant past, they b

An S-class Purifier to counter Odette is entering the mansion. What more could I ask for? [Charlotte] "I want to bring in a maid. Someone of my choosing." Her request was far more trivial than he anticipated. [Rolf] "Of course, that is acceptable. Since you are joining us, Lady Charlotte, the identity of a single maid hardly matters." [Charlotte] "Then I am glad. I want to take a maid from the Count’s estate named Paula as my personal attendant." [Rolf] "......Paula?" Surpris

[Odette] "......Your Excellency?" The lazy elegance that usually clung to Zion had vanished. In its place, a lethal atmosphere pulsed around him. He radiated a raw, vulgar intimidation that suggested a profound familiarity with merciless violence. He projected a more primal and terrifying aura than ever before. With one arm completely drenched in blood, he looked like a wild beast ready to strike. [Zion] "Ha......" A sigh escaped him—a sound caught between a snarl of rage and

It was difficult to remain cold toward him when he spoke with such desperation, as if she were his only lifeline. The sound of his breathing, rising from deep within his chest, was what one would expect from someone who had just finished a full sprint. He radiated a heavy heat. In the current Johan, Odette sensed a frantic urgency—the same urgency she had felt as a child, desperately trying to grab the Count’s hand. And besides...... She didn't entirely hate it. It was her fi

[Odette] "What...?" Shocked by the identity of the person embracing her, she struggled to break free from his arms. Johan, however, refused to release her. Instead, he tightened his grip, pulling her deeper into his chest. She twisted her body, straining against him. [Johan] "Wait, Odette. Please, just a moment." His voice shook as he pleaded. Her arms stilled at the raw desperation in his tone. [Johan] "......A moment is all I need. Please, endure it for just a moment." That

Clobellina carried herself with a heavy sense of importance. She acted as if she were about to reveal a secret of life or death. [Roserikta] "What is it?" [Clobell] "Listen, we have to fight the black witch now. Don't we?" [Roserikta] "Yes. That's right." [Clobell] "Strength is the foundation of any fight. If you only eat greens, your stamina will vanish. So, feed me better...…" Roserikta fought the urge to stare at the cat's bulging belly. [Clobell] "Why are you looking at m

[Roserikta] "Sob, sob" In the dream, Roserikta wept. Tears rolled down her face without stopping. The sight of her own crying self felt pitiful. She was never the type to cry easily, so why were these tears falling? She looked young, perhaps not even ten years old. Even then, she lived with her grandmother. She wore a stiff, fresh witch’s dress with a clean apron tied neatly around her waist. [Grandma] "Rosie." She approached from behind. Grandma...... Even in her sleep, Rose

[Roserikta] "Huh? It opened quite easily." She tilted her head, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. Her performance hit the mark, forcing the guards to exchange puzzled looks. [Guard] "Then what the Captain said was......" [Roserikta] "Oh, the Captain? Is he feeling alright?" She pivoted the conversation instantly. Making Eaton a patient provided the cleanest exit from this mess. She reached out with exaggerated concern, pressing her palms against Eaton’s cheeks and forehea