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Chapter 94 “Hold Me”: Late at night, Loic finally finished work and returned to his bedroom. After washing up, it was nearly midnight. ‘Annette must be asleep by now…’ His body was tired, but his mind restless. He leaned on the sofa in the sitting room when he heard small footsteps hurrying down the corridor. Immediately, Loic sat up and opened the door. Annette was just about to knock, hand raised midair. She froze like a startled rabbit, her wide eyes meeting his. “How did…- 3.0 M • Ongoing
- Chapter 93 The Appearance of a Rival Loic sat on the window ledge of Enolius’s room, staring outside. The tall spires and sweeping view of the Ducal Castle lay before him, but none of it was enjoyable. “My power… sealed?” he asked quietly. As the setting sun slowly painted the castle walls, Enolius replied, “It’s only a guess, but I do feel a faint, unusual energy from Her Grace’s body.” “But last time you said there was nothing.” Loic remembered when Enolius had once…
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- Chapter 92 The One Person The Marchioness bit her lip, as if finally giving up under my gaze. “Then at least let me go along!” From among the servants, Janet stepped forward. ‘Our Janet really loves to follow, doesn’t she. Must be very loyal to the Marquis.’ “Madam will feel so out of place here. She needs someone familiar to wait on her.” Janet quickly added, as if determined not to miss another chance like before. “And Young Master Raphael is terribly shy. He won’t…
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- Chapter 91 The Uninvited Guest “Wh-what’s wrong?” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “…What?” “At the lakeside. You said you had to leave first—that was because your symptoms started, wasn’t it?” Loic pressed his lips shut. “You should have asked me for help instead of just going back like that.” “That’s because…” “What, you didn’t even want to say one little word of request to me?” “It’s not that. I just… didn’t want to burden…
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Chapter 42 The hastily arranged lunch was just mediocre. It wasn't that it tasted bad, but it was far from the 'level of art' Alosha had boasted about. Alosha's lips twitched with embarrassment, but Whistler didn't voice any particular complaint. "You don't usually eat like that, do you?" "More importantly, Lady Alosha, are you usually that defenseless? How do you know what might have been in that food?" "If I'm with Your Grace, I could drink it even knowing it was poisoned." In her past…- 1.5 M • Ongoing
- Chapter 90 The Best Morning of My Life Loic woke up faintly. It felt like he’d slept for quite a while—his eyelids were heavy. Had the rampage calmed down? With his eyes still closed, he recalled last night. He’d been walking by the lakeside with the Grand Duchess, ran into the daughter of Avoir, and then a sudden irritability and dizziness hit him. Familiar signs of a rampage. Why? I was holding Annette’s hand just moments before. He didn’t know why, but once the symptoms…
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- Chapter 41 "A date? You mean to tell me that our Duke is going on a 'date' with that mysterious Lady?!" Crowler, who had been spying on Alosha after she returned to the residence, overheard her conversation with Kyle and turned as pale as parchment. Duke Whistler, known as the Empire's cold-blooded man, the charisma of the battlefield, had been tricked by that sly woman into exposing himself to the public. To Crowler, this was a great disaster that would shatter the Ducal House's…
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- Chapter 40 "...It seems you sold your manners to the trading company." At Whistler's words, Alosha's eyes widened, and she walked straight towards him. "Did news of my visit to the trading company already reach your ears, Your Grace? You're fast. Actually, you wouldn't happen to know who sent the assassin that attacked my house, would you?" "Nonsense." As if Whistler's cold tone meant nothing to her, Alosha approached his desk with light steps and stood before it. Her cheeks were…
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- Chapter 39 Walking down the corridor at a faster pace than usual, Crowler stopped in front of Duke Whistler's office and straightened his attire. After clearing his throat a couple of times, he knocked on the Duke's office door. "May I come in?" There was no answer, but Crowler opened the door and entered. Behind the desk, Duke Whistler was moving his pen without lifting his head from amidst the piles of documents. In the silence, broken only by the scratching sound of the quill, Crowler held…
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- Chapter 89 A Hot Night (2) “Where is His Grace?” Ignoring my question, Enolius looked at Whitley and asked, “How much does Her Ladyship know?” Whitley glanced at me, looking troubled. He didn’t seem sure how much I knew about the curse. I quickly added, “I know to some extent.” Norton and Whitley both looked to Enolius, as if it was his place to explain. Enolius pressed his lips together and rubbed the bridge of his nose, frowning. He seemed unsure where to begin. The…
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