“I’m upset that you’re leaving,” Olentia said, and Fieta fell silent for a moment. It was utterly quiet. Thinking that he had left again, Olentia tried to fall asleep, but Fieta woke her up.

[Hey, how long are you going to keep him around?]

Wondering what he meant, Olentia opened her eyes narrowly and looked around, only to find Dimidius in the room. He came into the room once a day to check on her condition and then leave, regardless of whether Olentia was asleep or awake.

Olentia closed her eyes again and spoke to Fieta.

‘I’m not the one keeping him around. He’s the one sticking to me.’

[Anyway, get rid of him quickly. I’m against you being with that half-demon.]

‘Even if I need him?’

[That’s your choice, but… even if you become a real demon, will you be able to keep him around?]

A real demon, not a half-demon?

At that thought, Olentia immediately got goosebumps. Even though Dimidius had already left, it felt like he was still beside her. She felt a chilling sense of pressure.

But was there a possibility that Dimidius could become a real demon?

She had no idea.

Olentia sank deep into thought. Right now, recovering her body was the most important thing.

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“Is the detoxification complete? How is Lady Armeniaca’s condition?”

Dimidius approached the physician coming out of Olentia’s room and asked. His voice was full of urgency.

The physician naturally bowed his head in front of the duke and answered.

“The detoxification is complete. She seems to have a miraculous recovery ability compared to others, so she will probably recover soon.”

“Phew… what a relief.”

Dimidius let out a sigh of relief without realizing it and entered Olentia’s room. Just once a day like this. The time he spent with her was very important to him. Honestly, he wanted to stay in the room if he could, but he thought it wouldn’t help her recovery.

So Dimidius would very quietly look at her sleeping face and leave.

Olentia’s face looked even more haggard, probably because she had sweated a lot. Her lips were still pale and dry, and there was a slight tremor in her eyelids.

Even looking at her, he missed her.

He wanted to see Olentia, who was originally full of life.

Even if she said something bad, a healthy Olentia would be much better.

Dimidius desperately hoped that she would wake up safe and sound. If only Olentia woke up safely, he felt like he could do anything. The feeling was so overwhelming that it was a bit confusing.

Even when he ate, when he washed, when he was resting quietly, Olentia appeared before his eyes. Even though he knew it was an illusion, there were times when he would talk to her. Asking if she was really okay. When she would wake up.

At that moment, he thought he had really gone crazy.

The one who was not okay was him.

Dimidius often felt like his heart was so full that it was about to burst. He had never felt this way before in his life, and he wondered how far his overflowing emotions would go.

Dimidius’ heart pounded anxiously.

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As the fever subsided, her head felt so refreshed and good.

Olentia sat on the bed and gulped down the lukewarm water Bobby brought her.

“Wow! I feel like I can finally live now.”

Bobby brought an oil bottle with a very happy expression and applied oil to Olentia’s lips.

“Your lips were chapped. How do you feel now?”

Olentia rubbed her oil-coated lips and smiled brightly.

“Good. Thank you.”

“It’s been five days, my lady. I was really worried during that time.”

“Five days? I was lying down for that long?”

It was really surprising. She felt wronged for having been sick for a long time. The wedding was just around the corner. Ankedo really deserved a big punishment.

That’s when it happened.

Knock knock!

Someone knocked on the door and entered the room. It was Count Odor and Moring. Olentia looked at the two alternately with puzzled eyes.

“What is it? What’s going on?”

Count Odor sat down in front of Olentia on the bed and said,

“Moring told us many places where the escaped Ankedo might go. Thanks to that, we caught him.”

At the word ‘caught’, Olentia’s face lit up. She raised both arms and roared.

“Wow! You caught him! That’s such a relief.”

But the count’s expression wasn’t very good. He held Olentia’s hand tightly and said,

“I’m sorry for being late. I wanted to tell you the news sooner.”

“What do you mean? I’m so happy and glad right now!”

“Still, you! Doing such a dangerous thing!”

“Ah… I’m sorry about that.”

It was a mistake not to think that Ankedo would find out her true purpose. The world seemed much more scary and dangerous than she thought. Olentia felt it to the bone.

As Olentia’s expression sank, Count Odor hugged her.

“But I’m glad you’re safe. Just that alone makes your uncle grateful to God.”

In her uncle’s arms, Olentia had another thought.

‘If he knew what Fieta did, he would be surprised.’

Then Olentia spoke to Moring, who had a worried look on her face the whole time.

“I’m fine, so you don’t need to make that expression.”

At that, Moring buried her face in her hands.

“I should have stopped you from going alone, my lady.”

‘Was she regretting that?’

Olentia didn’t think that way at all. She would have gone to Ankedo’s estate even if Moring had stopped her. The prophetic dream bothered her, and her stubbornness wasn’t the kind to listen to anyone who tried to stop her. At that time, Olentia had a firm belief in her own thoughts and was filled with the will to achieve them.

Olentia said to Moring, who looked distressed.

“I wouldn’t have listened to you anyway. So don’t feel guilty or anything.”

“I’m glad you’ve recovered, my lady.”

“I’m usually healthy! I don’t normally collapse like this!”

“How could you withstand a liquid magical tool?”

“Right. That’s true.”

Then Count Odor brushed Olentia’s hair behind her ear and said,

“The archbishop is coming to visit you this afternoon. Will you be okay?”

Olentia was startled and trembled.

“The archbishop? For me?”

“Yes. He said he’s coming because your contribution was great in the Odor province church embezzlement case and the murder case of the administrator Thomas.”

“Of course I’m happy! I have something to tell him anyway.”

“There are only ten days left until the wedding. Don’t expect too much. Your uncle will introduce you to another man.”

Although Count Odor gave a hint, Olentia didn’t want to throw away the last remaining hope.

Olentia sent Count Odor and Moring out, quickly washed up, and got dressed.

She couldn’t greet the archbishop looking sick when he was coming.

By the way, where did Dimidius go when she was all better?

She had been secretly waiting for him, but he was nowhere to be seen today.

Olentia tilted her head after finishing her preparations.

‘What is it…? Where did he really go?’

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Archbishop Werbu came to Count Odor’s residence. Olentia thought it would be a bit rude to call him to the bedroom, even though it was a sick visit, so she invited him to the drawing room.

The archbishop politely spoke to Olentia, who had entered the drawing room and sat down.

“Are you feeling alright? I heard you were very sick for a while.”

Olentia picked up a teacup filled with warm tea and smiled brightly.

“I’m all better now. I’m fine.”

For a while, they exchanged words asking about her health. It was a remarkable development for an archbishop who disliked wasting time.

Then Archbishop Werbu got to the point.

“Thank you. Thanks to you, we caught the culprit. I heard you knew who the culprit was from the beginning. Is that correct?”

Olentia nodded.

“Yes. I heard everything Ankedo said in the church backyard. From then on, I started looking into what kind of person Ankedo was.”

“At first, no one would have believed that Ankedo was that kind of person, so it must have been hard for you.”

“I thought it couldn’t be helped since Ankedo had built up a reputation in the Odor territory.”

“Still, it’s amazing. How did you, a lady, think of trading the forbidden magical tool alone…?”

“I thought that was the only way to find out his location. Even though my stubbornness almost put me in danger, I don’t regret it.”

As a result, it seemed that Fieta woke her up at a dangerous moment, and Dimidius saved her.

‘And it would have been nice if I could use holy power.’

If she had such an ability, it seemed there would be nothing to fear.

Since the person who could create a white sphere was right in front of her, she became curious.

Olentia hesitated for a moment and asked him,

“Do you happen to know… how to create a white sphere with holy power?”

“…?”

“Of course you would know.”

“It was such an unexpected question… I thought you would talk about the wedding, my lady.”

“That’s true too. Is there really no way to cancel the wedding?”

Before the archbishop arrived, her uncle had already crushed her expectations, but the wedding issue was the most important to her.

Archbishop Werbu sighed briefly. It was as if he had received two difficult questions.

After a moment, the archbishop spoke with a serious expression.

“There is no way to cancel the wedding.”

“Ah…”

“Instead, as Count Odor said before, try changing the person. Someone else instead of Duke Luxus.”

Is this how it ends up?

Olentia’s energy drained, and the corners of her mouth drooped. But she might have known from the beginning that even if the embezzlement case and Thomas’ murder case were solved, the wedding issue wouldn’t change. So Olentia wasn’t very surprised and was accepting his words.

Olentia clasped her hands, which had become cold at some point.

“There’s only one way left for me. Then it doesn’t matter who it is as long as it’s not Duke Luxus, right?”

At Olentia’s words, Archbishop Werbu readily nodded.

“I will take responsibility for all of that.”

It was almost like making a promise without knowing who Olentia had in mind as a husband. Archbishop Werbu was sure to regret this decision in the future.

Olentia spent the rest of the time talking with him about how to create a white sphere. Of course, she didn’t tell the archbishop that she had holy power. It was too early for that.

Olentia was struck by the last thing the archbishop said.

‘First, you have to believe in your own power. If you don’t believe, you will never be able to manifest it.’