“Just… remembering what happened in the Northern region. The actions I took seem funny now.”

“It’s natural to have such thoughts. Do you miss your hometown?”

“That too, but being stuck in the palace is getting on my nerves now.”

Leo hoped to return to the Northern region, but Artia seemed to have unfinished business, continuing to stay in the palace.

He could enjoy hunting as much as he wanted now, but it seemed like it was more enjoyable in the Northern region.

“Zen, did my brother mention the gym again?”

“Yes. He says he doesn’t need to be right next to it. He’s looking for something else to do.”
“If you don’t need bodyguards, then it’s all been said.”

Leo raised his head and chuckled.

Zen, looking up at the floating clouds in the sky, muttered.

“If you don’t need bodyguards seriously, it might be good to do it as a side job. It seems like you don’t want me interfering between you two.”

“Zen, are you upset?”

“Upset? No, I’m not upset.”

“He’s fallen in love. Love is something even a god can’t stop.”

Zen wanted to ask Leo if it was love, but he just smiled quietly, gazing at Leo.

“It seems like it.”

After finishing the exercise, Artia came to have a meal with Casus.

The delicious food on the table stimulated the sense of smell.

Artia enjoyed meals with Casus after exercising the most.

The combination of the feeling of having lived a sincere day and delicious food was undoubtedly the best.

However, today, Artia stared blankly at the food without touching it.

Casus, puzzled by her behavior, smirked.

“If this is your favorite food, why aren’t you eating it?”

Chicken breast with eggs on top was one of Artia’s favorite foods. It was low in fat and rich in protein, excellent for managing her figure.

Even considering her fondness for protein pudding, Artia’s expression wasn’t good.

“I don’t know. I just don’t have an appetite.”

“No appetite?”

“Yes.”

“It seems like you’re possessed.”

Casus raised his eyebrows.

Artia touched her forehead and frowned.

“Oh, just looking at it makes my head spin. Why is this happening?”

“Did you overdo the exercise?”

“No. I didn’t overdo it according to my standards.”

Artia shook her head.

‘Why does my stomach feel so uncomfortable?’

Gulp.

Suddenly, Artia pushed the plate away from her.

‘I’ve never felt so nauseous even when my body was weak.’

Casus gently swept Artia’s back and said,

“Even if it’s your favorite food, there are times when you don’t want to eat it. Are you okay? Is there anything you need?”

Even though she pushed the plate away, Artia smelled the food, and she even felt nauseous.

“Ugh.”

“?”

Artia placed her hand on her chest. Her heart was pounding.

“Ugh.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Ugh…”

“Doesn’t seem okay.”

Although she pushed the plate away, the smell of the food made Artia nauseous to the point of dry heaving.

“Are you feeling alright?”

Artia felt like her heart was sinking again, thinking it might be the curse of subtle disappearance.

‘No, this can’t be. What’s happening to my body?’

A feeling of being out of control.

Artia felt that this sensation was a precursor to anxiety.

‘Absolutely not. I can’t fall into the subtle disappearance curse again… Just kill me instead!’

Suppressing the recurring dry heaving, Artia tightly closed her mouth.

What she feared most was the disappearance of the muscles in her swollen body like a balloon losing air.
Since the dark magic was lifted, Artia had not had any nightmares as she engaged in intense exercise with Casus in bed and fell asleep immediately afterward. However, at this moment, she needed something to bring her comfort.

“F-fork!”

Anxious, Artia grabbed the fork on the table tightly in her hand.

With all her strength, she bent the fork.

The object that was just called a fork moments ago was now useless, its shape twisted.

“It worked?”

Looking at the bent fork, Artia sighed with relief.

Casus stared at her with a puzzled expression, wondering what she was doing.

Holding the bent fork in her hand, Artia muttered to herself.

“It worked. Fortunately, but…”

The anxiety stemmed from the fear that the strength to bend the fork suddenly disappeared.

Artia reassured herself by touching her thick arms and thighs, making sure the muscles were still intact.

“All good, so far.”

Thick thighs and firm biceps.

A moment to sweep away the chest that nearly fell apart.

“Ugh!”

Artia kept feeling nauseous.

“It’s not working. I need to call a physician.”

Whether it was dry heaving or bending the fork, Casus, worried about Artia’s condition, raised his hand to her shoulder. At that moment, Artia couldn’t stay seated and jumped up. Then, without finishing her meal, she rushed somewhere.

Perplexed, Casus opened his mouth, “W-where are you going?”

“To the gym!”

“What?”