“Ah! That was there! The bitch who doesn’t even know who’s holding her leash and falls flat on her face? The one who doesn’t know gratitude with only the bloodline of a ruined kingdom……!”

Ezra, with her eyes rolling back, stomped into her bedroom. Paidan followed her, pretending to raise objections.

“If that doesn’t persuade her, we kidnap the princess just like the Duke did. The Duke is going to the Teshia Empire with the princess, after all.”

Excited Ezra, not even aware that Paidan was watching, took out a key from her secret drawer and opened the panel under the desk.

“That’s the way. How dare she stab me in the back? Better to kill her. If I can’t have it, neither can you, Cassard.”

Ezra, having lost her sanity, muttered in madness. The situation was indeed difficult to remain sane in.

The subordinate she trusted the most was captured pointlessly and imprisoned,

Shot by a commoner woman who should have been the clue to reveal the Duke’s corruption,

And even Princess Erwin, who should have been a valuable chess piece moving for her, was snatched away.

Every situation was set up by the Duke of Blahnath to get Ezra to bring the contract in person, and his last mission was to bring her to Blahnath territory with evidence of collusion with the Teshia Empire.

“Is there no contact from that damn doctor?”

“Yes. I did call, but… Shall I bring her?”

It was Paidan who had prodded Ezra to make a threatening call to Saib. He must have been grasping at straws, now that the nurse who should have revealed the identity of the drug possessed by the former Duke had disappeared.

There were a total of five unknown drugs seized from the former Duke’s villa. They had tried to reveal their identity by kidnapping or threatening several doctors, but no one could figure out what it was.

Wasn’t that more suspicious?

Ezra’s obsession with the drug grew more intense, and only one bottle was left after being used here and there for ingredient analysis.
So the only hope left in the yard where even the nurse had disappeared was that doctor who had been caught off guard by Ezra.

And in the process of threatening him, Feydan finally found out that Saib had played the role of the ‘whistleblower’ in the previous Duke’s incident. It was the harvest obtained after Meb disappeared.

“No, this time I go myself. That bastard is so insolent, I need to shove a gun into his head to make him come to his senses.”

(This is a time separator.)

Scaha was sitting blankly for a while after hearing Attila’s words. In fact, she could do nothing but sit or lie down, as she was not feeling well.

Scaha also knew the story that the male children of the Blahnath family were born with black hair and red pupils.

But she had failed to realize that the child in her womb would inherit the characteristics of the Blahnath family.

She had only cherished and loved him, thinking of Cassard as the only evidence of love, and a family to share the rest of her life.

With such thoughts, Scaha, who was unusually unable to sleep, had become lost in thought. Perhaps it was because she didn’t light the camellia scent that Derga prescribed to help with sleep.

Though the maid who looked after her bed seemed to have forgotten, she didn’t want to wake someone up at this dawn for such a thing.

As she dozed off for a moment, she heard the very faint sound of the latch opening. A sound so soft that she might not have heard if she had been asleep. A sound so faint that she might have thought she had misheard the moment she thought she had heard it.

But when she opened her eyes slightly, accustomed to the darkness, she was shocked to see a large silhouette approaching the bed, almost letting out a scream.

But there was no way Scaha could not recognize the graceful, silent footsteps and the solid silhouette of a man.

A figure she had seen countless times in his tent where the faint darkness seemed more natural.

Scaha couldn’t take her eyes off the man she had met again after two seasons. The tears welled up, and the pain in her throat was unbearable, but she held her breath, not wanting to reveal that she was awake.

He who had paused for a moment then turned back to the bedroom door to seem to instruct someone.

He lit the camellia scent on the tray he had just received and placed it near Scaha’s bed.

While he was turning his back to light the scent, Scaha, who had wiped away her tears, closed her eyes and struggled to conceal the breath that burst out irregularly.

Perhaps he had already anticipated it.

The moment she saw the soldiers in Blahnath’s uniform at Lindcoem Hospital.

The moment she rode the “Grand Agnoman,” the most expensive existing car, to Corvlo.

The moment when fresh freesias were put in the vase by the bedroom window of Pirpalle Palace every day.

“…….”

Even though she barely held her breath, she could not hide her shaking shoulders and hot tears.

Sitting on the bed where Scaha lay, he sighed softly and pulled up the thin blanket that had reached her waist.

He must have known that Scaha was awake. The uncontrollable tears had soaked the entire pillow.

Still, the two said nothing to each other.

In the silence of the dawn, Scaha cried, and he quietly watched over her.