Bolonico lightly smiled at Yuan’s bewildered face.

“There’s nothing to be surprised about, Your Highness. Your fame echoes even in that mansion. You’re an intelligent person.”

“Fame?”

“The Emperor has no interest in national affairs, so Bolonico, being bored, gathers talents and assists in various matters. Most of the proposals presented at the council need to pass through Bolonico.”

Someone from the mansion has been in contact with this prince.

‘My fame?’

Did I really only brag about myself?

Suddenly, Clad’s voice came to mind.

‘Don’t trust anything sent from the palace.’

Looking at the beautiful prince’s face filled with confidence that anything within his sight could be done as he pleased, Yuan thought that perhaps Clad’s continued caution and wariness towards some people in the mansion were due to this strange prince.

“How about escaping from that dreadful mansion and running away to Bolonico?”

“Thank you for the offer, Your Highness.”

Yuan straightened her trembling legs due to tension, trying to stand as straight as possible. She made her expression as neutral as possible, not to appear hostile.

“I am simply content with living like this.”

With those words, Yuan, who had brought a bouquet of wildflowers from far away and laid it by the gravestone of the late Imperial couple, left the cemetery as if running away.

The feeling of piercing gazes reached even the back of her head.

It felt very, very uncomfortable.

The carriage, which was quickly returning to Central Rockenheart, stopped in the middle of the forest path just after leaving the Viscountcy.

For no apparent reason, a chubby masked villain suddenly entered the stopped carriage.

About to scream, Yuan frowned as she confirmed the face of the villain who threw off the mask.

“Yuan!”

It was Sukbu.

Covered in sweat inside the mask, Sukbu, who seemed to be quite hot, leaned toward her with a worried look in his eyes.

“Did you meet Prince Bolonico? Huh? Did you?”

“How do you know that?”

“I saw it, so I know!”

Sukbu, puffing his cheeks, soon glanced outside the window and quickly lowered the curtain.

Startled and unable to even scream, Yuan quickly stood up with the thought of Marjorine’s seeds coming to mind.

“Sit down.”

“What did you do to the coachman?”

“The useless coachman and useless guards, who were late to realize that the carriage had been stolen, are rushing over now. If you just listen to me properly, nothing will happen, and you can go back gracefully with me.”

Yuan sighed in relief and distanced herself from Sukbu as much as possible, clenching her fist.

Sukbu, observing her dissatisfied and wary eyes, wiped his sweat-soaked face with a handkerchief.

“Listen to me well, Yuan. If you stay in that mansion, you will die.”
Yuan turned her head away, as if she was tired of Yuan starting again, the viscount placed the handkerchief in his pocket and tightly clenched his fists on his knees.

“There’s no time for a lengthy conversation since there are pursuers. Bolonico, the 1st Prince, is undoubtedly targeting our family.”

“‘Our’ family? I’m no longer part of that household. The affairs of the Pelieres are now for the Pelieres to handle.”

“You’re bleeding, Yuan.”

Yuan, who was quietly getting excited, quickly blocked her nose with the handkerchief. Indeed, as he said, warm blood filled the handkerchief.

Sukbu’s face tightened unpleasantly.

“Since when has this been happening?”

“Would you like me to check it? Even if you don’t know how to properly examine.”

“How audacious!”

Sukbu, as if about to strike her, wriggled his buttocks, messed up his hair, which was greased like someone encountering an unexpected variable, and had strands of hair stuck to his hands.

“This is an unexpected twist. Indeed. Looking closely, it seems so. Although it appears firm on the outside due to management, the area under your eyes is dark, and your face is pale. You often have nosebleeds like this suddenly, right?”

“Everyone gets nosebleeds occasionally when tired.”

“I’ve never seen you have nosebleeds like this even when you were more tired or sick. How could I not notice if it happened every day?”

Knowing she was tired and sick, did he still torment her like that every day?

Yuan expressed her emerging dissatisfaction with her eyes, continuing to staunchly block the still-flowing nosebleed.

While it was Yuan who had a nosebleed, Sukbu, with a pale face as if he had spilled his blood, did some hasty face washing.

“The curse of that dreadful family has manifested in you too, Yuan. And you still claim not to be a Pelieres?”

During Yuan’s momentary pause, Garrett Pelieres raised his voice.

“Have you forgotten why your sister died? Suppose she died because of her short lifespan in the imperial court. If she died because of a short lifespan, there must be a reason. Damn hereditary disease! Your sister slowly died with a face and symptoms just like yours. You should know better since you were close.”

“No, my sister and I are different.”

“What’s different from a hereditary disease?!”

Sukbu shouted frustratedly.