Cleaning. Preparing meals. Other chores. Even the role of the lady of the house. If none of these were needed by him, then she had only one thing left.

Clad Euphris, a fierce yet pitiable fallen prince, couldn’t hide his agitation.

His sharply arched eyebrows and distrustful eyes were unavoidable, but his occasionally wavering gaze seemed to fluctuate between wanting to believe her and not being able to.

“Try it.”

His wavering gaze turned to the teacup. Yooan, just by watching his slow, persistent gaze, felt like she was tasting his layers of pain.

An ordinary person would have scoffed at such quackery, but…

“I don’t trust you; I’m verifying.”

If a person wants to verify something that badly, it’s a different story.

The man, suppressing some unknown emotion, downed the teacup in one gulp.

“Now, I’ve drunk it. What now…”

And Yooan, like the previous night, gently wiped the man’s moist lips with her fingertips.

Not just that, she stood up and moved close to him, cupping his cheek with her hand.

She boldly kissed not the clean cheek, but the one blackened by pain.

The man’s expression froze as if he’d been slapped, not kissed.

His face, foolish before the kiss, now showed its clean and perfect self.

It was because she had absorbed the pain again in that brief moment.

First in astonishment and anger, and then in shock at the sudden clarity of mind.

Yooan, keeping the surging pain locked in her heart, forced a smile.

“Remember? My prescription.”

“This is now…”

“Yes, this medicine and the warm closeness of a person. That was my prescription, and you must have felt its effect.”

So, please remember this time.

My prescription, and the clarity and absence of pain you now feel.

Yooan whispered quietly.

The man, looking as if he’d been struck on the back of the head, slumped over.

Yooan, like the previous night, brought him to bed and then groaned.

Biting her lip as if to bite it off, she poured out more pain on the bed than the night before, staring at the angelically sleeping man’s face.

The atmosphere in the mansion had completely changed from just a few days ago.

Especially the maids who had worked in the dark mansion for a long time, they glanced at the second floor where the master’s bedroom was and whispered among themselves.
The appearance of the pale and frail ninth mistress made the maids’ eyes eager to talk more than usual.

“You heard it yesterday too, right?”

“Our room is near the stairs, so even stepping out briefly, we could hear sounds… like something being suppressed…”

“Shh! Pretend you didn’t hear such things!”

“But the fact that such sounds came from the second floor in succession means…”

“Shh! There’s no need to make a fuss! The master has finally found his true companion, right? If you keep gossiping about this every day, what will you do in the future?”

The younger maids, their faces flushed, watched Yooan as she moved around, having recovered. The older maids couldn’t hide their sympathetic glances.

“Madam, do you feel unwell anywhere?”

“No.”

“I was really shocked, you know? Yesterday and even today…”

Hena too couldn’t hide her flushed face, revealing a look full of questions she wanted to ask Yooan. Each time, Yooan just faintly smiled.

Her heart had almost stopped from racing when she lied nonchalantly to Clad, but keeping secrets continuously from Hena, who almost exclusively attended to her in the mansion, didn’t sit well with her.

“Today, the master didn’t even call for the butler and just stayed quiet. I was really surprised. Normally, he would be shouting to make sure no strangers wander around outside the window…”

Hena excitedly continued her story but suddenly clamped her mouth shut.

Yooan guessed that the strangers Clad disliked were his previous wives.

“He has accepted you, Madam. Unlike before, this mansion now has a true mistress.”

Hena chattered excitedly again.

‘Has he really accepted me?’

Yooan had gazed for a long time at Clad’s sculpted face, peacefully asleep after she had poured out her pain last night.

And in the early hours of dawn, when his face started to contort in pain again, she returned to her room.

Even if his bedside was empty, Clad must have realized that Yooan had stayed by his side.

He would have noticed the teacup she had served still on the table, and the traces of her black hair torn out in pain and the cold sweat she shed would have remained by his side.

Yooan picked some herbs she had gathered yesterday, rolled them in a handkerchief, and tucked them into her pocket. Then, she glanced up at Clad’s bedroom on the second floor.

From behind the window, where there was no sign of life, the dark curtains suddenly closed!

Yooan’s eyes, which had been listless, widened a bit in surprise.