‘Why…, why…, why…!’

Suddenly, the memories of last night flashed through Brody’s mind, like a fleeting spark.

‘Ga… in the potato field… I…’

She couldn’t remember why she went to the potato field.

Just as she was about to… forcibly attempt a deep kiss, entwining her fingers around his neck…

And then, just as her impression of Idan was unfolding, there was a moment when she uttered self-indulgent words as if her own kiss could be anything…

It came to her. And at that moment, her face turned bright red.

‘Oh, did I go crazy? Is it not a dream? Is it a memory? Is that me? Did I do such a thing last night?’

Brody denied her drunken self. She didn’t know why she got drunk and made mistakes, but black history was created like this.

Seeing Brody covering her face in agony, Idan, who suddenly wrapped his face, spoke with concern.

“Oh dear. It seems quite painful. I’ll go get some medicine.”

“I’m fine with medicine. I’ll make it myself. More importantly…”

She said, pressing her temples while wrapping her reddened face.

“I won’t drink anymore. Never again!”

“…”

Idan hesitated to agree.

Of course, it was evident that he was struggling with a hangover…

‘It’s a bit disappointing not to drink at all. The syringe was quite cute too…’

Idan recalled Brody’s face as she laughed softly.

But thinking about what happened afterward…

Well, it seemed better not to drink after all.

“Okay, it’s better to refrain from drinking.”

Brody, who hesitated but uttered Idan’s serious words, became even more discouraged.

“Haaah…”

Kneading the dough while sighing deeply, Brody wondered what on earth she had done yesterday.

She was sure she did something, but it was the first time she realized how uncomfortable it was not to remember.

Moreover, considering that Idan, who could usually overlook things, agreed with ‘it’s better to refrain from drinking’…

She must have done something terribly wrong.

Confirming that the dough was reasonably kneaded, Brody placed the bowl underneath and held a sterilized knife over the flame with her left arm.

‘Poke, I’m poking it. Poke.’

However, unlike needles, using a knife was challenging for Brody, who wasn’t a doctor or a chef.

‘Oh… this. It looks like I need to make a lot of medicine.’

Unintentionally making a larger wound than expected, Brody, who sighed deeply, quickly stopped the bleeding and wrapped it with a bandage.

‘Once I finish this, I need to make other emergency medicines too. And I have to come up with a way to defend myself. If I make a defensive barrier with plants where people can’t see, it might work somehow. But what about in an open area? I need to think about it. For an offensive means, I should make paralysis powder or pepper powder… and also…’

While pondering various thoughts and moving her body, the medicine was completed.

She sighed, placing beautifully reddish beads into the medicine bottle.
‘But if I vomited on my clothes… of course, the aftermath would be handled by the Commander… How much did I say to make him throw away the clothes? No, Brody, does it make sense for the film to cut off just because you drank alcohol?’

She tried to shift her focus to another direction, but her thoughts kept returning to the events of last night like a rubber band that was stretched and released.

‘Ah, I don’t know. Even if I worry about what I don’t know, what’s the point? Did I kill someone, did I do something? I must have said something embarrassing.’

“What are you doing now?”

“Whoa!”

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from behind, and Brody almost dropped the medicine bottle.

She barely managed to catch the bottle that bounced a couple of times and looked at the person who had approached.

Then, a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared.

“Liver… Chief of Staff?”

Looking at her reaction, Liver raised one corner of his mouth.

“Is it ‘Chief of Staff’ today?”

“…”

What is he talking about? Brody felt puzzled and blinked her eyes.

“Then…?”

What else do you call him? She called him that way all along, right?

Looking at Brody, who was puzzled, Liver raised one side of his lips.

“Yesterday, you said you’d call me ‘Liver Chief of Staff’ without ‘Chief’ after it.”

Yesterday? Did I? Did I meet this person yesterday? When?

‘Ugh, why yesterday!’

Now that she thought about it, Liver, who usually used casual language, was speaking politely to Brody.

Perhaps he was trying to be polite because Brody was going to be the Grand Duchess.

She couldn’t remember, but perhaps yesterday’s conversation had some context.

Brody quickly grasped the situation and replied.

“Oh, right, Chief of Staff. But what brings you here?”

Not wanting Liver to know that she doesn’t remember anything due to being drunk yesterday, Brody asked with a casual demeanor.

Liver scrutinized Brody, who was trying to act nonchalant, and continued the conversation.

‘Oh, this attitude of observing people so obviously!’

Liver’s unchanged attitude still didn’t sit well with Brody.