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You insignificant little mortal.

Speak. What brings a mere creature meant only to wander beneath the sun

to dare disturb my eternal clumber?

I am afraid.

The young master has also inherited the family curse.

As it burns with voice.

There is no remedy for this.

Clemenia, you shouldn't run around like this with Chiron.

You're quite fragile.

Do you need any help?

I was just browsing.

Are you still pining after him?

He has not the faintest notion of your feeling.

Kairos is a duke. He's got that face and that body.

It's a crime not to love him.

You sweet little thing.

I didn't realize you thought of me so much.

Sirenia, you are to be engaged to Duke Kairos. I'm sorry. We adults decided it

without you.

Does Duke Kairos know about this?

Of course, it was approved by Duke Kairos himself.

Oh, my God!

I didn't expect Sirenia to be this shocked.

Please forgive me, Serenia.

Oh, my goodness.

It's really happening.

Duke Kairos, engage to me.

This is for you.

When we grow up, will you become my bride?

Huh? Why me?

So cute. You're the cutest little bear.

The witch in the forest. They say she is not one just anyone can meet.

Then how does one meet her?

They say she chooses first. The one she will summon.

Then we'll never see her in our lifetime.

Sirenia.

Has she returned yet?

I'm sorry, my lord, she has not.

You need not speak a word.

I already know why you have come, my lady.

In three days' time, on the night when the moon rises to its highest, come to

the cabin deep within the forest.

Whosoever faces the ancient dragon at the frost's edge shall be granted his

heart's deepest desire.

March toward the rising sun for 10 ,000 steps.

Then turn your back to the morning glow and tread 7 ,000 paces

through the blizzard's heart.

There, where the sky meets the frozen abyss, the edge awaiteth your arrival.

insignificant little mortal.

Speak! What brings a mere creature meant only to wander in the sun,

here to stir my eternal slumber? Please!

Lift the curse from my husband!

He doesn't deserve this suffering!

How foolish!

The curse will not take his life!

Instead, he shall endure a living death, spitting blood, broken and crumbling

forevermore. What you seek is not his salvation, but his mere

repose. I just... I want his pain to end.

Please.

Very well.

The curse shall part unto you.

And he shall endure.

Yet in that instant, his heart shall close itself to you forever.

He will look upon you, but love you no more.

Driven by a loathing he cannot name, he will repel you.

Do you still wish to bind this whole contract?

I do not care if he hates me.

If only he could smile once more.

I will bind this contract.

How strange.

The curse always came in cycles.

Where on earth have you been?

Especially for someone who claims to be a duchess.

Can you not hear my word?

It seems you've left your soul somewhere outside, to the point where you cannot

even understand a simple question.

Why does the sight of her make it hard to breathe?

It seems her grace has taken ill again.

Do you think the Duke is aware?

Just look at her. Perhaps he knows, and simply chooses not to see.

Was the knock merely decorative?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. You already are. If you have something

to say, be brief.

It's our second wedding anniversary today.

I was wondering if perhaps we might dine together.

Clause three of the prenuptial contract.

No private emotional engagement.

Surely you haven't forgotten.

You may stop pretending to be a loved wife.

I understand.

I'm sorry.

He will suffer, but he will not die.

But Lady Serena, you are slowly losing your life.

I will find a way to break the contract with Ad the Dragon.

No, that won't be necessary.

If he is well, I need nothing more.

So, tell us, how goes your venture?

I beg

your pardon?

Forgive me, Your Grace, but the Duchess is gone.

She has taken everything, Your Grace.

She will return.

As she always does.

This is for you.

When we grow up, will you become my bride?

Huh? Why me?

Been a while, Your Grace.

I heard that you inherited the Ducal title.

Congratulations.

Your Grace, that title still feels strange to me.

Still, thank you for the congratulations, Serenia.

The prenuptial contract is merely a custom of our families.

I hope you won't feel hurt by it.

Yes, I know.

I'm not taking it to heart.

Hmm.

However, there is one problem.

It might become troublesome if you end up liking me too much.

Me?

No, no, not me.

You must be mistaken, Your Grace.

I've already heard otherwise.

Are you still going to deny it?

What are you talking about?

In that case, Article 1.

Sirenia shall not stare at Kairos more than 100 times a day.

That's... That's completely unfair. It's a one -sided clause.

The way you protest makes it sound like you're admitting you do look at me a

hundred times a day.

No.

I've never done that.

Not very convincing.

Then I'll add a clause, too.

Article 2.

Kairos shall not make Serenia's heart flutter without good reason. That clause

is impossible to enforce.

You seem to flutter even when I merely breathe.

Don't tease me. This is supposed to be serious.

I am very serious.

Then we'll need Article 3.

Private interactions without proper cause are prohibited.

Then I'm adding a special clause.

This contract shall become void the moment both parties' feelings are made

clear.

Truly, you are always the one who puts me in a difficult position.

Has she returned yet?

I'm sorry, my lord, she has not.

No.

Send the knights out at once.

Do not return until Serenia is safely found.

My lady has returned!

The lady fell asleep immediately upon returning to the mansion.

As long as she has returned safely, that is all that matters.

Forgive me, have you seen my wife, Serenia? Not recently.

Sirenia? You seem rather busy lately. Is something on your mind?

Oh, nothing in particular.

She has not taken in another, has she?

The Duchess has returned from her outing.

She's out so often lately.

She must have found herself a man.

Forgive

me,

Your Grace, but the Duchess is gone. She has taken everything, Your Grace.

I just filled up Valserania!

How much longer must I wait for a single trace of my wife?

Allow me to assist you with that basket.

Oh.

You're great. We have a psychic.

A woman matching the Dutchman.

Listen up.

By order of the Duke, we are to scour every inch of Berthel immediately.

Master.

A broken vow, a setting sun.

I carried your cards into my veins.

While you fought for my faith. As

always, my words hardly matter to you, do they?

You have not changed at all, your grace.

So you are the Duke?

I am Martha Dionne Lowe.

As for Lady Therionne and myself... He is my husband.

No.

Your timing is most convenient, Your Grace.

Your signature is required on the divorce document.

Therionne.

The formal proceedings have already been prepared.

Kindly see them through.

The man you married leaves you alone like this?

It's not something you need to concern yourself with, your grace.

I have to tell you something.

What is it?

Tell me.

I admit I have been neglectful toward you. I apologize.

What use is that now?

I have already set my heart upon another.

Since when have you been seeing him exactly?

I see.

Could it have been from the times you were often away from home?

Yes, that's correct.

Do not think I will let you go so easily.

I'm nearly there.

When this curse fades away with me, we will find your light again.

Marquis, I am sorry to trouble you with such a request.

It's all right, I understand.

Serenia, it's Kyra.

Are you there?

Serenia.

Kyra.

Serenia, what happened?

I'm glad, Kyra.

No, don't close your eyes, Serenia. Look at me.

But it's you at the end.

The way I felt repulsed just looking at her.

Was that too?

Because of the contract with the dragon?

She was carrying your curse.

What you instinctively pushed away was not her.

It was the curse within her.

You may stop pretending to be a loved wife to the point where you cannot even

understand a simple question.