Chapter 5

Spring passed with countless sprouts budding, followed by summer with green foliage, and autumn when leaves fell. Finally came winter, when the entire world was covered in white.

 

It was around the time this cycle had repeated ten times.

 

In the meantime, Alice had started a dessert business with money she had saved bit by bit like gathering dust.

 

Based on memories from her past life, she had merely told the cook she hired—Denny—some of the dessert recipes she remembered, and lo and behold.

 

Thanks to Denny implementing them better than expected, people were captivated by the desserts they tasted for the first time, and the shop became hugely successful.

 

‘As expected, Denny was the right choice.’

 

Her selection and palate were never wrong.

 

Due to her absolute sense of taste, whenever she produced bread and desserts that suited her palate, those products would become scarce due to high demand.

 

However, what worried her was that later when the Duke returned, he might hold her accountable for poaching an internal staff member…

 

“What grounds would he have to hold you accountable over Denny?”

 

When Alice voiced her concerns, Ena spoke as if it were obvious. Though Denny would be quite hurt to hear such words, Alice quickly agreed.

 

The Duke wasn’t so meticulous and idle as to concern himself with the head baker. That was quite fortunate for her.

 

Going to the dessert shop with Denny every evening like this, it had already become a renowned dessert shop within the territory.

 

However, Alice’s ambitions didn’t end there.

 

After all, people should play in bigger waters.

 

‘I want to open a branch in the capital too.’

 

She had already earned enough funds to open a branch in the capital. To properly prepare for an uncertain future, opening a branch was the right move.

 

The problem was that now wasn’t a good time.

 

‘Because the war hasn’t ended yet.’

 

The capital had been most greatly affected by the great war that had continued for nearly ten years.

 

Therefore, consumption had greatly contracted, not only for commoners in the capital but for nobles as well.

 

The nobles were stockpiling food in their storerooms, not knowing how long the war would last.

 

And the first thing they cut consumption on was luxury goods.

 

Jewelry and expensive desserts—things not essential for basic necessities of life.

 

Since desserts were made targeting only the nobles’ purses anyway, there was no point if they didn’t open their wallets.

 

“When will the war end?”

 

“If I knew that, I’d have already laid out my mat.”

 

“Then I’ll bet on you and start a religious order.”

 

“What are you suddenly talking about?”

 

“When a country is in turmoil, people look for something to lean on… We’d make money by exploiting that.”

 

Ena pondered Alice’s words, then nodded.

 

“You mean make me a deity and create a cult? It’s a truly shameless idea, but doesn’t seem bad.”

 

Ena opened her mouth with a face that recalled the most important point.

 

“Then how would we split the profits?”

 

“I get 99, you get 1.”

 

“You might as well keep it all yourself.”

 

“How can you say that! I have a conscience!”

 

“I’m curious what it means to have no conscience by your standards, Miss.”

 

Ena looked at her with an expression of deep curiosity. Alice got up from the bed with an embarrassed face.

 

Her unkempt bangs, grown out messily, obscured her vision annoyingly.

 

“Oh right, what time is it?”

 

“Afternoon.”

 

Day by day, Ena’s answers became less sincere. She was treating her no differently than her own younger sister.

 

Certainly ten years ago it wasn’t like this…

 

“…Wait.”

 

Alice asked.

 

“What’s today’s date?”

 

“The twenti—”

 

“No, don’t tell me. Actually, I know.”

 

Alice quickly approached the wardrobe. Without even looking, she reached into the wardrobe and pulled out whatever clothes she could grab.

 

What ended up in her hands was a plain white turtleneck dress.

 

She quickly removed her negligee and changed into the dress.

 

“You should at least wash your face.”

 

“Can’t I just cover it with a hat… Fine.”

 

After washing her face in the basin Ena had prepared from who knows when, Alice wiped the moisture and checked the mirror.

 

She saw a woman with disheveled blonde hair reaching her shoulders.

 

Her youthful skin was fair and rosy, but the baby fat had completely gone, giving her an adult appearance.

 

She was a beautiful woman, just as described in the original work.

 

Though not a glamorous beauty like Karina, her upturned eye corners, as if proving she was her daughter, gave a sharp impression when she wasn’t smiling.

 

Whenever she looked in the mirror, she unconsciously recalled a dream.

 

In the dream she repeatedly had, there were no mirrors.

 

So she couldn’t know what she looked like there.

 

She could only hope that herself in the dream and her current self looked different.

 

Anxiety flickered in her blue eyes.

 

Because today was that day.

 

So she had to climb the hill before sunset.

 

After changing into the white dress, she checked the clock. It was already five o’clock.

 

“Oh no, El is going to be upset again.”

 

She clicked her tongue softly and hurried out of the room.

 

But while passing through the corridor, she heard voices. It was the voices of maids mopping at the landing.

 

“They said the Duke will return soon, so we should pay more attention to cleanliness than usual.”

 

“Really? More work to do then.”

 

Only then did Alice realize that the Duke was returning from the imperial palace. The mopping maid tapped her own shoulder and grumbled.

 

“My shoulders already feel sore.”

 

“Just bear with it. He’ll only stay for a day or two and leave again anyway.”

 

When she descended the stairs, the maids’ conversation stopped abruptly. Then they silently continued mopping.

 

These were routine occurrences whenever Alice appeared.

 

Before Edwin left for war, all the servants had been replaced.

 

The new ones always fell silent and averted their eyes whenever she passed by.

 

It was better than being bullied, so she had no major complaints. But they looked like they had much to say.

 

‘I wish they’d speak their minds freely just once, though I might get cursed to my face if they did.’

 

Her feelings of frustration with the silent servants conflicted with her reluctance to be cursed to her face.

 

An unforgettable fact was that she was the daughter of the woman who killed the former Duchess.

 

No one working at the ducal castle could possibly like such a person.

 

Alice wanted to ask what the Duke’s intention was in letting her stay here.

 

‘Should I ask him this time?’

 

They said the Duke was returning to the castle this time. Anyway, when he returned, he was always in his office, so finding him wouldn’t be difficult.

 

Of course, finding him and what happened afterward would be entirely her burden to bear.

 

“This time I’ll definitely ask…”

 

She had been making this resolution for ten years already. But whenever she stood before the Duke, she was too busy bowing and scraping to ask that question. No, ‘couldn’t’ was more accurate.

 

‘What if I get kicked out for asking unnecessarily?’

 

She didn’t want to create problems unnecessarily. Her goal was to make enough money to prepare for her retirement and escape the ducal castle.

 

Until then, she had to live as quietly as a mouse in the ducal castle.

 

With that thought, her footsteps naturally became quieter as she walked down the corridor.

 

When she exited through the main gate, the soldiers glanced at her and stepped aside.

 

Ten years ago, they had initially blocked her, saying she absolutely couldn’t leave, but after she slipped them some money, they quieted down.

 

‘Though that was actually quite a lot.’

 

Still, the money spent bribing the soldiers wasn’t particularly precious to her.

 

If she had been confined only to the castle, not only what she was about to do but also her business would have been hindered.

 

After walking a bit, she saw the familiar hill she’d been seeing for ten years.

 

Under the ancient tree atop the hill stood a tall, slender man.

 

She approached him with a broad smile as he stood with his silver hair braided to one side like his brother’s.

 

His face, beautiful as a god of beauty, was full of dissatisfaction as expected.

 

“What made you late again?”

 

He crossed his arms and looked down at her as if daring her to make an excuse.

 

“How can even your irritation be so beautiful?”

 

“Don’t change the subject, answer me.”

 

“Ha ha. Caught me.”

 

He was now a head taller than her, so when Alice got close, she had to look up to meet his eyes.

 

Existing between boyhood and young adulthood, he was now closer to a beautiful creation than a person.

 

Seeing his unchangingly grumpy face after pretending to be enchanted with her hands clasped, Alice realized her little trick wouldn’t work and scratched her head.

 

If she said she was late from rolling around in bed, with that personality of his, he’d surely make a fuss, right?

 

“Choosing my outfit…?”

 

“You agonized that much and chose that?”

 

Michael looked her up and down suspiciously. Alice gave a soulless laugh and looked at her outfit.

 

It was a plain white dress with no decorations.

 

Truth be told, she had just grabbed anything because she was too lazy to choose, but she couldn’t reveal that here.

 

“What’s wrong with my clothes? Will you respect my preferences?”

 

She spoke shamelessly instead. But Michael was unmoved.

 

“It looks like an outfit you just threw on because you were too lazy to choose. Be honest and say you came out after lazing around in bed.”

 

No, unless he was a mind reader, he couldn’t have said this. Surprised, Alice widened her eyes and said.

 

“Did you peek at me?”

 

“What are you even saying!”

 

Michael’s face turned red hot. Seeing his completely flushed face, she realized how he had taken her words.

 

A mischievous smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

 

“It’s okay, I understand. You’re at that age.”

 

Belatedly realizing he’d been had, Michael looked at her reproachfully.

 

“You’re really annoying.”

 

“Oh my, El has no manners but even his irritation is pretty?”

 

“I’d rather you curse me to my face.”

 

Michael rubbed his arms as if getting goosebumps. Alice wanted to tease him more at the sight but held back.

 

Today was a day for prayer, so she had to refrain from causing more commotion.

 

“Shall we go then?”

 

“I was about to anyway.”

 

Michael replied curtly and extended his hand to her. She tilted her head.

 

“I’m empty-handed though.”

 

At her words saying she had nothing to give, Michael looked at her with an exasperated gaze.

 

“Give me your hand. You almost fell last time.”

 

“Ah…”

 

Alice let out an exclamation as if understanding his meaning. To think he would show such consideration. What a thing to live long enough to see. At her standing there just staring at his extended hand, Michael’s eyes sharpened.

 

“What are you doing, aren’t you taking it? Then go by yourself.”

 

As Michael tried to withdraw his hand, Alice hastily grabbed it like someone whose tail was on fire.

 

Michael let out a hollow laugh at her appearance, never one to decline.

 

Not long after walking the forest path beside the hill, they saw a tower built of stones. They stood before it and began examining the ground around it.

 

“This stone looks good.”

 

Alice picked up two relatively flat and angular stones compared to the others.

 

Michael also picked up a stone and spoke.

 

“Does this really work?”

 

Michael looked at her questioningly. Alice shrugged and said.

 

“No news is good news. Since there’s no word, maybe it’s working?”

 

The war in the south still hadn’t ended. It was the largest-scale war in history, with empire clashing against empire.

 

Moreover, there was even a sacred ground at the border where the war was taking place, making the conflict even fiercer.

 

Fortunately, no news of Evan’s death in battle had arrived. Did that mean he had fortunately avoided death?

 

It was too early to feel relieved without confirming his safety directly. Not all news about war casualties reached here, given how many people died in the war.

 

‘And Edwin…’

 

Hearing news that came from afar, Edwin had become a commander a year ago. And the tide of war was rapidly tilting toward Elgorth’s victory.

 

Alice kicked a pebble rolling on the ground meaninglessly.

 

Watching this, Michael’s face scrunched up.

 

“What if you knock over the stone tower doing that!”

 

“Says the one who doesn’t really believe in it.”

 

“Still, I’d feel awful if it collapsed.”

 

Michael looked at the stone tower they’d been building for ten years and muttered questioningly.

 

“The war will end soon, right?”

 

“It will.”

 

Alice answered. But even as she answered, she felt a bit uncertain.

 

‘Will it really end?’

 

In the original work, this war had continued even longer. The battle between powerful nations was tense, with not an inch of concession.

 

Michael placed a stone on the tower and prayed. After that, Alice followed suit.

 

These two stones were for Edwin and Evan, one stone for each person.

 

Alice looked at the one stone Michael had placed and made a regretful sound.

 

“Wouldn’t it be better for Michael to increase it to two stones soon?”

 

At her suggestion to pray for Edwin’s share too, Michael looked disgusted.

 

“That bastard seems like he’d survive tenaciously even without my prayers?”

 

It was quite a scathing assessment, but Alice agreed inwardly. Edwin seemed like he would survive to the end no matter what battlefield he was thrown into. However, she replied without showing it.

 

“Still, El’s prayers would be more effective than mine…”

 

Michael, completely unaware that he had received divine blessing, looked at her as if asking what she was talking about. She laughed it off as if it were nothing.

 

“I have to go back first for medical treatment.”

 

Michael had been working as a doctor for two years, following his brother’s profession. That meant he had obtained his medical license two years ago too. A doctor at fourteen was the youngest in the empire.

 

“Good luck. I’ll get some air here and go back.”

 

“It’s dangerous, so go back quickly.”

 

“Okay. Got it.”

 

Alice waved her hand, seeing Michael off. He seemed anxious about leaving her alone, looking back toward where she was even as he walked away.

 

Alice waved her arms widely at the sight, as if to reassure him.

 

It was from two years ago, after Michael became a doctor and became her dedicated physician, that his overprotectiveness had begun.

 

She fell seriously ill every winter, so he seemed to think her body was as fragile as glass.

 

Since she didn’t dislike the protagonist’s attention, Alice didn’t correct his misunderstanding.

 

She hummed and lay down on the hill’s field, looking at the sky.

 

Watching the clouds drift slowly and the sky gradually tinged with sunset colors, she let out a peaceful breath.

 

A gentle breeze lightly tickled her forehead as it passed.

 

“I should pray one more time before going.”

 

Alice got up from the grass, stretched, and slowly walked toward the stone tower.

 

But there was a man standing beside it.

 

A tall man with a long build. The distance was too far to see his face clearly, but even from afar, he was very tall and well-built.

 

‘Is it Michael?’

 

But his hair color was darker than Michael’s, and much shorter.

 

Wanting to know who it was, she picked up a stone from the ground and carefully walked toward him.

 

‘If he tries anything funny, I’ll throw this stone and crack his head.’

 

At a glance, he absolutely wasn’t an opponent she could beat at close range.

 

The man’s frame was sturdy with broad shoulders. Like someone in a profession requiring physical strength.

 

So if anything happened, she had no choice but to settle it from a distance.

 

She actually had quite a talent for throwing.

 

Whenever she said this, Michael would laugh at her, calling it baseless confidence.

 

‘That’s all because he doesn’t know my true ability.’

 

Having become a doctor at fourteen with the protagonist’s buff, he would be unimpressed by ordinary talents.

 

Alice pouted and fiddled with the pebble in her hand.

 

But the closer she got, the slower her steps became.

 

Eventually her steps stopped completely.

 

She opened her mouth with a blank face.

 

“…Edwin?”

 

Definitely a face she was seeing for the first time, but an appearance that had been drawn countless times in dreams.

 

Edwin had returned alive from the war.

 

“Is it really Edwin…?”

 

When Alice asked once more, Edwin slowly nodded.

 

Even that gesture was breathtakingly captivating—a beautiful man.

 

His sculpted forehead, sharp nose bridge, and coolly closed lips were flawlessly perfect.

 

He looked so different from the Edwin she had last seen.

 

However, there was one thing.

 

One thing that hadn’t changed.

 

Ruby-colored eyes that stood out particularly against his pale skin.

 

Those eyes captured her clearly.

 

There was especially a strange sense of pressure she could faintly feel.

 

She swept over Edwin once more with wavering eyes.

 

In the process, when their eyes met, Alice hastily lowered her gaze.

 

‘I can’t win even from a distance.’

 

She hurriedly dropped the stone she had been holding. The moment she faced him, it felt like encountering a large wolf alone deep in the mountains.

 

No, it was more dangerous than that.

 

“Alice. It’s been a while.”

 

A while—unlike the light nuance of the word, their meeting was after ten years.

 

Alice, who had been looking down only at his shoes with her gaze lowered, flinched at those words. Then she awkwardly raised her eyes.

 

She couldn’t tell if this was a dream or reality right now.

 

Somehow it felt like time was flowing slowly around him.

 

He was waiting for her. As if telling her to meet his eyes again. Unlike in her dreams, he smiled at her.

 

Seeing that smile, Alice also smiled awkwardly.

 

“It’s been a while. You really came back alive…”

 

Her voice saying those words was more awkward than ever. Just from the nuance of her speech, didn’t it sound as if she regretted him coming back alive?

 

She had built a stone tower to pray for the fate of two people, so on an occasion where she should be shedding tears of joy, awkward words flowed out instead.

 

Alice lamented that she didn’t have the ability to turn back time.

 

As she continued to hesitate to speak, Edwin slowly approached her.

 

His gaze looking at her was cold.

 

At the fierce look, she unconsciously stepped backward. It was because she was reminded of her dreams.

 

‘It’s too similar.’

 

The decadent, beautiful man she had seen in her dreams was right before her eyes. Was this how herbivores felt when they couldn’t escape before a carnivore at the top of the food chain?

 

“Yeah, I just got back. But Alice wasn’t at the ducal castle.”

 

His red eyes were looking at her. A chilling gaze as if gauging something. Alice somehow felt a chill run down her spine.

 

“I was praying here. So is the war over now?”

 

Alice hurriedly changed the subject. Fortunately, Edwin answered her question.

 

“…Completely.”

 

Then had they won or lost the war?

 

Edwin’s face, which rarely showed expression, was difficult to read—she couldn’t discern even the slightest joy or sorrow.

 

‘Did Evan survive safely?’

 

Perhaps Evan had come too.

 

Alice carefully looked around, then suddenly glanced down the hill.

 

‘What’s that?’

 

She could see soldiers holding flags at regular intervals, heading toward the ducal castle.

 

They were wearing the Duke’s family armor, but the flags they carried bore the insignia representing the Elgorth Empire.

 

The procession stretched so long she couldn’t see the end.

 

Seeing this, a small thrill ran through her body.

 

She realized one fact.

 

“…We won the war.”

 

The war had been so long that this victory didn’t feel real. Having belatedly realized the victory, she felt her throat go dry.

 

The newspapers had reported several times on victories in battles he commanded.

 

Most recently, they had won a victory at a strategic point, dealing a major blow to the Sharn Empire’s forces.

 

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say this war’s victory was Edwin’s victory.

 

‘Then will Edwin take control of the family now?’

 

Since the Duke was still alive and well, it would be difficult to have complete control of the family.

 

However, having made remarkable achievements during ten years of war, a considerable portion of the power would become Edwin’s.

 

‘Of course, if Edwin kills the Duke, the story would be different.’

 

However, the timing when Edwin killed the Duke was similar to when he usurped the imperial throne.

 

The reason was simple. As soon as he got his hands on the Duke’s position, he immediately led soldiers and invaded the imperial palace.

 

At that time, the Emperor was also beheaded and displayed.

 

‘And I died before that.’

 

She suddenly felt a chill. Seeing her trembling, Edwin’s eyes darkened.

 

“You don’t look well.”

 

As soon as he received the order to go to war, the first thing Edwin did was replace all the existing servants of the ducal family.

 

If he wasn’t in the castle, those foolish lot would repeat the same actions.

 

To prevent this in advance, Edwin chose to replace all the servants. And he silenced the newly arrived servants the same way.

 

Had that silencing not worked well?

 

Completely unaware that Edwin was under such a misunderstanding, Alice hesitantly opened her mouth.

 

“I, I just didn’t sleep well…”

 

It was an excuse that would make Ena, who knew she had slept for over ten hours, burst into laughter.

 

However, worry appeared in Edwin’s eyes, unaware of the truth.

 

“Huh…?”

 

Alice stared blankly at his face that had gotten close, then held her breath with a gasp.

 

Edwin was firmly supporting her body with one arm, almost as if lifting her up. She could smell lemongrass from his embrace.

 

‘What’s this situation right now?’

 

“Edwin?”

 

“If it’s hard to stand, stay like that.”

 

“I, I’m fine. Edwin.”

 

“Your whole body is drenched in cold sweat.”

 

As he said, her body was soaked with cold sweat.

 

However, it was cold sweat from suddenly meeting Edwin.

 

Because this was the first time she’d felt such an overwhelming sensation.

 

‘I was a bit scared too.’

 

She couldn’t say that as it was.

 

While she was hesitating, he lifted her up completely.

 

“Eek!”

 

Startled, she grabbed his shoulders. She unconsciously noticed his broad shoulders. It was clearly an embarrassing and awkward situation, but strangely comfortable.

 

‘When did he get this big?’

 

At the end, he had definitely been a kid the same size as her, so this difference wasn’t familiar.

 

Meanwhile, now that he was actually holding her, Edwin’s eyes darkened at Alice’s body being smaller than he thought.

 

Unlike the skeletal frames he’d seen countless times on the battlefield, he was anxious about this small body that seemed like it would break and crumble at the slightest touch.

 

But strangely, the feel of the small body nestling against him was satisfying.

 

He wanted to ask directly if anything had happened while he was gone, but Alice would obviously brush it off saying nothing happened, just like before. So it would be faster to find out directly.

 

Edwin began walking with large strides in that state.

 

Alice, who had been about to ask to be put down in alarm, quietly closed her mouth after a moment, at the surprisingly good ride quality.

 

‘But why is Edwin here instead of at the ducal castle? Did he come for a walk?’

 

The moment Alice had that thought, she heard the sound of people rushing over from behind.

 

Seeing the armor, she realized the people who had rushed over were soldiers of the ducal family. Alice flinched at seeing their expressions.

 

‘The war is over but they look quite grim.’

 

The soldiers, their discipline taut as if about to jump into battle immediately, approached behind Edwin and said.

 

“Commander. There were witness accounts that the person went up toward this hill.”

 

“I’ve already found them, go back.”

 

Edwin ordered with a dry face. The stiffly tensed soldiers belatedly discovered her in his arms. Their eyes widened. Then they quickly withdrew.

 

‘Seems they were looking for someone.’

 

The question of why he was here was solved. But she quickly became curious about who they had been looking for.

 

Anyway, perhaps because Edwin’s legs were long, they arrived at the ducal castle quickly.

 

In front of it, servants had come out in a line to greet them.

 

They seemed to have already received news that Edwin was arriving here.

 

Alice’s lips twisted slightly.

 

‘If they knew, they could have told me too.’

 

Then she could have at least prepared herself mentally.

 

Being genuinely surprised, she couldn’t even give him proper words of welcome and only babbled strange things.

 

She turned her arrow of resentment toward the servants who hadn’t informed her.

 

But somehow the servants looked even more surprised than her.

 

Alice’s face flushed red, belatedly realizing her state.

 

“E-Edwin, put me down quickly.”

 

“Wait.”

 

Edwin looked at them and tilted his head.

 

“Bring a doctor. There’s an urgent patient.”

 

“What? Yes.”

 

The servant who made eye contact with Edwin hurriedly ran off. Alice tilted her head.

 

‘Is there someone injured?’

 

She slyly lowered her gaze to examine Edwin. She couldn’t see any injured spots. Then she looked around.

 

Everyone seemed fine, so she couldn’t see any patient in urgent need of treatment.

 

Edwin walked to her room still carrying her. Then he gently set her down on the bed as if she were a glass doll.

 

“Oh my! What’s this! Miss, are you sick somewhere?”

 

Ena looked at them with shocked eyes.

 

Then the door burst open.

 

“Alice! Are you okay? I heard you were on the verge of death.”

 

It was Michael. Alice’s blue eyes widened. Having finally grasped the situation, she thought with her mouth agape.

 

‘Don’t tell me, the patient is me?’

 

And what was this about being on the verge of death? Michael’s eyes examining her, who had instantly become a critical patient, grew strange.

 

“This is odd. Are you really sick?”

 

Michael belatedly noticed Edwin and was flustered. He didn’t recognize him for a moment, but from the familiar eyes and atmosphere, he quickly realized who it was.

 

Edwin Esteban had returned from the battlefield.

 

Michael’s eyes wavered as he realized what that fact implied. He slowly opened his mouth.

 

“The war is over?”

 

Joy that the war had finally ended and anxiety about his brother’s absence.

 

And surprise that the long, long war had ended in an instant.

 

His voice, coming out mixed with various emotions, was trembling without him knowing it.

 

Michael opened his mouth once more.

 

His face was complicated, tangled with expectation and anxiety coiled together.

 

It had already been ten years waiting for his brother.

 

“…Then what about my brother?”

 

Michael naturally asked Edwin about news of Evan. Alice also felt parched for the answer to come.

 

“Do you know where my brother is?”

 

Alice also looked at him with anxious eyes. Edwin shook his head.

 

Michael despaired, speechless, and she too lowered her gaze and let out a long sigh.

 

After a moment, Michael approached and grabbed his shoulders. Edwin looked at the hands grabbing his shoulders with an expressionless face. It was a look as if an insect had landed on him.

 

However, the other two people in the room didn’t notice his gaze.

 

The topic before them was too huge to notice such trivial things.

 

“You don’t know? How can you not know? You’re supposed to be a commander.”

 

Irritation naturally seeped into Michael’s tone. However, Alice, noticing the anxiety permeating his voice, looked at him with pitying eyes.

 

“El… I understand your feelings, but it can’t be helped.”

 

“You’re saying you understand this situation?”

 

Michael asked as if frustrated. Alice answered as if soothing him.

 

“Edwin can’t keep track of every single person on the battlefield one by one.”

 

“Haa…”

 

Michael let out a long breath and bit his lip. She could see his tender lips split and blood pool.

 

Alice asked Edwin.

 

“Maybe he’s alive?”

 

“The last time I saw him was nine years ago.”

 

“Th-then! You knew about him up to one year after he went to war?”

 

Alice’s expression brightened considerably. Edwin found it grating that she was so interested in Evan Elga. But he had to remain a kind person in front of her, always.

 

He recalled how she had sensed danger and stepped back when he had shown his edge briefly earlier.

 

“Was he alive then?”

 

At Alice’s question, Edwin nodded. Though he tended to forget about others’ affairs well, he searched his memory at Alice’s words.

 

Exactly nine years ago, Edwin had saved Doctor Elga when he was about to die on the battlefield.

 

He had settled the debt for treatment with the life-saving.

 

However, right after that, support forces dispatched from the Papal Court arrived, and Doctor Elga’s unit assignment changed to that side. That’s how their contact point disappeared.

 

‘Then he might be alive.’

 

Alice smiled brightly and rejoiced.

 

In the original work, the timing of his death was one year after participating in the war, so he had avoided that death.

 

Alice looked at Michael. She wanted to tell him, who had a gloomy expression, that Evan might be alive.

 

But she couldn’t easily open her mouth.

 

As the basis for that consolation, she couldn’t say she had read it in a novel.

 

‘Huh?’

 

But Edwin had been staring at Michael without taking his eyes off him.

 

Unlike his usual dry gaze at others, there was a different light in his eyes looking at him.

 

‘Could this be the timing when I should excuse myself?’

 

Alice unconsciously sneaked up from the bed.

 

“I have something to do for a moment, so I’ll step out.”

 

“Where are you going?”

 

Michael grabbed the arm of Alice who was leaving. Then Edwin’s gaze landed on his hand. Alice saw it. A cold flame rising in Edwin’s eyes.

 

She was extremely uncomfortable.

 

It somehow felt like she had become the unwanted guest in this place.

 

 

***

 

 

That night, Alice sent a letter to the Pope.

 

The content of the letter was about inquiring after Evan Elga’s wellbeing.

 

However, like ten years ago, no reply came.

 

 

***

 

 

“Good morning.”

 

Having returned from war, Edwin had been hard to see for several days due to his work in earnest as the heir.

 

However, there was one thing that was no different from before. That he came to her room every morning to greet her.

 

Fortunately, he still seemed to think of her as a friend. That point was very fortunate for Alice, but tiring.

 

‘I can’t greet him in sleepwear like before.’

 

The current Edwin had completely left childhood behind and was an adult. So she had no choice but to be forced to diligently change clothes every morning.

 

“Good morning…”

 

She also returned his greeting.

 

Looking at the tall, beautiful man before her eyes now, she was confused whether the Edwin she knew was really this person.

 

Was it allowed for someone who spent their childhood only on battlefields to be this elegant and noble in every action? This was cheating.

 

‘Even his voice is good.’

 

Edwin’s voice after going through puberty was an attractive tone anyone would find appealing.

 

With just his voice, he seemed capable of bewitching people and dropping them into the pit of hell.

 

However, as described in the original work, if you listened carefully, there was no human warmth.

 

‘It was like that when he was young too.’

 

If you touched him, it would probably feel like touching midwinter ice rather than human warmth.

 

A feeling that he seemed less human than before.

 

“Hmm, is it because of his appearance?”

 

She tilted her head and examined Edwin’s appearance closely.

 

To call him human, he was unrealistically beautiful with a decadent atmosphere flowing from him.

 

Edwin slowly touched his own face and asked.

 

“Is there something wrong with my face?”

 

For a moment she thought he was joking and was about to laugh, but seeing his serious face, she shook her head.

 

“No… I don’t think Edwin needs to worry about his face. Oh right, is your body okay now?”

 

She looked him over. His complexion was still pale as before, but overall he looked healthy.

 

He nodded.

 

“That’s a relief. But…”

 

Alice was genuinely relieved. She had been inwardly worried that the curse might have flared up because he hadn’t been able to receive holy power treatment.

 

“Is it okay to not receive treatment anymore?”

 

On the other hand, she was curious.

 

He hadn’t received treatment from Michael, so how had he lived normally for such a long time?

 

“I established a contingency plan.”

 

Edwin gave a faint smile.

 

During the time spent on the battlefield, he had mastered how to control his magical power while killing enemy soldiers.

 

The curse was a side effect of that excessive magical power, so as his magical power operation became skilled, it naturally disappeared.

 

However, he couldn’t tell her in front of her that he had escaped the curse by killing people.

 

Alice nodded as if understanding his words for now. Though her curiosity still wasn’t completely satisfied.

 

Seeing her expression, Edwin opened his mouth.

 

“Alice.”

 

“U-uh?”

 

“Have you come to dislike me?”

 

“…What?”

 

As if drawing back a curtain, emotions gradually revealed themselves on his face that had been expressionless throughout. With a sadly shadowed face, he said.

 

“I know you’re keeping your distance from me.”

 

“…”

 

“Ten years is a long time for anyone. Long enough for close relationships to grow distant.”

 

Edwin recalled Michael, whom he had met a few days ago. Conversely, in his view, the relationship between her and Michael seemed to have grown even closer over the ten years.

 

To be calling each other by pet names.

 

It twisted his insides and was unpleasant, but he hid his true feelings.

 

For some reason, she was afraid of him. In this situation, showing negative emotions would be foolish.

 

Instead, he opened his mouth to her with a calm attitude. So that Alice could feel completely at ease with him.

 

“But not for me. Alice. You were the one who pulled me out of that hell. How could I forget my life’s benefactor?”

 

Alice was at a loss at Edwin’s words.

 

Life’s benefactor?

 

Even without her, Edwin wouldn’t have died. The original work guaranteed that.

 

However, saying such words with such a face and expression made it seem like everything he said was right.

 

She was suddenly swept up in the feeling of becoming the world’s most terrible woman.

 

“I-it’s not like that… The idea that I’m keeping my distance, Edwin. It’s a misunderstanding.”

 

She denied it first. Thinking about it, what he said about her keeping her distance was actually true.

 

However, it wasn’t because of the time they’d been apart, but because of his appearance and atmosphere that had changed too much.

 

It was too similar to “him” who had killed her in her dreams.

 

She, momentarily identifying the dream with reality, had gotten scared on her own and kept her distance.

 

“Then Alice, we’re still friends, right?”

 

He asked with a worried face. She nodded repeatedly as if it were obvious.

 

“Of course! Once friends, always friends.”

 

“I’m glad you think so.”

 

“Yeah, I didn’t know Edwin thought that way too. I was thoughtless. I’m sorry.”

 

“Not at all. Alice.”

 

He answered with an eye smile. She felt an illusion as if bright flowers were blooming on his face.

 

However, she didn’t realize that even if it was a flower, it was a poisonous one. A splendid flower that, once consumed, would addict you and you couldn’t escape from.

 

 

***

 

 

After Edwin returned to his office, Alice belatedly remembered something she had forgotten.

 

‘I should have asked about Michael!’

 

Since Edwin’s return from the war, Michael hadn’t been reporting to work as her attending physician.

 

When Alice asked Ena about it, she shook her head, claiming ignorance.

 

If Michael had been absent due to illness, Alice would have known. Her lack of awareness suggested something else entirely.

 

She recalled the incident from before. The war had ended, but Evan hadn’t returned.

 

The implications were grim. Could Michael’s absence be related to this?

 

‘Should I visit his home?’

 

However, Michael fiercely guarded his personal space, detesting intrusions.

 

An unannounced visit might only pour fuel on the fire.

 

“I thought Edwin might know…”

 

But she couldn’t bring herself to bother the busy Edwin again. He was swamped with his heir training and family business, so busy he barely had time to breathe. She didn’t want to add to his burden by taking up his time.

 

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

 

‘Could it be Edwin?’

 

Alice, clinging to a sliver of hope, brightened and called out, “Come in!”

 

“It’s me. I’m sorry to disappoint you…”

 

It was Ena. Ena grumbled at Alice, who couldn’t hide her obvious disappointment.

 

Alice finally realized her mistake and threw her arms up in a gesture of surrender.

 

“Oh, it’s Ena!”

 

“Don’t pretend to be happy now. I’m writing today’s incident in my diary.”

 

“Come on, Ena, don’t be like that. You know I was just teasing.”

 

“I don’t know. Anyway, Miss, you need to get ready to go out now.”

 

“Why?”

 

“His Excellency the Duke has returned.”

 

Ena sighed deeply, realizing she had work to do.

 

“So it’s today. Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Ena?”

 

Alice recalled the maids whispering about Edwin’s return the day he arrived.

 

“I only found out today myself.”

 

“How did we end up in this situation?”

 

Alice sighed heavily and patted Ena’s shoulder. Since becoming close to Alice, Ena had also found herself subtly ostracized by the other servants.

 

Ena frowned at Alice’s openly sympathetic gaze. But with her hamster-like features, even when she tried to look angry, Alice couldn’t take her seriously.

 

Ena found this deeply frustrating.

 

“I’m content with my situation.”

 

“Then so am I.”

 

“Why are you so lacking in your own opinions?”

 

“I’ve entrusted my opinions to Ena.”

 

“Don’t leave such things to others.”

 

Ena grumbled, but her eyes betrayed a hint of genuine pleasure.

 

‘Honestly, she likes things like that? Ena’s heart is such a mystery.’

 

Alice slipped off her indoor slippers and changed into the flats Ena offered.

 

“You know, Ena reminds me of El.”

 

“The doctor?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“In what way?”

 

“You’ll scold me while still caring for me.”

 

“I was just worried about you, Miss, like you were my younger siblings. Scolding? That’s hurtful.”

 

Ena replied with a completely unhurt expression. Knowing Ena held grudges longer than she let on, Alice quickly apologized.

 

Ena had sulked over something completely unexpected before, so it was best to tread carefully.

 

Sometimes she would sulk so quietly that Alice wouldn’t even realize she was upset until much later.

 

As Ena led Alice down the corridor, she casually asked, “Are you happy to see him after so long?”

 

“Who? His Excellency the Duke?”

 

“The Young Master.”

 

“I thought I was going blind the moment I saw him.”

 

“You said the same thing to the doctor last time…”

 

Ena gave Alice a look that seemed to say, Is this woman really such a flirt? Alice cleared her throat defensively.

 

“Honestly, Ena, don’t you feel the same way?”

 

“I wouldn’t know.”

 

For some reason, Ena seemed to harbor a strong aversion to Edwin. Alice was puzzled.

 

As far as she knew, everyone except Ena liked Edwin.

 

It was inevitable, really. Edwin possessed all the qualities people admired.

 

‘Except for his personality.’

 

Still, unlike his original counterpart, the current Edwin showed genuine human warmth.

 

Why did Ena harbor such negative feelings toward him?

 

When Alice asked, she replied, “He’s… unsettling.”

 

She was fine when they met alone in the corridor, but whenever Edwin was near Alice, the way he looked at her felt chilling.

 

Ena deliberately avoided discussing him further. What mattered most was that the Young Master and Young Lady were getting along well.

 

“Edwin’s expressionless face can be a bit intimidating, I admit. But once you get to know him… he seems surprisingly kind and thoughtful.”

 

Alice recalled Edwin’s concerned gaze as he looked down at her.

 

She had only stumbled slightly, yet he had carried her all the way back to the castle, her feet never touching the ground.

 

Even now, the memory made her blush with embarrassment.

 

“Of course you would say that, Miss,” Ena said with a sly smile, looking at Alice. “He carried you to your room with such utmost care.”

 

Alice’s face flushed even deeper.

 

‘Why did Edwin have to carry me like that? I’m grateful, of course, but…’

 

As they chatted idly, they arrived at the main gate. There, they stood demurely, waiting for the Duke to arrive.

 

Alice had grown accustomed to this routine over the past decade, but the monotony made her yawn.

 

‘Hurry up and get here…’

 

Suddenly, she noticed something odd and tilted her head in confusion.

 

“But why isn’t Edwin here?”

 

Even though it was a welcoming party for their father, Edwin was nowhere to be seen. Alice kept looking around, wondering if she had simply missed him.

 

But before she could find him, the castle gates swung open.

 

Alois rode out first, leading the procession on horseback.

 

Having rushed straight to the capital after the war, he had returned as the Duke’s personal guard.

 

However, having proven his loyalty during the war, he too would soon join the Imperial Knights.

 

‘How diligent of him.’

 

Most people would prioritize seeing their families and resting after a war. Alois’s diligence was admirable, but it also bordered on being overly rigid.

 

Yet, having grown tall enough to perfectly fit his massive armor, he had matured into a handsome and dependable man.

 

According to the original story, Michael and Alois were destined to become close friends. However, their bond was severed when they both joined the war alongside Edwin.

 

“Does this mean Alois won’t die either…?” Alice murmured, wondering if he had escaped his fate of being killed by Edwin while trying to save Michael.

 

Hearing her mutter, Ena replied matter-of-factly, “The war’s over now, after all. By the way, Lord Erdman has become quite the handsome man in the meantime.”

 

It was a perfectly obvious yet insightful remark. Alice turned her gaze back to Alois, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

 

‘Armor has a different kind of charm than a uniform,’ she thought, her smile deepening as she recalled Edwin’s uniform-clad figure upon his return.

 

Lost in admiring Alois as if he were a masterpiece, Alice suddenly found herself meeting his gaze.

 

Alois’s face stiffened, and he immediately averted his gaze.

 

‘What’s with the evasiveness?’

 

Behind him, the Duke appeared, accompanied by his aide, Kaden. Was time the only thing that spared Duke Esteban?

 

Ten years had passed, yet he looked as young as ever. One might even believe he and Edwin were brothers.

 

“Your Excellency, was your journey here peaceful?” Elliot, the Duke’s butler, inquired politely. The Duke nodded curtly and dismounted his horse.

 

Even his descent was graceful and dignified, like a scene from a painting.

 

Like father, like son—every movement seemed to declare, “I am nobility.”

 

After a brief exchange with Elliot, the Duke’s gaze fell upon her.

 

The gaze she had expected to drop soon remained fixed on her.

 

‘What is this?’

 

This ominous feeling.

 

It was strange that he, who usually treated her like she didn’t exist upon returning to the castle, was suddenly showing interest in her.

 

He slowly walked toward her.

 

Toward Alice.

 

‘Surely not. It can’t be.’

 

Pretending not to notice, she tried to ignore the possibility that he was approaching her.

 

The Duke raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased.

 

“How old are you this year?”

 

“……”

 

“Answer me, Alice Garnet.”

 

“Pardon? Were you asking me…? I am eighteen years old, Your Excellency.”

 

“Annoying.”

 

She was abruptly told she was annoying. Alice’s eyes widened in surprise.

 

The Duke spoke with grave seriousness.

 

“If you continue using that tone, I’ll have your meals reduced to the bare minimum.”

 

“No, how could you possibly—”

 

‘Isn’t it only natural for me to speak politely when you use such an overbearing tone?’

 

Alice wanted to protest, feeling wronged, but she clamped her mouth shut. He looked like he’d actually do it.

 

‘But how does he know I’m so sensitive about food?’

 

Someone who didn’t know that wouldn’t bother making such a threat. And besides…

 

‘What’s wrong with my tone in the first place?’

 

He’s finding fault with the most trivial things.

 

‘Should I just drop the formalities altogether?’

 

“When is your birthday?”

 

“My birthday is… April 17th.”

 

Despite the sarcasm hidden in her heart, her tone remained impeccably polite.

 

In his presence, she was unequivocally subordinate.

 

The Duke, his expression thoughtful after her reply, slowly opened his mouth.

 

“Aries, the Ram.”

 

At first glance, her name and the constellation sounded similar. Alice instinctively went to exclaim, “Oh!” in admiration, but she quickly remembered she was in the Duke’s presence and clamped her mouth shut.

 

It was unlikely the Duke had suddenly become curious about her zodiac sign.

 

‘What’s he plotting?’ she wondered, but he spoke first.

 

“We will hold a grand banquet this evening. Ensure you attend, Alice Garnet.”

 

“Yes, Your Excellency…”

 

For some reason, she found herself invited to another suffocatingly delicious meal.

 

 

***

 

 

“Today will be a very meaningful day for you, Miss,” Ena said as she returned to the room, her expression resolute.

 

Alice replied with a lukewarm, “Really?” The fact that even Ena sensed something made her feel even more uneasy.

 

“You don’t seem very pleased,” Ena observed.

 

“Well, what if… what if they suddenly announce a farewell banquet and kick me out?” Alice worried aloud.

 

“If they were going to do that, they would have done it long ago. Don’t worry about it. Even if you were forced out, your business is quite stable. You wouldn’t end up starving on the streets.”

 

Ena knew exactly what Alice worried about most: the essentials of life—food, clothing, and shelter.

 

“Still, I’m just an employee of Lucia’s,” Alice countered.

 

“Still, Lucia is just your figurehead CEO,” Ena retorted.

 

Ena retorted, mimicking Alice’s tone perfectly. As she had said, Alice was indeed using Ena’s younger sister, Lucia, as the face of her business.

 

This was partly because Alice was too young to run a business openly, but more importantly, revealing the shop’s existence to the Duke would bring nothing but trouble.

 

It was best to keep it hidden until after her Coming-of-Age Ceremony, when she could leave the family and become independent.

 

‘Then why is he calling for me?’

 

Her shop couldn’t have been discovered. He wasn’t that interested in her.

 

Her pondering was cut short when a servant arrived to escort her to the banquet.

 

“It’s time,” he announced politely, gesturing for her to follow. This sudden formality felt awkward, as it was uncharacteristic of him.

 

Alice glanced back through the crack in the door and saw Ena waving goodbye.

 

The dining hall wasn’t far. As the servant opened the door, Alice stepped inside and gasped in awe.

 

“Wow.”

 

The banquet table was laden with lavish dishes. Alice stared at them, mesmerized, for a long moment.

 

But something felt off.

 

‘Why are there only two sets of tableware?’

 

One must be for the Duke, and the other for me…

 

‘Then where’s Edwin?’

 

Since this was a family banquet, his presence should be a given.

 

In fact, her being here was the anomaly.

 

Alice felt a wave of confusion wash over her.

 

‘Wasn’t this supposed to be a rare family dinner?’

 

Feeling slightly uneasy, Alice dutifully took her seat. That blasted Duke never kept his promises.

 

‘When is he going to show up? I’m starving. Would it be so bad to start eating?’

 

After a desperate internal struggle, she couldn’t resist any longer and reached for the food.

 

‘With this much, no one will notice if I just take one piece of bread, right?’

 

But at that very moment, the Duke entered the dining hall. Startled, Alice quickly withdrew her hand and sprang to her feet.

 

“Your Excellency, I hope you’ve been well.”

 

Her greeting came out far more formal than intended, a result of her surprise. The Duke raised an eyebrow at her awkward bow and nodded curtly.

 

“Clear the table.”

 

“No! You promised you wouldn’t!”

 

“Your voice sounds like a sycophant. It’s irritating.”

 

“What’s wrong with my voice…?” Alice felt genuinely wronged. ‘I’ll never open my mouth in front of this man again,’ she vowed inwardly.

 

The Duke, his arrogant expression unwavering, gestured for her to sit.

 

She obediently took her seat.

 

‘This is what it means to live as an absolute subordinate…’ she thought bitterly. ‘I’ll definitely become independent when I come of age.’

 

The Duke glanced at the food on the table, then at her.

 

Feeling like a thief caught red-handed, Alice spoke first.

 

“Is something wrong?”

 

“Remarkable how you managed to restrain your gluttony.”

 

“I’m not an animal…”

 

“I knew you had an appetite rivaling that of a beast. I’ll have to revise my opinion slightly.”

 

If her hand had moved just a fraction faster to grab the bread, she might have truly devolved into a beast.

 

Alice felt a strange irritation hearing such words from the Duke and retorted, “I don’t think that’s even considered excessive gluttony.”

 

The Duke ignored her defense and began drinking his wine. His habit of dismissing others’ words remained unchanged from ten years ago.

 

She decided to quietly wait for him to pick up his fork.

 

‘I just need to eat quickly and leave.’

 

“You haven’t asked why one person is missing. Did you already know?” the Duke asked, referring to Edwin’s absence.

 

Alice answered honestly, “Yes, I heard he was called away on urgent business.”

 

“I wanted to ask, but I didn’t think you’d answer.”

 

“That’s probably true.”

 

“……”

 

Alice could guess why Edwin wasn’t here.

 

‘He must be incredibly busy.’

 

That would explain why he hadn’t come to greet the Duke when he arrived at the castle.

 

Still, she wished he’d at least show the courtesy of answering her questions.

 

Alice sneered inwardly while maintaining a polite smile.

 

“Did you have something specific you wanted to say to me?”

 

“You’re impatient. This gathering seems to make you uncomfortable.”

 

“What are you talking about? I’m happy and relaxed to be invited to such a harmonious meal. Ha ha.”

 

The Duke’s eyebrows twitched at her response.

 

“It would be difficult to sound any less sincere, no matter what you said.”

 

Alice flinched. She had heard similar remarks from Ena, Denny, and Lucia before.

 

“A banquet will be held at the Imperial Palace in two weeks. You will attend.”

 

“Me? Attend?”

 

Alice desperately wanted to refuse, but she pressed her lips together, conveying her reluctance silently. The Duke took a sip of his wine and said, “As this is a celebration of the Empire’s victory, your absence would be an insult to the Imperial Family.”

 

For the record, insulting the Imperial Family carried an automatic death sentence by beheading. To avoid attending the banquet, she would have to risk her life. He truly was the ultimate tyrant.

 

Alice protested softly, “But… I don’t have an invitation.”

 

As someone of commoner status, there was no chance she would have received an invitation. It was doubtful the Imperial Palace even knew of her existence.

 

‘Perhaps the Emperor might remember me.’

 

She suddenly recalled her last encounter with the Emperor ten years ago.

 

But it had been so long ago that he might have forgotten her.

 

‘I hope he has.’

 

“Don’t worry about the invitation,” the Duke said magnanimously. “I’ll vouch for you.”

 

Duke Esteban had gone so far as to vouch for her. Now she had no choice but to attend.

 

‘His favor is anything but welcome.’

 

Alice felt deeply burdened by the fact that her first social gathering was none other than a banquet at the Imperial Palace.

 

And why would the Duke want to bring her, a mere dependent of his family, to such an event?

 

Especially a banquet held at the Imperial Palace.

 

As if sensing her confusion, the Duke spoke first.

 

“I intend to formally introduce you to high society.”

 

“…Why?” Alice asked, even more bewildered. Her status was closer to that of a commoner than a noble.

 

Why would she need to debut in high society, and why would the Duke be the one to arrange it?

 

“To formally register you in the family register.”

 

Alice couldn’t believe her ears.

 

Registration meant… the Duke was going to add her to his family register?

 

“So, you’re going to adopt me…? Waaah?”

 

“Then… was I never even on the family register to begin with?”

 

The Duke looked at her with a gaze that seemed to ask why she was asking such an obvious question. Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine.

 

‘I’ve been a complete outsider all this time.’

 

If he had kicked her out of the family long ago, she would have had no grounds to protest.

 

‘So, I was never even his stepdaughter?’

 

Similarly, she had never been step-siblings with Edwin.

 

But many things didn’t make sense.

 

First, even if she was a stranger by blood, it was basic practice to register the daughter of one’s married wife on the family register.

 

‘Why didn’t he do that?’

 

It was strange.

 

Secondly, the fact that he was only now offering to register her in the family register.

 

‘Come to think of it, in two weeks…’

 

It would be her birthday.

 

And the day she turned eighteen, marking her coming of age.

 

‘Wait a minute.’

 

According to her original plan, she was supposed to leave home immediately after her Coming-of-Age Ceremony.

 

She was supposed to enjoy a carefree life of delicious food and restful sleep—though she was already living that way now.

 

But now that plan had been completely derailed. Alice hurriedly spoke up.

 

“I appreciate the offer, but I’d feel guilty continuing to impose on you. I won’t forget your kindness, and I’ll repay this debt after I leave the family…”

 

“Did you say you’re leaving the family?”

 

“Yes…”

 

“Alice Garnet, you don’t think I kept you here out of the goodness of my heart, do you? I’m no philanthropist.”

 

‘I know that all too well…’

 

Alice watched him with nervous eyes. If she remained bound to the family, she would have no choice but to obey his every command.

 

“Then why haven’t you driven me out until now? Why have you kept me here?”

 

He retorted coldly, “You’ll find out at the banquet.”

 

Alice sighed.

 

She realized she wouldn’t get any answers from him here.

 

 

***

 

 

The Duke left the dining hall first. She, having stayed behind and eaten her fill alone, walked down the corridor with a frown on her face.

 

‘I’m full, but I don’t feel happy. This unpleasant feeling is new.’

 

She couldn’t understand why he had suddenly decided to enter her into the family registry.

 

‘There has to be a reason.’

 

But no matter how many times she asked, he never answered—so she would have to find out herself.

 

Lost in thought, she let out a sigh.

 

Once the Duke had made up his mind, there was nothing she could do.

 

And it wasn’t like she could just run away in the middle of the night.

 

‘Wait. If that happens, does that mean Edwin and I officially become siblings?’

 

Since Edwin was born in winter and she in spring, her birthday came much earlier—by age hierarchy alone, she would be the older one.

 

‘The day Edwin calls me his “older sister” is actually coming.’

 

Imagining him saying “older sister” in that low, magnetic voice made a pleased smile spread across her face.

 

‘That means I finally have a legitimate excuse to meddle in Edwin’s love life.’

 

That part, at least, wasn’t so bad.

 

As Alice entertained that thought, she completely forgot one crucial fact: she herself was in no position to be giving anyone romantic advice.

 

When she reached Edwin’s office, she knocked on the door.

 

“Come in,” his voice answered from inside.

 

Opening the door, the first thing she saw was Edwin seated in his chair, reviewing documents.

 

Unlike his usual perfectly tailored three-piece suit, he was dressed simply in a white shirt and black trousers.

 

‘He’s just sitting there, comfortably, looking at a single sheet of paper, and yet…’

 

There was something languid and intellectual about him. She found herself staring until his voice snapped her back to reality.

 

“Alice. Is something wrong?”

 

Edwin set the papers aside and focused his gaze on her. A deep shadow of worry lay across her face.

 

If she had any trouble weighing on her, he intended to clear it away immediately.

 

“Oh—no, it’s nothing serious. I was just worried because you didn’t come to dinner today.”

 

“…Dinner?”

 

A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes.

 

Alice froze.

 

‘What is that reaction?’

 

She’d assumed he was simply busy—but it didn’t look like he even knew about it.

 

“Did Father say something to you?”

 

At Edwin’s perceptive question, Alice forced an awkward smile and fell into thought.

 

‘I came here assuming he already knew!’

 

She couldn’t very well blurt out I’m your sister now and I want to leave the family! right here. She had no choice but to change the subject.

 

“He said there’s going to be a banquet at the Imperial Palace.”

 

“…That’s the first I’ve heard of it.”

 

Alice paused. He didn’t know about this either?

 

Confusion piled upon confusion.

 

Had she misunderstood the Duke’s words?

 

Or had the Duke lied to her?

 

But there was no reason for him to do that.

 

“He said it’s in two weeks. He told me to attend…”

 

She trailed off, lips curling into a faint smile as she recalled what the Duke had said before leaving the dining hall.

 

‘He told me to bring Edwin as my partner, but…’

 

Her thoughts drifted to Michael, likely alone at home, worrying about his brother who hadn’t returned from the war.

 

The thought soured her mood—but she knew this was the perfect timing.

 

This was the event that could finally connect Edwin and Michael.

 

‘Edwin definitely seemed interested.’

 

She recalled their reunion ten years later.

 

Edwin hadn’t been able to take his eyes off Michael, clearly intrigued by how much he’d changed.

 

Edwin, lost in thought, asked, “He told you to attend the banquet?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Hmm. Maybe it’s a debutante thing?”

 

“If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to.”

 

“That’s not it.”

 

‘If I don’t go, I’ll be accused of insulting the imperial family and get my head chopped off, obviously. And there’s also the family registry issue.’

 

But that wasn’t the most important part.

 

What really mattered was something else entirely.

 

She carefully chose her words.

 

“El hasn’t been coming to the family estate lately. I’m a little worried—do you know why?”

 

“Oh. If you mean Doctor El—”

 

Edwin spoke, and Alice’s eyes lit up.

 

‘So he does know something!’

 

“I told him to take some time off.”

 

“You did?”

 

“He seemed exhausted over family matters. I told him to rest. If he gets sick, I’ll assign another personal physician.”

 

“No! I’m fine, really!”

 

As Alice waved her hands, a deep smile formed on her lips.

 

“So you were paying attention after all.”

 

She hadn’t expected Edwin to be this considerate toward Michael.

 

Her good feeling only grew stronger.

 

Edwin studied her with a measuring gaze before speaking again.

 

“You want to take that doctor to the banquet?”

 

“Uh—”

 

He’d hit the mark exactly.

 

As Alice hesitated, Edwin’s expression cooled.

 

“As your partner?”

 

“No! No, that’s not it!”

 

She quickly denied it, realizing what he’d misunderstood—and laughed inwardly.

 

‘Is he jealous?’

 

Even in the original story, Edwin never openly showed his obsession with Michael.

 

He’d never had a relationship deep enough to reveal emotions like that.

 

Yet here he was, showing a clear reaction—at this exact moment.

 

She hadn’t even realized he might think she was interfering out of romantic interest.

 

‘Well… technically, I am interfering.’

 

Like a cupid.

 

But Alice knew one thing very well.

 

Most people hate others meddling in their love lives.

 

Her goal, in the end, was to quietly and secretly create opportunities for them to meet.

 

If her intentions were exposed, she’d only earn resentment.

 

So she decided to work behind the scenes.

 

“Could you take El with you? I’d feel bad leaving him alone at home…”

 

‘That sounded natural enough, right?’

 

She glanced at Edwin, but his face was completely unreadable.

 

Still, she was practically laying the groundwork for him—he wouldn’t refuse.

 

“Alice?”

 

Edwin suddenly called her name.

 

She startled.

 

“Huh?”

 

Resting his chin against the back of his hand, he spoke slowly.

 

“You can’t bring just anyone as a partner to a debutante banquet.”

 

Only then did Alice realize what he meant—and she was touched by his consideration.

 

“You don’t need to worry about me…”

 

Having grown up on the battlefield, he’d become far more altruistic than she’d expected.

 

Even so, he waited for her answer.

 

It seemed he wouldn’t respond until she told him who she planned to go with.

 

“…I was thinking of going with Ena.”

 

“The maid?”

 

Edwin recalled the woman who was always at Alice’s side.

 

Alice nodded.

 

“She said she wanted to visit the palace at least once. I thought I’d take her.”

 

“You must be close.”

 

Edwin smiled faintly.

 

Her heart pounded.

 

‘That smile is cheating.’

 

“Yeah… I guess.”

 

“But you can’t bring a partner of the same sex. Imperial banquets are very conservative.”

 

Alice already knew that.

 

In the original story, after Edwin ascended the throne, he brought Michael to a banquet—placing him where a female partner should have been.

 

Naturally, the nobles who had hoped to present their daughters were displeased.

 

One particularly “brave” noble had spoken up.

 

‘Two men attending together? Such a thing has never happened in the empire’s long history!’

 

Shortly after, that noble vanished without a trace.

 

No one needed to investigate the culprit.

 

And no one dared mention the disappearance.

 

The moment they did, they knew they’d be next.

 

‘He went that far to bring him.’

 

Alice had assumed Edwin would naturally take Michael.

 

She bit her lip.

 

‘Their story hasn’t developed that far yet.’

 

That made this opportunity even more important.

 

If they attended together—danced, drank, met eyes—surely something would happen.

 

“That’s just prejudice… You think so too, right, Edwin?”

 

She tested him carefully.

 

He set the documents aside and leaned back fully in his chair, looking at her.

 

She took that as permission to continue.

 

“So I’ll go with Ena, and you go with Michael. How about that?”

 

His fingers tapped against the armrest.

 

Once. Twice.

 

She’d expected immediate approval, but the delay filled her with dread.

 

‘This isn’t good.’

 

The silence felt suffocating.

 

Then—his hand stopped.

 

“Sorry, Alice.”

 

His gaze sharpened.

 

“I’m someone thoroughly steeped in prejudice.”

 

“…So that won’t work.”

 

 

***

 

 

“I got rejected.”

 

Back in her room, Alice told Ena.

 

After hearing the whole story, Ena nodded in agreement.

 

“That’s unexpected.”

 

“You thought so too, right?”

 

“Yes. I thought the young master would insist on being your partner.”

 

That… was not what Alice meant at all.

 

“And why are you so certain Edwin would naturally be my partner?”

 

“Didn’t you say he refused to let you take one?”

 

“That’s not what happened.”

 

Only then did Alice realize she’d skipped a crucial explanation.

 

After she clarified, Ena’s eyes widened.

 

“Miss, have you lost your mind— I mean, no.”

 

“Why stop yourself after saying it?”

 

“The fact that the young master let you leave unharmed is a miracle.”

 

Alice stared at her.

 

“It sounds like I deserved to get hit.”

 

“You suggested something that outrageous and still walked away safely.”

 

“What did I do wrong?”

 

“Honestly, I’m impressed he handled it so gently.”

 

Ena began rambling about reevaluating Edwin, reaching enlightenment, and other nonsense.

 

Alice’s frown deepened.

 

“I was just—”

 

“Generally speaking, telling him to bring Michael to a place meant for female partners is like asking him to publicly declare himself insane.”

 

“But—”

 

“But?”

 

She couldn’t say “that’s what happened in the original story.”

 

Frustrated, Alice thumped her chest.

 

‘Why did I have to read BL novels?!’

 

The fact that side characters in grim BL stories had normal societal norms was turning out to be a serious problem.

 

‘Couldn’t the genre ignore realism just a little more?’

 

At this rate, she would be labeled insane.

 

“They just seemed like they wanted to get closer. I was trying to help.”

 

“At this point, why not marry them off too? Want to officiate the wedding?”

 

‘That is actually my end goal.’

 

“And I wouldn’t mind being the officiant. I’m his older sister now.”

 

“…Older sister?”

 

Ena stared at her.

 

Alice sighed.

 

“The Duke is adding me to the family registry.”

 

“…What?!”

 

Ena dropped the basket she was holding, bread spilling across the floor.

 

“Oh no! The bread!”

 

Alice instinctively reached to pick one up—then froze under Ena’s horrified gaze.

 

“So you’re a real young lady now?”

 

“Was I fake before?”

 

“At least you weren’t this household’s young lady.”

 

“That’s a weird way to put it.”

 

Alice couldn’t refute it.

 

Ena sighed.

 

“I feel sorry for the young master.”

 

“When did Edwin become pitiful?”

 

“…Just because.”

 

She didn’t dare reveal that Edwin liked Alice.

 

The memory of his blood-red, ice-cold eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

 

Even worse—Alice had no idea.

 

“That kind of thing makes me uncomfortable.”

 

“I was joking.”

 

“Then why won’t you go with the young master as your partner?”

 

Unmarried or unengaged young nobles usually attended banquets with siblings.

 

“I wanted to go with you.”

 

“Miss…”

 

Ena stared at her, speechless—though her lips twitched in amusement.

 

“Either scold me or be happy. Pick one.”

 

“How could a mere maid dare scold you?”

 

“Then what was all that earlier?”

 

“Heartfelt advice.”

 

“That advice hurt.”

 

“Good medicine is bitter.”

 

How could one person lose an argument every single time?

 

Ena must have been a wronged spirit in her past life—mute, perhaps—reborn just to talk nonstop.

 

 

***

 

 

“At least I made it here…”

 

Standing before the Elga residence after several years, Alice felt both heavy-hearted and relieved.

 

“I wonder how furious El will be.”

 

Last time she’d shown up unannounced, she’d been scolded and kicked out.

 

Remembering that, she knocked.

 

“Michael Elga, are you home? Miss Alice Garnet will be visiting in five minutes— I gave notice!”

 

The door flew open.

 

Michael appeared, looking worn down.

 

His long silver hair framed sorrowful, beautiful eyes.

 

But the words that came out of his mouth were anything but gentle.

 

“Do you think that counts as notice? Who announces a visit five minutes before arriving?”

 

“Me.”

 

“Go home.”

 

“Nope.”

 

As he tried to close the door, Alice quickly shoved her foot into the gap.

 

He flinched and reopened it.

 

“Are you insane? Want your foot chopped off?”

 

“It won’t get chopped off just because it’s stuck in a door.”

 

She shrugged casually.

 

He stared at her like she was hopeless.

 

“The idiot who likes you, and the idiot who doesn’t realize it.”

 

“What does that mean?”

 

“Never mind. Come in or don’t.”

 

“I’ll come in.”

 

She slipped past him naturally.

 

He watched her, utterly dumbfounded.

 

Once inside, Alice stopped.

 

The scent was familiar.

 

Lavender candles—just like the ones Evan used to burn.

 

‘Come to think of it…’

 

The house was exactly as it had been the last time she visited.

 

Everything preserved.

 

She looked at Michael.

 

“If you’ve got something to say, say it.”

 

“No. I don’t.”

 

He grew more frustrated.

 

“I know it looks stupid.”

 

“What does?”

 

“Keeping a house like this for someone who may never come back.”

 

“I don’t think it’s stupid.”

 

She spoke calmly.

 

“If Evan does come back, wouldn’t he prefer a familiar home over a changed one?”

 

Michael said nothing.

 

But she felt the sharpness in the air soften.

 

She sat on a wooden chair, looking around.

 

Michael sat across from her.

 

“Want something to eat?”

 

“I won’t refuse the gesture.”

 

“I’ve never seen you refuse food.”

 

“They say even a ghost looks good if it dies full.”

 

He ignored her comment and placed a dessert box in front of her—nothing but sugar-loaded sweets.

 

‘His taste hasn’t changed.’

 

“So why are you here?”

 

“I was worried about you.”

 

“Normally you’d ask how I’m doing.”

 

Her fork stopped midair.

 

“Oh—right. Are you feeling okay?”

 

“Don’t make me beg.”

 

She smiled awkwardly.

 

“I’m glad. Edwin grew up wonderfully, didn’t he?”

 

“Why bring him up now?”

 

“He gave you leave because he was worried. That kind of attentiveness is very gentlemanly.”

 

She praised Edwin casually.

 

Michael’s preferred type was unexpectedly considerate people.

 

Like Evan.

 

But Evan was practically a fairytale character.

 

“I wondered why I was suddenly told not to come in. That was his doing?”

 

Michael laughed hollowly.

 

“Yeah. He did it out of concern.”

 

“Unwanted concern is just coercion.”

 

‘Oops.’

 

That was colder than expected.

 

She hurried to change the subject.

 

“Are you free in two weeks?”

 

“I’m on forced leave. Of course I am. Why?”

 

“Let’s go somewhere.”

 

She smiled, recalling the past.

 

“To where the hero defeated the Demon King.”

 

Michael flushed.

 

That memory—running around the capital searching for a hero—was a black mark on his youth.

 

“Why the capital?”

 

“There’s a palace banquet. Let’s attend.”

 

“I don’t have an invitation.”

 

“That’s why…”

 

She smiled shyly and grabbed his hand.

 

“Will you go with me?”

 

She knew it well.

 

When she asked like this, he couldn’t refuse.

 

He knew she did it on purpose.

 

Still, he couldn’t say no.

 

“But how are you invited?”

 

“I got an invitation.”

 

“…Why?”

 

She shrugged.

 

“…Fine. If you want to go that badly.”

 

Alice grinned.

 

Everything was going exactly according to plan.

 

 

***

 

 

The door to the silent office suddenly burst open.

 

Despite the uninvited guest entering without so much as a knock, the Duke continued smoking his cigarette with an unruffled air.

 

There was only one person in the world who would dare enter this place so rudely.

 

The aide standing nearby, Kaden, looked momentarily startled before giving a brief bow to the intruder and excusing himself.

 

“Why is the Imperial Palace summoning Alice?”

 

“How should I know the will of the Sun?”

 

The Duke replied as if it were obvious.

 

The moment Edwin heard that Alice had received an invitation to the Imperial banquet, he found the situation suspicious.

 

There was no conceivable reason for the palace to invite someone who was not even an official member of the ducal family.

 

And so Edwin knew—his father was pretending not to know.

 

Edwin’s expression, which had remained impassive the entire time, shifted subtly.

 

Toward something colder.

 

His neatly closed lips parted.

 

“There’s exactly one thing I approve of in our family. In Esteban, ignorance is not treated with tolerance or mercy.”

 

Edwin slowly swept his gaze over the Duke as he continued.

 

“And that applies even to those who share blood.”

 

Anyone could see that his posture was immaculate and his tone polite, yet the look in his eyes—directed at his father—was profoundly insolent and utterly devoid of warmth.

 

“And how can you be so certain that ignorance doesn’t apply to you?”

 

“Don’t you already know?”

 

“Are you saying you decide the standard of ignorance yourself?”

 

“You understand your child’s heart well, like a proper father. So if you wish to remain safely in your position, answer me now. What exactly is the Sun’s will?”

 

Edwin glanced briefly at the clock on the desk.

 

The gesture carried an odd sense of déjà vu.

 

“I’ve given you enough time to answer.”

 

“Didn’t you come here already knowing?”

 

The implication was clear—hadn’t Edwin already used spies to uncover the truth?

 

Edwin tilted his head lazily.

 

“There is something I don’t know.”

 

He didn’t deny it.

 

The Duke, resigned, finally spoke.

 

“I intend to officially register Alice Garnet into the family registry.”

 

“That’s a nasty wordplay.”

 

Edwin’s lips curved into a slanted smile.

 

It wasn’t a smile filled with killing intent.

 

And yet—it was dangerous.

 

The Duke realized quickly how much his son had changed in the past ten years.

 

Edwin no longer needed to show bloodlust to kill someone.

 

That, naturally, made him far more dangerous.

 

“Then let me ask one final question. Whose registry will she be entered into?”

 

“I can’t tell you that yet.”

 

From that alone, Edwin understood—Alice would not be registered under the Esteban name.

 

The atmosphere froze instantly.

 

The Duke’s refusal meant only one thing.

 

There were very few people capable of silencing the Duke of Esteban.

 

“…The Imperial registry?”

 

Edwin’s gaze sharpened like frost.

 

Having already found his answer, he turned on his heel.

 

The Duke grabbed him.

 

“Stop. Where do you think you’re going?”

 

“I’ve returned victorious from war. As a loyal subject favored by the Sun, it’s only right I inquire after His Majesty’s well-being.”

 

“You expect me to believe such an obvious lie?”

 

“I don’t understand. I thought Father shared my intentions.”

 

Edwin turned back and looked at him.

 

“To stop me, when you desire His Majesty’s death more than anyone. Wasn’t the ultimate goal for an Esteban to take the throne?”

 

The Duke frowned.

 

Now was not the time to reveal his true intentions.

 

“I’ve never said such a thing, Edwin Esteban. And if your goal is the throne, killing the Emperor alone won’t be enough.”

 

Of course, he knew Edwin’s ambitions went beyond the throne.

 

“I can eliminate his loyalists within a day.”

 

“No. There is an heir.”

 

At that, Edwin immediately thought of Grand Duke Wigmund.

 

A man who had inherited his title at a young age.

 

The Emperor’s nephew.

 

And the most likely successor, given the absence of direct heirs.

 

But Edwin knew—the Duke wouldn’t bring up Wigmund merely as an excuse to stop him.

 

He halted.

 

Fell silent.

 

All warmth and emotion vanished from his face.

 

Yet within his eyes, a cold flame raged endlessly.

 

The Duke sighed and pressed his fingers to his brow.

 

To stop him, he had revealed far too much.

 

But had he let Edwin go, the Emperor would already be dead.

 

That would have disrupted the Duke’s plans entirely.

 

Through this exchange, Edwin finally realized the truth.

 

Why Alice had been summoned.

 

What the registry truly meant.

 

He recalled the rumors surrounding the Emperor—quiet whispers among the nobility that he was infertile.

 

“But if he isn’t…”

 

Then this banquet made perfect sense.

 

Even the timing—why the Imperial banquet was scheduled on Alice’s birthday.

 

Ostensibly a victory celebration for the ten-year war.

 

In reality, a smokescreen to summon Alice Garnet to the palace.

 

Edwin spoke slowly, his face dry and expressionless.

 

“Is Alice the Emperor’s biological daughter?”

 

“Yes.”

 

The Duke acknowledged it.

 

This banquet was meant to unveil the Emperor’s daughter to the world.

 

A debutante ball for her.

 

“And does Alice already know?”

 

“The person involved ought to know.”

 

Edwin’s gaze sank.

 

The Duke, cigarette still between his lips, asked calmly: “Then will you kill Alice Garnet for the throne?”

 

***

 

 

Once word spread through the ducal estate that Alice had received an invitation to the Imperial banquet, the servants began looking at her strangely.

 

‘Well… it is strange.’

 

The news that she would be officially entered into the family registry had not yet reached them.

 

To them, she was little more than a guest—yet she had received an Imperial invitation.

 

Anyone would find that suspicious.

 

When someone knocked on her door, Alice answered from her bed, telling them to come in.

 

But the moment the door opened, she jolted upright.

 

It wasn’t Ena.

 

It was a young woman she’d never seen before.

 

The woman, wearing a deep navy dress, greeted her with a refined smile and a graceful nod.

 

“Good day. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

 

“…Who—wait, Richet?”

 

Every movement exuded elegance and poise.

 

When Alice noticed the green dove pendant on the woman’s chest, she immediately recognized her.

 

The woman introduced herself with composed lips.

 

“I am Richet Evans, appointed as your chaperone. I appreciate the familiarity, but for now, please address me as Lady Evans.”

 

In a gentle voice, Richet corrected Alice’s informality.

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

“It’s quite alright. One learns what one doesn’t know.”

 

But Alice’s mind was already fixated on one thought.

 

‘Why is Richet Ertmann here?’

 

The woman before her was Alois’s only sister.

 

Two years ago, she had married Count Evans and become Richet Evans.

 

Outwardly, she seemed perfectly ordinary.

 

But to readers, she was all too familiar.

 

She was the mastermind who schemed relentlessly to kill Edwin—one of the few who truly pushed even him to his limits.

 

‘They said Richet Ertmann was a genius.’

 

From birth, her brilliance had been legendary even in the capital.

 

Though Edwin’s intellect surpassed most in the Empire, Richet was the kind of genius that appeared only once in a generation.

 

She cornered Edwin again and again through elaborate plots, dedicating her life to killing him.

 

And her ending was—

 

“…Ah.”

 

Alice’s expression darkened.

 

Side characters had it rough.

 

Unaware of Alice’s thoughts, Richet spoke first.

 

“You are Lady Alice Garnet, correct?”

 

“Yes… um, what’s a chaperone?”

 

“A chaperone is a noblewoman who assists debutantes in adapting to high society.”

 

Though it was the most basic of questions, Richet answered kindly, without a hint of surprise.

 

Still, Alice felt increasingly confused.

 

Why would a Countess serve as her aide?

 

“Um… may I ask why you’re my chaperone? Was this the Duke’s order?”

 

“Yes. I’ll also be conducting etiquette lessons to help Lady Garnet prepare for her debut at this banquet.”

 

‘Even if I’m just a tagalong, I’m practically his daughter now—couldn’t he have warned me?’

 

Despite her bewilderment, Alice nodded.

 

At least learning from Richet meant learning properly.

 

“Please take care of me.”

 

“The pleasure is mine.”

 

As Richet smiled softly, her grim fate surfaced in Alice’s mind.

 

The curse Richet had spat at Edwin with her dying breath.

 

Richet had died seeking vengeance for Alois, whom Edwin had killed.

 

Yet Edwin had never wavered.

 

And every time he later saw Michael at his side, he recalled that curse and mocked it inwardly.

 

‘Edwin… your karma is immense.’

 

Almost everyone who crossed paths with him was doomed to die by his hand.

 

Including herself.

 

But right now, the most dangerous person was Richet.

 

With that gentle face, she orchestrated murders without hesitation.

 

A genius with execution to match.

 

An ideal ally.

 

A terrifying enemy.

 

‘This genre really teaches you not to judge by appearances.’

 

Even Edwin—beautiful enough to ensnare anyone—was monstrously cruel beneath the surface.

 

“To think you’re just as adorable as I heard.”

 

Richet smiled warmly.

 

Alice’s eyes widened.

 

“You knew me?”

 

“Of course. Quite well, actually.”

 

Richet covered her lips and chuckled softly.

 

A chill ran down Alice’s spine.

 

“…Did Alo—no, did Duke Ertmann say something about me?”

 

Richet recalled Alois’s words from long ago.

 

“Sister, there’s someone who looks at me strangely.”

 

“Perhaps she likes you?”

 

“If that’s the gaze of affection… it’s unsettling.”

 

Even mild-mannered Alois had found her memorable.

 

Richet had come today full of curiosity.

 

Meanwhile, Alice resolved to meet Alois personally someday.

 

‘I need him to say nice things about me to his sister.’

 

Offending Richet would be disastrous.

 

Sensing Alice’s unease, Richet smiled apologetically.

 

“He only said you were adorable, so don’t worry. I spoke out of turn.”

 

She took a book from the table and sat down.

 

“We don’t have much time before the banquet. Let’s begin the lessons.”

 

As Richet spoke cheerfully, Alice’s gaze drifted helplessly toward the bed.

 

‘I want to lie down…’

 

 

***

 

 

“Shall we cover tomorrow’s material in advance today?”

 

“Te—Teacher, maybe we should stop here for today… You look tired too.”

 

Richet was an excellent instructor, and Alice, by any standard, was a fairly good student. She had been concentrating excessively on the lessons, not wanting to fall out of Richet’s favor.

 

Growing ambitious while teaching Alice, Richet opened another book.

 

Inside were illustrations of a man and a woman holding hands and dancing side by side. It was a dance lesson—Alice’s weakest subject, given her total lack of coordination.

 

At this rate, she wouldn’t get any sleep and would be stuck in lessons all night.

 

Alice pleaded earnestly, but Richet shook her head.

 

“There’s still a long way to go. Don’t worry about me—worry about yourself, Lady Garnet.”

 

Richet stood up and told Alice to take hold of her, offering to be her practice partner.

 

And so, the real dance practice began.

 

As Alice stepped through the motions in a daze, she thought:

 

‘Ah… please save me…’

 

People were selfish creatures, after all—only seeking the gods when they needed them.

 

Alice’s sudden surge of piety sent her into fervent prayer. Naturally, her feet still followed Richet’s instructions faithfully.

 

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

 

‘O holy deity, you’ve heard my prayer!’

 

Alice’s faith soared to the heavens.

 

Unfortunately, the person who entered was Edwin.

 

“Edwin?”

 

Richet recognized him at once and bent her knee in a proper greeting. Watching the two of them together felt strangely unfamiliar to Alice.

 

In the original story, the first time these two met was after Alois’s death.

 

‘Back then, every meeting ended in bloodshed.’

 

Compared to that, this encounter was calm—almost gentle—which felt oddly surreal.

 

After surveying the situation, Edwin spoke.

 

“I have something to say to Alice. Just a moment.”

 

His red eyes swept past Richet. For a split second, Richet’s gaze lingered on the beautiful man.

 

“Is she busy?”

 

But she smiled vaguely, having sensed the chill beneath that brief eye contact.

 

It had been only a moment, yet she knew instinctively—this was a cruel, merciless man.

 

A man who did not regard others as equals, but as lesser beings.

 

And who believed that was only natural.

 

Perhaps out of stubbornness, she spoke.

 

“Yes, she is a bit busy… what should we do?”

 

The gaze that returned to her afterward was sharp—so sharp it seemed to say, ‘Watch your back at night.’

 

Richet laughed as if she hadn’t noticed, though cold sweat drenched her palm.

 

‘Honestly…’

 

Alice’s face visibly drooped. Her lips, which had curled up at the thought of finally escaping the endless lesson, now turned downward again.

 

“Oh, Sir Duke—would you have a moment?”

 

A bad feeling crept over Alice. Why was Richet stopping Edwin?

 

“For practical purposes, a male partner is far more suitable than a woman. I’d like to ask for your help.”

 

Unaware of Edwin and Alice’s relationship, Richet assumed this would inconvenience him—and deliberately provoked him.

 

‘At this point, he’ll probably just leave.’

 

She liked her diligent student too much to give her up now.

 

“W–Wait, Lady Evans—”

 

As Alice panicked, Edwin’s gaze shifted to her.

 

Feeling his eyes on her, Alice smiled awkwardly.

 

‘Why is he looking at me?’

 

She had assumed Edwin would refuse outright.

 

But instead, he waited—almost as if the decision was hers.

 

If she said no, he would withdraw without complaint.

 

‘But…’

 

Alice didn’t want to miss the chance to dance with Edwin.

 

‘When else would I ever get to dance with him?’

 

Soon, he’d only be dancing with Michael.

 

If this was her last chance, she wanted to at least match steps with Edwin once.

 

‘I could even see his face up close.’

 

Of course, there was a bit of personal desire mixed in. Opportunities to openly admire Edwin’s handsome face were rare.

 

Still, she had stepped on Richet’s feet countless times during practice. Feeling guilty, she’d apologized repeatedly, only for Richet to reassure her kindly that willingness to learn mattered most.

 

‘Edwin, though…’

 

…he’d probably dodge on his own, right?

 

“I’m fine with it if Edwin is.”

 

“Shall we dance one piece together, Lady Garnet?”

 

Edwin smiled faintly and held out his hand.

 

His slightly playful attitude made Alice smile as well.

 

“Alright, young lord. I’m not very good at dancing—will that be okay?”

 

She grasped his hand firmly.

 

Richet’s gaze turned subtle.

 

A man who seemed like he would never spare time for anyone was smiling and serving as Alice’s dance partner.

 

As Edwin looked down at Alice’s hand in his, he murmured softly.

 

“I haven’t danced much myself. I may be a bit clumsy.”

 

Yet in his eyes flickered obsession.

 

His grip tightened—like a tiger capturing prey, unwilling to release it. His gaze dropped to the hand he held.

 

For some reason, he didn’t want to let go.

 

Unaware of this, Alice recalled that Edwin had spent most of his life on the battlefield.

 

That thought eased her tension.

 

If they were equally inexperienced, he wouldn’t mock her.

 

Before the music began, Alice flushed as they took position together.

 

‘Why does this feel embarrassing?’

 

The faint lemongrass scent she always noticed became stronger as she drew closer to him.

 

The last time they’d been this close was when he’d carried her back to her room.

 

She glanced up at his face awkwardly.

 

‘He’s really handsome.’

 

Like a black-haired vampire from an ice castle.

 

Or a demon who seduced women.

 

‘If a demon like that tempted me…’

 

She’d fall immediately.

 

Caught staring, Alice met his gaze and hurriedly looked away.

 

‘Why did I dodge his eyes?’

 

Pure reflex.

 

As she flustered, his gaze shifted to Richet.

 

“Please begin the music.”

 

Richet lifted her violin.

 

Soon, a graceful 3/4-time waltz filled the room.

 

Lost in her thoughts about Edwin, Alice forgot the first step and panicked.

 

Could she really forget an hour-long lesson in an instant?

 

But her body began to move.

 

“Huh…?”

 

Her eyes widened.

 

She was dancing—smoothly, like flowing water.

 

‘Was I always this good at dancing?’

 

She quickly realized she wasn’t.

 

She was simply being guided by her partner’s movements.

 

‘He’s incredible.’

 

Even Richet, playing the violin, admired Edwin’s skill inwardly.

 

Among the many nobles she’d taught, few moved their bodies so naturally while dancing.

 

“Edwin… when did you learn to dance?”

 

Alice asked curiously.

 

“I received some etiquette training before going to war.”

 

Ten years ago—and he still remembered?

 

That level of skill went far beyond that.

 

Alice followed his lead blankly.

 

Once her steps grew steadier, she studied his expression.

 

‘He smiled earlier… now he’s blank again.’

 

As always, Edwin’s face was expressionless and dry.

 

Sometimes he smiled at her—but it felt like a transparent glass mask.

 

She suddenly wanted to see him smile sincerely.

 

His entire presence would change.

 

She realized she’d never seen him reveal his true feelings.

 

“What are you thinking about?”

 

“Nothing… Are you attending the banquet?”

 

Edwin nodded.

 

Of course—he’d been invited too.

 

But to attend, one needed a partner.

 

“With whom?”

 

“Rachel Thaleia.”

 

Edwin felt a twisted discomfort recalling that Alice would be attending with Michael Elga.

 

It was unfamiliar—and unpleasant.

 

Yet he couldn’t skip the banquet.

 

It was important to her.

 

He’d even considered ensuring Michael couldn’t attend.

 

But then Alice would worry only about Michael.

 

“Ah, Lady Thaleia?”

 

Rachel Thaleia—the sole daughter of Duke Thaleia.

 

A fitting partner for Edwin.

 

“And you, Alice?”

 

Though he knew already, Edwin asked anyway.

 

“Me?”

 

She hesitated.

 

She couldn’t reveal her plan.

 

The key was naturalness.

 

“Just… a close friend.”

 

“Michael Elga?”

 

“Uh—yes?”

 

She was startled he said the name outright.

 

But since Edwin was attending too, the truth would come out anyway.

 

“Yes. I’m going with Michael.”

 

“Do you really want to go with him?”

 

“Yes.”

 

She had to—her plan depended on it.

 

Edwin’s gaze darkened.

 

Only then did Alice realize how her answer could be misunderstood.

 

‘Hey, I’m not stealing your partner.’

 

She wanted to say that—but his gaze was too cold.

 

Her steps stiffened.

 

“It’s just… I don’t want Michael to be alone. Don’t misunderstand.”

 

“I’m not misunderstanding.”

 

He smiled.

 

“You’re just friends.”

 

She nodded quickly.

 

Not staying “just friends” felt dangerous.

 

Yet she was oddly irritated.

 

‘If you’re going to act like this, just partner with Michael yourself.’

 

He’d rejected that suggestion before—so why this now?

 

She thought carefully.

 

‘Ah. Maybe…’

 

Was he too shy to express his feelings to Michael?

 

She glanced at Edwin.

 

His icy face looked utterly incapable of shyness.

 

But even he was human.

 

Maybe people like him were actually more bashful.

 

Her lips twitched.

 

‘Guess I can’t help it.’

 

She’d just have to push them together herself.

 

She resolved to support their relationship wholeheartedly.

 

Soon, the violin fell silent.

 

Practice ended.

 

Richet praised Alice for a good first lesson and spoke before leaving.

 

“Tomorrow, the dressmaker Mrs. Millia will visit. I’ll come with her. See you then, Lady Garnet.”

 

Edwin returned to his office.

 

Left alone, Alice collapsed onto the bed.

 

‘Oh—why did Edwin come again?’

 

Hadn’t he had something to tell her?

 

Only then did she realize—

 

He’d come just to dance with her.

 

 

***

 

 

Late at night, moonlight dimly illuminated crimson eyes framed by jet-black hair.

 

“Did you find out?”

 

“It appears the imperial paperwork is already finalized.”

 

Edwin froze mid-sip.

 

After a moment, he spoke.

 

“Withdraw the troops.”

 

“Weren’t you planning to strike the palace immediately?”

 

“No. The plan’s changed.”

 

His gaze turned slowly to his subordinate.

 

“I’ll observe until the banquet.”

 

The man nodded.

 

As clouds covered the moon, he vanished.

 

 

***

 

Alice felt overwhelmed by her first banquet—but Ena was visibly thrilled.

 

“Ena, your smile’s about to reach the sky.”

 

“The young master is a wonderful man.”

 

Alice recalled something from the past.

 

“You said he was scary before.”

 

“What kind of noble even looks after servants?”

 

Ever since seeing the imperial invitation delivered to the Bolton estate, Ena had been humming nonstop.

 

For a fallen minor noble, such an opportunity was rare.

 

Especially for Ena—who had worked tirelessly since childhood to help pay off her father’s debts.

 

“Can I get a little credit too?”

 

“Yes. A little. Thank you, miss.”

 

“Do you have a partner?”

 

“I’m more popular than I look.”

 

“Aren’t you going with your younger brother?”

 

She had three brothers—five, eight, and ten years younger.

 

She’d been the head of the household since childhood.

 

“He married ages ago.”

 

“Already? He’s only two years younger than me… kids are fast these days.”

 

Marriage at twenty felt foreign to Alice.

 

“You’re just slow.”

 

Ena sighed heavily.

 

Alice pouted.

 

“Wouldn’t it be nice if a good man just fell from the sky?”

 

“If you want marriage so badly, lower your standards.”

 

“I’d rather live alone.”

 

“No, not that.”

 

Alice smiled and rested her chin on her hand.

 

“Then just stay by my side forever.”

 

“…Hmm.”

 

“Though only women forever might be a bit much.”

 

When Ena stared at her, Alice brightened.

 

“Want to work for Edwin instead? Wouldn’t it be more fun serving a handsome young lord?”

 

Ena wavered—then shook her head.

 

“I’ll stay with you.”

 

“Why? Loyalty?”

 

Alice was touched—until Ena answered honestly.

 

“If I work for him, I won’t be able to slack off. He seems strict.”

 

Very Ena-like.

 

‘Strangely convincing.’

 

Alice herself had no desire to work.

 

Her past life had taught her that leisure was supreme.

 

“We’re out of time. Change quickly.”

 

But Ena froze before the vanity.

 

Dozens of dresses.

 

Countless cosmetics and oils.

 

She rubbed her forehead.

 

Seeing her expression, Alice teased.

 

“This is your first time, huh?”

 

“I’ve never served a real young lady before.”

 

“Me neither.”

 

Just then, a knock—and several maids entered.

 

Some looked experienced.

 

“We’ll assist with your preparations today.”

 

Alice and Ena exchanged relieved looks.

 

 

***

 

 

“Who are you?”

 

Michael, who had been waiting in front of the carriage, spoke the moment he saw her. He looked genuinely startled by her transformation.

 

Holding the hem of her dress, she bent her knees slightly and greeted him playfully.

 

“I’m Lady Garnet.”

 

Of course, as of today, that surname would be changing—but Alice simply smiled sweetly at him. Michael looked a little apologetic.

 

“I should’ve put more effort into my own appearance.”

 

He was dressed neatly in light blue attire—clean and proper, but slightly out of fashion compared to the nobles attending the imperial banquet.

 

“No, it’s fine. Our El already has the most important thing prepared.”

 

Resting her chin on her hand, Alice smiled brightly.

 

“Your looks.”

 

People would be so captivated by his face they’d forget what he was wearing. Michael frowned, clearly fed up.

 

“Could you tone down expressions like that?”

 

“It’s fine if it’s just between us.”

 

His eyes narrowed.

 

“They say a leaking bucket leaks both inside and out.”

 

“I’ll be careful.”

 

Taking the hand Michael offered, Alice lifted her foot to board the carriage—and glanced sideways.

 

She spotted the black carriage that Edwin would likely be riding in. But only a woman stood in front of it.

 

‘Hasn’t Edwin arrived yet?’

 

The woman, with blue hair and a purple dress, waited in front of the carriage with an irritated expression, whispering something to the maid beside her.

 

‘Wow… she’s beautiful.’

 

Alice stared blankly.

 

How did such delicate features all fit on such a small face?

 

Even with her brows furrowed, she looked like a proud, elegant beauty.

 

Seeing Alice frozen with one foot on the portable step beneath the carriage, Michael followed her gaze and let out a dry laugh.

 

“Why don’t you just confess? Say you fell in love at first sight.”

 

“What if she runs away?”

 

Alice didn’t deny it and took the bait immediately. Michael looked even more exasperated.

 

“Honestly, you really are obsessed with looks.”

 

As she climbed fully into the carriage, Alice replied,

 

“That’s why I became friends with you, El.”

 

“Should I kneel here and thank you? ‘Thank you for befriending me purely for my face’?”

 

She shrugged at his sarcasm.

 

“No. I’ll collect my thanks later.”

 

After Edwin and Michael ended up together, she’d definitely need to be thanked for all her tearful efforts.

 

“The fact that you’re saying that—and that I’m sitting across from you as your partner…”

 

Same difference.

 

Michael muttered with a look of enlightenment as the coachman, having confirmed the passengers, set the carriage in motion.

 

“But is he really staying still?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“I thought he’d lose his mind when he found out we’re partners.”

 

Alice took a moment to catch up, then let out an “ah” as she recalled the dance practice with Edwin.

 

“He was a little scary…”

 

Not a little—terrifying enough to make her knees weak. Michael nodded, clearly understanding.

 

“You’d better watch yourself at night.”

 

He quickly guessed that the chill he’d felt at the back of his neck all week had been because of this. It wasn’t hard to imagine Edwin consumed by jealousy after hearing the news.

 

Normally, Michael couldn’t read emotions from those red eyes. But whenever Alice was involved, the hostility became unmistakable.

 

Edwin also possessed a sinister subtlety that ensured Alice herself never noticed it.

 

Every time Michael witnessed that behavior, he categorized Edwin as deeply unsettling.

 

This time too, he’d probably worn his mask perfectly in front of Alice.

 

‘Looks like he couldn’t even hide that precious jealousy this time.’

 

Wasn’t he the one who’d packaged jealousy as concern and forced Michael into taking leave?

 

Michael ground his teeth at the memory of that unilateral vacation order.

 

The man who usually hid his emotions beneath thick masks must have taken a real hit this time—enough that he couldn’t fully conceal it even in front of Alice.

 

That realization gave Michael a strange sense of relief—and amusement.

 

“Was it really that bad?”

 

Alice hunched her shoulders slightly. If even Michael was saying that about Edwin, then Edwin must have already shown him clear signs of affection.

 

‘Did I stick my nose in too much?’

 

Regret crept in slowly.

 

Michael looked at her with a peculiar expression.

 

Just what was Alice thinking as she lived her life?

 

Perhaps, Michael thought, she was Edwin’s greatest unsolvable problem.

 

 

***

 

 

“Ten years…”

 

Alice murmured as she looked out the window, feeling oddly displaced.

 

Ten years was certainly not a short time—the capital’s streets had changed dramatically.

 

“It feels more lively than before.”

 

Michael added, having noticed as well. With the war over, small merchants had flooded the streets, selling goods at discounted prices as though celebrating a festival.

 

Yet despite the vibrant scene beneath the clear sky, Michael’s expression darkened.

 

Seeing that, Alice felt anxious, recalling the unanswered correspondence from the Holy See.

 

‘I wish I’d gotten even a scrap of news.’

 

Not knowing whether Evan was alive or dead was suffocating. Would the Duke know?

 

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say there was nothing happening in the Empire that he didn’t know.

 

But whether even he tracked the movements of a single soldier…

 

‘Still, I should ask him if I get the chance.’

 

She’d been afraid to ask before, worried the original story might still be unfolding unchanged—but now, she couldn’t afford not to.

 

Last time, after the dinner, the Duke had returned to the capital immediately, leaving her no chance.

 

‘He’ll attend the banquet this time.’

 

He’d said he would formally register her into the family—there was no way he’d miss it.

 

Soon, a dazzling procession of carriages came into view.

 

Alice leaned slightly out the window. Michael scolded her for the danger, but she pretended not to hear and scanned her surroundings—until her eyes slowly widened.

 

The imperial palace, built of ivory-colored stone, stood right before her.

 

As Alice stepped down from the carriage, countless noble gazes converged on her.

 

They were filled with confusion.

 

They seemed puzzled that someone other than the Esteban young duke had descended from the Esteban carriage.

 

Many were also stunned by Michael’s beauty beside her.

 

Touching her face, Alice muttered,

 

“My face suddenly feels itchy…”

 

Stories about her had already spread like wildfire through noble society.

 

The stepdaughter who killed the former Duchess of Esteban.

 

Knowing she wouldn’t be fully welcomed here made her uneasy.

 

“It’s not something you did. You don’t need to feel intimidated.”

 

Michael said quietly. Alice knew he was right—but it was hard to walk with confidence.

 

“And now you’re officially part of the family.”

 

“…That’s true.”

 

Being able to openly meddle in Edwin’s love life was nice.

 

But even better—it would be immensely beneficial for her business.

 

The prestige would elevate her dessert shop’s image.

 

A noble-run dessert shop naturally drew more attention.

 

She’d even considered buying a title for business growth.

 

Having the Esteban family backing her wasn’t a bad situation at all…

 

‘So why does it feel so off?’

 

“Lady Garnet!”

 

A familiar voice called out. It was her chaperone, Richet Evans.

 

Relieved to see a familiar face in an unfamiliar place, Alice hurried over.

 

“Lady Evans! Have you been well?”

 

“Oh my, didn’t we just see each other yesterday? I’ve been quite well. Ah—and this is my husband.”

 

Richet gestured to the man beside her. He removed his black bowler hat and greeted them politely.

 

With brown hair and gray eyes, his movements were refined and gentlemanly.

 

“I’m Raymond Evans.”

 

Count Evans.

 

A tragic supporting character—a devoted husband who would die at Edwin’s hands while trying to save Richet when she was nearly killed by him.

 

‘I’ve met another person Edwin will kill.’

 

Alice smiled awkwardly and returned the greeting.

 

“I’m Alice Garnet.”

 

“Pardon me, but who is this gentleman?”

 

Richet had been eyeing Michael with unabashed curiosity.

 

Since Michael had been on leave at Edwin’s insistence and hadn’t visited the duchy, this was their first meeting.

 

Richet was instantly struck.

 

‘Even if the god of beauty descended to earth, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration,’ she thought.

 

He was uniquely beautiful among all present.

 

Naturally, one man came to mind.

 

Edwin Esteban.

 

If Edwin’s charm was decadent and intoxicating, this man felt like a sacred saint.

 

“He’s my personal physician.”

 

Alice nudged Michael discreetly. He frowned slightly and introduced himself.

 

“…Michael Elga.”

 

He disliked conversing with strangers he didn’t know. Alice found that oddly fascinating—how did someone so prickly treat patients?

 

“Michael Elga…?”

 

Count Evans stared at him in surprise.

 

“You’re the prodigy physician who earned certification at the youngest age on record. I heard you’re sixteen this year.”

 

“Oh my—so you’re that person?”

 

Richet looked at him in astonishment. She, too, had heard of Michael Elga before.

 

“You’re more beautiful than most women. You suit Lady Garnet very well as her partner.”

 

“Hehe. I’m not worthy.”

 

“What a lovely pair. Truly.”

 

Richet and Alice exchanged compliments enthusiastically.

 

Michael, meanwhile, looked thoroughly unimpressed by the meaningless chatter.

 

“Then I’ll see you inside shortly, Lady Garnet. Or should I address you differently this afternoon?”

 

“You already knew?”

 

“Yes. The Duke personally asked me to be careful.”

 

“I see.”

 

Alice laughed awkwardly, unease creeping in.

 

He’d gone so far as to summon Mrs. Evans and speak to her directly.

 

That meant this banquet held great significance for the Esteban family.

 

‘I’d better not make any mistakes.’

 

She should quietly debut and hide in a corner with champagne.

 

And above all, Alice’s most important objective tonight was to tie those two together.

 

“What are you staring at so slyly?”

 

“When was I—”

 

After being lightly scolded by Michael, Alice looked away and scanned the area again.

 

‘When is Edwin coming?’

 

There was still no sign of the Esteban carriage.

 

With their turn to enter approaching, Alice and Michael headed inside the hall.