“Now, here is your share, Rosé.”

Kellen handed Rosé an envelope containing money inside the rickety moving carriage. It was a total of 1,000 silla, including a salary of 800 silla and a compensation of 200 silla for damages.

Rosé was unaware of the fact that Kellen deducted 100 silla from the compensation of 300 silla as a handling fee.

“Why don’t you take it?”

Kellan cleared her throat and peered into Rosé’s newspaper.

Curious about what she was looking at, she found an article covering the activities of the Blue Knights at the boundary in the princess’s palace. Among them, Rosé was focusing all her attention on one statement from Emmett.

Unconsciously, Kellen recited a passage from the article.

“Emmett Bovir announced plans to establish a new operational base in Bistiman. Emmett Bovir, the commander of the Blue Knights, who is engaged to the princess? Could it be you, Rosé…?”

Kellen’s eyes narrowed. Rosé folded the newspaper and snatched the envelope before Kellen could utter nonsense.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, Kellen. I’m just surprised they’re coming to the Bistiman.”

“No way. The emperor will never allow that. It must be just an increase in defense expenses.”

“That could be true.”

Rosé shrugged. It wasn’t the sight of his enormous d*ck that made her grow fond of him. Nor was it because of the way he moaned with his pretty face, which was cute.

‘At that time, so much c*m came out….’

Heh, Rosé’s mouth dropped open, inadvertently picturing Emmett’s c*ck in her mind.

A base stretched at a right angle, soft ivory-colored foreskin, the gl*ns poking through the foreskin, the pre-c*m oozing from the tip of the gl*ns like fruit juice…….

Having thought that far, Rosé quickly shook her head. What an obsc*ne thought, even in broad daylight!

She unfolded the newspaper again and focused on confirming the information.

「The Black Coak appearing in Monchen, vanished once again!」

Yeah, she rolled her eyes sleepily while trying to find this. An article about the Black Cloak. Rosé kept reading the article that Kellen had been noisy about.

Detoxify poison with just one finger, closing the barrier alone… something like that. But what Rosé was genuinely curious about was how she defeated Quamad.

The memories of that day were fuzzy. Especially the moment she faced the Quamad.

However, nowhere in the article was it mentioned how she defeated the Quamad.

It was natural. She was the only one who faced that situation directly. Unless her memories come back, it would forever remain unknown.

As Rosé sighed and was about to fold the newspaper in half, a line of the article entered her sight.

According to the words of survivor Alec Fabrio (25, the White Knight), the Black Cloak prioritized the Commander of the Blue Knights over other survivors for protection….

The rest was a mess. It lightly touched on speculative content that questioned the relationship between Emmet Bovir and the Black Cloak, merely trusting the words of a single White Knight.

From relatively innocent content about childhood friends to intense rumors of adultery since they were young.

Rosé put strength in her hands and crumpled the article.

‘Infidelity is too much!’

At the time, Rosé was unaware of the fact that Emmett had a fiancée. Of course, even if she had known, she would still have to pull down his pants to help him get rid of the dark magic poisoning.

“Sigh…”

Rosé shifted her gaze to the window. Her life in Monchen, which felt like stormy weather, had come to an end.

Now, what awaited her upon returning to Bistiman was a mountain of debt. The status window that she had previously displayed on the glass reflected:

Gold: -5,614 silla

If she paid back 1,000 silla here, she would still have a debt of 4,614 sillas.

Rosé banged her forehead against the wall of the carriage. Damn it. She simply couldn’t see a solution.

* * *

“Kellen, thanks for the ride.”

Rosé descended from the carriage with her luggage and bid farewell to Kellen.

Thanks to Rosé, Kellen was able to take an unfair advantage and became greatly prosperous, shaking the bottle of alcohol.

“You’ve worked hard, Rosé! Come on!”

Ugh, the smell of alcohol.

Rosé covered her nose and waved her hand until the carriage disappeared around the corner. The sound of Kellen causing a commotion reached her from afar.

‘The fence still looks like this.’

Rosé’s shoulders slumped upon discovering the battered fence. The fence remained in the same state that the debt collectors had left it in. It seemed Elion couldn’t fix it either due to the lack of repair money.

‘Did he go to do extra work today too?’

Such thoughts crossed her mind for a moment, but as soon as she entered the house, an unbelievably mouthwatering smell filled the air.

‘Could this smell be…?’

Rosé lifted her chin like a mouse raising its whiskers, following the tantalizing aroma of well-cooked meat.

Sniff, sniff. As she smelled it up close, she became more certain. It was the aroma of deliciously grilled lamb.

“Did you have a good trip, miss?”

Elion set down a large silver tray on the dining table in front of Rosé. Underneath the dome cover he raised with a look of accomplishment, there was enough meat to satisfy three people.

Rosé’s mouth opened wide, as if she had found a nugget of gold.

“Elion, how did you know I would arrive today? Whoa, really…”

Elion pulled out a chair for Rosé and nonchalantly replied,

“It’s nothing special. I just guessed after seeing the article about the Black Cloak in the Guttonben Gazette.”

“Oh, I see.”

Elion tidied his throat and skillfully sliced the meat into bite-sized pieces.

“I’m not sure if seasoning with just herbs and salt will suit your taste. Pepper has been hard to find these days.”

It would be a pity without the pepper, but they couldn’t afford to complain about it.

Rosé glared at Elion, who fearlessly served her a plate of meat. Then, she opened her mouth wide and put a large piece of meat right in.

Elion watched her with pride and poured mulled wine into Rosé’s glass.

Although the pepper was missing as expected, he enhanced the flavor with nutmeg, cinnamon, and ginger. It was enough to relieve her fatigue after a long journey.

“Mmmm, delicious!”

“Take your time, miss. Please have some boiled peas as well.”

“This is also tasty!”

Every time Rosé’s lips moved with delight, Elion’s smile grew wider.

His determination that there would be no meat side dish for a while crumbled with just one satisfied expression.

Indeed, it was a good decision to catch the sheep on the way. He brought it on a whim with the intention of shearing the wool and selling it, but now he realized that turning it into meat was a wise choice.

“Take your time to eat, Miss. Won’t the oil get on your lips?”

Elion said with a smile, as if scolding a puppy for eating kibble while lifting it up on its hind legs. But Rosé continued to eat, smearing her lips with oil.

There’s nothing I can do. Elion took out a handkerchief and approached Rosé, hunching his back.

“Excuse me, miss….”

But of all times, Rosé reached out her hand.

“Urk!”

Rosé hastily dropped the hand that was reaching for the salt shaker and looked at Elion, who unexpectedly grabbed her shoulder and groaned.

“Elion?”

He even staggered. What could be wrong? He clenched his teeth so tightly that the muscles on both sides of his jaw bulged.

“Why are you like that? Are you hurt somewhere?”

Could it be that her hand hurt Elion? But she only briefly brushed his shoulder.

“Elion? Did you get hurt?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Elion, who raised the corners of his mouth as if he were doing his best not to die, said with a nonchalant voice.

“I bumped into some people while roaming around the market… I must have hurt myself.”

“Could it be because of the pepper? I told you it was hard to find.”

“Oh, yes… that’s right. Miss.”

But even with her question answered, Rosé’s face went from relieved to worried in no time.

It was because Elion’s complexion was noticeably dark. There was even a cold sweat on his forehead.

“This won’t do. I’ll fetch something for you to apply, even if it’s a hot pack!”

“No, it’s fine! Really, it’s fine, Miss.”

Elion urgently grabbed Rosé, who was about to get up from her chair.

The injury was not one that could be solved with a hot pack. Fortunately, his immune system was still strong, so if he was careful for a few days, he would be fine.

“Are you really okay, Elion…?”

Tears welled up in Rosé’s eyes. She was even more worried because Elion, who had always been so healthy and energetic, went out to work several part-time jobs every day.

If only it were a case of being infected with magical poison, he could be treated with s*men absorption…

“I’m really okay. Really.”

Elion interpreted Rosé’s inner thoughts from her ominous expression and replied with a straight face. The system window that appeared at that moment played a part as well.

〈SYSTEM〉The ‘Mother of Lust and Depravity’ urges you to reveal the truth and wave the light stick to be treated by the caregiver.

‘What in the world is a light stick?’

Elion sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead. Rosé’s eyebrows lowered even further as she watched him.

Right. He was in front of this woman.

“I’m sorry. For a moment, at the market…”

Elion shook his head like a man who’d been unfairly punched in the shoulder at the market. Rosé’s lips trembled with anger.

How dare some assh*le take away my meat!

“No, it won’t do. I’m going to the market to confront that person right away!”

As if she were about to spring up, Rosé clenched her hand on the dining table. Elion gently held her hand, taken aback by her unusual determination.

“Miss, you’re in front of your food. Please calm down.”

Ah, right. That’s true…

Rosé quickly suppressed her anger and sat down, looking at the lamb on the plate.

Unbelievable, trying to leave the meal in front of sacred meat. It was unimaginable.

“Right, you said we needed pepper, Elion.”

“Ah, yes.”

It wasn’t urgently necessary, but it was important to have it on hand. After all, pepper was a versatile spice used in all kinds of cooking.

“Don’t worry, Elion. When I go to the duke’s manor, the pepper shaker will be piled up like a mountain of sand…”

Before she could finish, Rosé dropped her fork in surprise. She wondered what kind of indecency this was in front of the sacred lamb meat, but she couldn’t help it.

‘The hardcore zone!’

She had completely forgotten. What kind of situation she was in at Bistiman.

Rosé’s appetite vanished, and she quickly rinsed her mouth with water. There’s nothing to forget. How dare she forget about that dreadful hardcore zone.

Thump! Rosé put down her glass with a loud noise and stood up from the dining table.

“Elion, what happened to the error?”

“The error?”

“Yeah! The error that set me as a married woman.”

“Oh.”

Elion stared blankly into space for a moment and spoke with a slightly awkward expression.

“I requested a correction, but it seems there was a problem along the way. Recently, a third party, someone unrelated, found out about the error, so it will take more time to fix the settings.”

“Someone unrelated, a third party…?”

“Yes, did you by any chance inform someone else about the error?”

Rosé’s face turned as white as a cabbage. No way.

― He’s not really my real husband. It’s just… There was an error in the documents. I have to solve that problem first, then, uh, I might be able to become Your Highness’s lover.

― So, what you mean, Rosé, is that you have never been married, but you became a married woman because of an error in the documents.

‘Ah! Why did I make such a fool of myself!’

Elion shook his head as he watched Rosé, realizing that she was the cause. He let out a small sigh, as if he didn’t even have high hopes, and said,

“The hardcore zone that occurred once will not disappear until it is resolved. How about solving the misunderstanding directly?”