Epilogue

“What? So you’re saying your last name is Duran? The Duran Ducal Family I know of?”  

“Yes.”  

Violet’s eyes and mouth opened as wide as they could in shock. She was even more astonished than the day she discovered her milk was leaking due to taking the wrong medicine.  

“How is that possible?”  

“Because I was born into the Duran Ducal Family.”  

It was such an obvious and nonchalant answer, as if it were as natural as Violet being born into the Laurent family and inheriting the name Laurent. Yet, Violet couldn’t wrap her head around it. There were only two ducal families in the empire. One was Duke Antoine’s family, with whom Violet had been in marriage discussions, and the other was the Duran Ducal Family.  

If Robert was truly the second son of Duke Duran, then why was he working here as a butler?  

“That’s impossible!”  

“Ah, here we go again. You don’t believe me.”  

“No, no, I believe you! But it’s just… overwhelming. Why didn’t you tell me until now?”  

“You never asked, did you? You always just called me Robert, Robert, without ever wondering about my last name.”  

Well, that was because she’d never once imagined he could be the son of such a prestigious family.  

“Don’t tell me Father knows about this too?”  

“Of course, he knows.”  

Good heavens! 

Violet collapsed onto the bed in shock. She had thought they shared everything without secrets, yet here she was, unaware of Robert’s true identity.  

“I’m upset! If you’d told me sooner, I would’ve asked Father to arrange a marriage proposal with the Duran Ducal Family!”  

“And if I were a commoner, would you have disliked me?”  

“You know very well that noble marriages aren’t entirely in our hands. It’s not something I can decide on my own. But if it were just about my feelings, I wouldn’t care even if you were a slave.”  

“Well, I’m already serving as your bedroom slave, aren’t I?”  

Robert chuckled slyly. Violet wanted to argue back, but she couldn’t deny the truth—he did devote himself to her tirelessly. Instead, she pretended not to hear him.  

More than anything, relief washed over her. If he truly was the second son of the Duran Ducal Family, it wouldn’t be difficult to get Father’s approval for their marriage.  

However, there was one issue. She would first need to break off her engagement with Duke Antoine. And Violet had recently been caught by him leaking milk during a banquet.  

“If it’s Duke Antoine, don’t worry. I’ll speak with the Marquis and send him a letter of annulment.”  

“And what if he spreads rumors about me?”  

“That’s why you need to take the remedy. Once you take it and return to your normal state, you can face people confidently. Even if baseless rumors spread, you’ll be able to refute them.”  

Violet flinched. Robert must have known for quite some time that she hadn’t been taking the remedy. 

But how long had he known? From the very beginning?  

“Even if your milk stops, I’ll still suck on it, so don’t worry about such trivial things.”  

“W-What are you talking about!”  

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking? You didn’t want to take the remedy because you were afraid you wouldn’t receive any more affection if your milk stopped flowing, isn’t that right?”  

“N-No!”  

Her cheeks flushed bright red as her innermost thoughts were laid bare. Violet raised her voice in denial.  

“My adorable lady. How could you be so lovable?”  

Robert pulled her into his arms and pressed a deep kiss to her forehead.  

“I’ll cherish you from head to toe every day. And if you truly want to leak milk, then marry me and have a child.”  

At the mention of a child, Violet’s face turned a delightful shade of red. She hadn’t even received her father’s permission yet, but Robert was already envisioning their future together.  

“Now, take this.”  

Somehow, Robert had found the medicine bottle Violet had secretly hidden in the bedside drawer. She drank it down in one go. It wasn’t bitter, but Robert still unwrapped a piece of chocolate and placed it in her mouth.  

“Oh, by the way. You mentioned you found the same drug I took previously. What did you do with it? Did you give it to the mage who made the remedy?”  

“No. I only showed it to them and took it back. For some reason, I just didn’t want to hand it over. I have my own use for that drug. A very useful one.”  

Although Robert was still smiling, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. His eyes gleamed dangerously, sending a chill down Violet’s spine. She decided not to ask any further.  

With him by her side, she felt as though everything would work out. Breaking off the engagement with Duke Antoine, gaining her father’s approval—it all seemed manageable.  

As always.  

Because he was capable, loyal, and her devoted servant.  

***

“Ahhh!”  

Upon waking up in the morning, Duke Antoine screamed as he looked down at his own body. From his swollen chest, an unidentified white liquid was dripping.  

At first, he thought it was just a hallucination, as he was still half-asleep. But no matter how many times he looked—this way and that—it was unmistakable.  

…It was milk.  

The kind of milk that comes out when a woman gives birth to a child.  

Duke Antoine, utterly horrified, quickly locked the bedroom door and scrambled to put on clothes, lest anyone see him. He wrapped his chest tightly with his clothes because he couldn’t bear to look at it, but that didn’t stop the milk from flowing.  

Eventually, the wet stains around his n*pples spread across his chest, soaking his entire shirt. Changing clothes didn’t help either.  

Time passed, but the changes didn’t stop there. His chest continued to swell endlessly, resembling that of a woman’s, while the male functions he had once taken pride in began to deteriorate. His t*sticles started to shrink, growing smaller and smaller until they became grotesquely shriveled. His once-proud manhood also became increasingly feeble, on the verge of withering away entirely.  

Even when he wore pants, there was no sign of its presence, and he had completely lost his s*xual drive. For a man of his stature—a Duke, who needed to marry and produce an heir to continue his family line—his body had become utterly unrecognizable.  

Duke Antoine had no idea why this was happening to him. He didn’t know that Robert had secretly bribed one of his attendants and tampered with him. Nor did he know that he had unknowingly consumed a magical potion laced with strange ingredients.  

Thus, the changes in his body were nothing short of shocking.  

It was a transformation that had occurred overnight. For someone like Duke Antoine, who had always exuded a strong macho persona, it was enough to make him want to die. A man leaking milk?  

Milk!  

Milk!  

Damn it all!  

The shame was unbearable, and he couldn’t confide in anyone. He was too afraid of rumors spreading, so he didn’t even call for his personal physician. As the situation worsened, the Duke fell into a state of panic. He couldn’t accept reality, nor could he think rationally.  

In the end, Duke Antoine chose to hide rather than seek treatment. He shut himself away, refusing to let anyone—whether aides or attendants—near him, and lived in seclusion. At first, this didn’t cause any major issues, but over time, the staff at the manor began to find his behavior suspicious.  

Unable to properly dispose of the milk-stained laundry, one servant eventually discovered the changes in his body. Unlike Violet, Duke Antoine didn’t have a capable and trustworthy butler like Robert.  

“Oh my, how grotesque. A man leaking milk?”  

“Could it be some kind of illness?”  

“I heard rumors that he’s being punished for his promiscuity.”  

“Some say it’s a curse that’s been passed down through the family for generations.”  

“I also heard he’s completely lost his male functions.”  

“Not just lost them—apparently, he doesn’t even have them anymore.”  

“If he doesn’t have them, then… gasp!”  

The fact that the Duke was leaking milk spread among the servants within half a day. Even when he simply walked by, they exchanged glances and whispered behind his back.  

Duke Antoine’s already foul temper grew hysterical, consumed by madness. Before long, rumors about the “Crazy Duke” living in the manor spread throughout the entire empire.  

There wasn’t a day without screams echoing from the ducal manor.  

〈END〉