The Resetting Lady

Prince Gwiz sang Duran separately that night after checking Duran's face. Dulan, who sat in the drawing room of Gwiz, was already pale.

"I'll sit down. I know you're not feeling too comfortable."

"Well, I... am your loyal servant."

"Everyone on this earth should be."

Gwiz raised his hand to ring the bell.

"Let's have a drink and talk."

Red wine is in a wine glass.

"There's nothing to worry about. I didn't put anything inside.”

"…no."

The red wine was wrapped in spidery fingers. Duran slowly drank wine in front of Gwiz. Duran was a very high-quality wine, but he didn't feel anything.

It was worth it. What does he need to know about Prince Gwizu as an ordinary priest? Duran, a vassal and alban monastery, is also qualified as a doctor. The next lord of the Highlands. Karen's fiancée.

"I apologize for laughing out loud earlier."

"…Oh, no."

"No, I laughed because it was so unexpected, but it was definitely rude to you."

I raised my hand to say no more rebuttal. But in that situation, I couldn't stand it without laughing. When he was told that Karen's former fiance, also the next Lord of the Hire, Gwiz was cold-headed. This is because Katherine's choices were repeated in the past.

Karen's brain roll was obvious, but this choice was so much the same, it was annoying, not cute. When I was young, I thought there would be a young man who looked smooth and docile like Haier.

It's obvious that a priest is qualified to be a doctor. He chose someone to be on his side. But there was something that Gwiz didn't expect.

"It was so unexpected."

“…….”

A man who looks like a corpse.

There were many shortcomings in appearance and attitude. Gwiz became more interested in Duran. To be exact with his feelings.

"How do you get along with Karen Haier?"

"Relatives… relationships."

"I've also been told that I'm his fiance."

"What a great relationship... It wasn't. It's just that I'm the next lord... Just in case, I did it."

"You don't have to be so nervous. I'm not trying to kill you because I'm the husband of the government."

If I looked like Youngjoo of Haier, I might have gotten angry. The wine is going through my throat. The scent and taste were excellent today.

Gwiz has seen so many people like Dulan Lloyd.

those who have nothing but cannot give up their greed Especially men who harbor anger towards women. those who can't get out of their anger Gwiz hated and liked those people. Because they are good players to write and throw away.

Duran was expressionless, but Gwiz knew. He's wearing a priest's uniform, but he's rutting on Karen. Now a woman who has become a government of the powerful and has become more difficult to break, and that is why she aspires more.

"I just wanted you to help me with this.”

Duran looked at Prince Gwiz in silence.

"I'd like you to prepare some medicine. It wouldn't be hard to say that he was a very promising man at Alburn."

"Your... medicine?"

"No, it's not mine."

Prince Gwiz laughed with a grinned.

"I have a pet, and I don't really like it...It's really unpleasant to not follow it properly, and to show it more and more. The problem is that he's rare, so I think it'll be a problem if I kill him wrong.”

"I'm with you, respected doctors... There must be a lot."

"I can't leave it to other doctors. They're so quiet that if they have a problem, they'll run to your Majesty and tell you."

"…Your Grace, all I have to do is… I don't think so."

Gwiz put down his glass and put his fingers on it. Don't tell me you're not really an animal after hearing this.

"I'd like you to manufacture a colorless drug. It's even better if it doesn't taste good. Karen says you're very good at mixing medicine with your meal. Isn't that right?"

"…just a little… I'm just dealing with drugs. Poisoning doesn't....”

Duran was changing his mind if he wanted to intervene as much as possible. But it is impossible as long as you enter the room of the Gwiz. He didn't seem to know it well yet. Now that Dulan is here, he has no choice but to listen to Gwiz.

Karen said Duran would fix Gwiz's body, but Gwiz didn't believe it. There were many doctors who were far more experienced and learned than that young man. No matter how talented you are, you have to leave yourself to the person Karen has pointed out. Why would you do such a crazy thing?

"I don't have enough men to use."

"…Your Grace."

"I hope you'll be there for me. Aren't we in a deep relationship with Karen anyway.

But he didn't even want to throw away the fun toys that rolled into his hands. A doctor or a believer was a job that Gwiz hated, but the moment he saw Duran's face, he felt that he could play with him.

the aspiration in that eye Heat under a dead skin.

Although covered with black priestly attire, parched body, and poor speech, it was clearly visible to the eyes of Gwiz. Such men cause problems in unexpected situations. It is annoying when it is the enemy, but it was good to use if you were good at coaxing the inner inferiority. People who have many things they want but can't.

"If you take care of it, I'll make sure it's not upsetting."

"…it's late at night, Your Grace. Well, I... I'm going back."

You could put them away at the same time, or... It would be nice to have another good subordinate. Gwiz looked at Duran with a smile, but Duran's expression was consistent. His face was hard to understand what he was thinking. When I saw Karen, I saw her desire in her eyes.

"How about this? If you help me with my work, I'd like to recommend you as a vice bishop of the cathedral.”

"…joking, you're going too far. Your Highness."

Duran's voice was becoming more accurate without shaking.

Gwiz said with his chin on his back. He himself enjoyed this sort of thing. The fluctuation of another person's life in a moment's choice, and the selection of the right things to take. It can be said that it is a ruler's nature. Let's throw it.

"Carran has my baby now. I think it's better to be a bishop."

“…….”

Duran's expression hardened. When he saw the face, Gwiz knew he was right.

'He's not a father.’

Karen didn't bring her lover into danger. What she has attracted is just a relative. Karen said he would help her, but in the eyes of the Gwiz, it was a mistake. Duran looked at Karen with more than a relative's eyes.

But if you stop here, the ugly man's resentment goes to Gwiz, not Karen. Then we need to turn around again.

"Maybe not. I'm not sure. I'm sure I'm not the first."

"No..."

"I checked."

Gwiz laughed. I didn't lie to you at all. Duran's eyes never fell from Prince Gwiz's cup.

"No matter how much Jim loves her, can't he bring her child to the royal family? Isn't that right? But you'll have to hold him...Karen chose you, so I want to give you that much right.”

So, shouldn't we be a family? His smile resembled a snake.

***

Duran went back to the room where he was given. It was so disgusting that it was difficult to calm down for a while. It was because the alcohol didn't fit well.

"…uh."

Prince Gwiz demanded to come under him.

The manufacture of the drugs he wants is definitely a poison. It was obvious that if it got tangled wrong, only his neck would fly away. But that didn't mean he could refuse. And it wasn't scary either. Karen comes back to life. He himself comes back to life. But the problem was elsewhere.

"I'm pregnant."

Duran had to think why he was here. Why did Karen choose herself as her husband? And why he is next to Prince Gwiz. She said there was a man she wanted to introduce to Young-ju. But why. Is it Prince Gwiz? Or another man's?

"When the hell did you get pregnant?"

Duran had been watching Karen for not a short time. But for months, it didn't seem like he was dating someone enthusiastically. One day it suddenly disappeared and appeared to be Prince Gwiz's government. So Karen had been hiding in the cathedrals for a while after she set sail with Prince Gwiz?

"Maybe it's not my child."

How many men?

I'm only 17, that can't be true. Maybe he left the house and suffered a rough ride. It's strange how to get pregnant and roll around so much that I don't know who my father is. A 17-year-old must be an innocent virgin.

"…no, not seventeen."

Karen Haier is not 17 years old. Duran remembered. Don't you know better than anyone else that she's not a woman of her age? I don't know how long she lived. It is certain that she is a woman who is worn out because she doesn't know a man. If life continues to repeat every year, it would be more plausible to indulge in desire at random. I would have changed it as soon as I could.

Even so, there is no problem. No, there should be no problem. I thought someone who repeated life could be ruined. It is not unexpected. I tried to think so. But….

Duran was annoyed that she had attempted to escape her fate.

I couldn't sleep well. I felt strange anger at Karen Haier, who called her after wandering among countless men. It was obvious that Prince Gwiz would leave it up to him. Making medicine to kill Prince Louis.

'What on earth is the reason Karen called me?'

I couldn't figure out why she did it. The last time I met her was when I was young. It was not likely that he had a new feeling of affection for him. Karen threw a vase in her face until the end.

Karen's recommendation of Dulan as her husband may not be because she thinks she will help. Of course, it wasn't because I loved Duran. There was only one reason she chose herself.

"To avenge me."

Duran already knew about Prince Gwiz's quaint wall. Catherine told Dulan many dirty stories she had not told her daughter.

So Duran could easily understand what Prince Gwiz was asking him to do, and knew what would happen to Karen. Prince Gwiz would be thinking about how to take advantage of himself and how to deal with Karen.

If you're lucky, you're a pet. If you're unlucky, the death penalty.

Duran also has nowhere to run away. Duran recited his prayers.

"Lord, please tell me the way to go."

But there was no response. But Duran knew what to do. It didn't matter if God did not want it. Duran prepared to make medicine. I wasn't afraid.

He has already made sufficient preparations in the past. The process is not important. What matters is the result.

the result that there will be no end