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The Marquis of Branford frowned as he looked around the dark room.

'This is a mess.'

The smell of blood mixed with the musty smell told us how serious the situation had become.

Rosaline, lying in bed, looked much thinner and less in shape than she had been a fortnight ago.

"Open the window."

Chomp!

The knights who followed the Marquis opened the windows. They left the curtains open just in case something unexpected happened.

As the wind blew in and the curtains fluttered, several servants stood in front of the window to block out any light from reaching Rosaline.

Giselle was sitting on one side of the room with her arms crossed. He too had dark circles under his eyes, and he looked obviously tired.

"Your Majesty! Are you okay?"

"My lord!"

Jiselle's entourage also rushed in and took care of him.

"miss!"

The butler who had been kicked out also came running in with an anxious look on his face.

At the sudden commotion, Rosalind slowly opened her eyes and raised her upper body.

"ah...."

She sighed involuntarily.

It was a complex voice, a mixture of relief that it was over and the aftereffects of the pain.

Rosalind pointed straight at Giselle and said.

"Right now… … catch that guy… … ."

Now that it was over, she could lock him up. Her mind was filled with thoughts of paying him back for all the pain and humiliation she had endured.

"What are you doing! I said catch me right now!"

The knights looked back at their commander in shock at Rosalind's scream.

Toleo gave an order with a silent gesture. The knights immediately began blocking the retreat and surrounding the area.

As the atmosphere became tense, Giselle's entourage carefully controlled their expressions and surrounded Giselle, keeping a close watch on the surroundings.

"Your Majesty! What are we going to do now?"

Even though Belinda whispered urgingly, Giselle just had a tired expression on her face and said nothing.

Claude clicked his tongue internally and began to prepare for the worst.

'If I really mess up, I'll have to take one of those two hostage.'

However, Toleodo was not someone who simply ascended to the position of Commander of the Knights of the Marquisate.

The knights were already prepared to rush straight to Rosaline and the Marquis of Branford as soon as Giselle and her party showed any suspicious movements.

As tensions were rising between the two sides, the Marquis of Branford spoke with an indifferent expression.

"Take off your mask."

Rosalind nodded, snorting.

"Yes, even this kind of shabby treatment will have a justification once we see the results. The results are obvious, though."

She roughly took off her mask and tossed it aside.

The window was open, but it didn't feel like I had to hide my face right now.

After all the hardships I've endured so far, I guess it's okay to get some sunlight now.

"Okay! You saw it all? Now catch it! Hurry up!"

Rosalind glared and screamed, but no one moved.

"oh...."

All he could do was let out a strange sound, as if he was embarrassed or amazed.

Rosalind shouted in an angry voice.

"What are you all doing now! Are you saying that you won't move unless Father orders you to?"

"Ah, Miss… … Miss! Miss!"

The butler grabbed Rosaline's hand with tears in his eyes.

As if this was a signal, the servants and knights inside the room each let out a gasp.

She was dumbfounded by the unexpected reaction.

"Why, why are you doing that? Why is everyone… … ."

Rosalind swallowed dryly. Suddenly, a realization flashed through her mind. Her heartbeat began to quicken.

She looked around and gestured to the servants blocking the window.

The servants hesitated and then carefully moved to the side.

Sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains brightly illuminated Rosaline's cheeks.

Rosalind flinched at the warmth, but then realized she felt no pain and stroked her cheek.

"S, no way… … ."

She opened her mouth with a choked voice, suppressing both anxiety and hope.

"Hey, that mirror… … ."

As if they had been waiting for those words, the servants hurriedly came looking for the mirror.

And he brought it closer so she could see his face clearly.

"ah...."

It had been a really long time since I had seen a mirror. My reflection in the mirror felt awkward.

With her disheveled hair and blood-stained clothes, she looked more like a woman from the slums than a young lady from a noble family.

But that didn't even catch my eye.

Rosalind stroked her cheek with a trembling hand.

Distinct facial features and clear skin are visible.

There were still a few faint red spots left, but it wasn't anything to be concerned about.

"My, my face… … ."

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There was nothing wrong with being exposed to sunlight. She stared at the mirror for a long time, doubting her eyes at the unbelievable result.

The butler continued to speak with tears in his eyes and a trembling voice.

"Young lady, you're all better. You're all better now. The treatment really worked."

He wiped away his tears and continued speaking in his usual calm tone.

"Bring me some clothes to change into right away."

At the butler's gesture, several of the servants quickly left the room.

"iced coffee...."

Rosalind couldn't come to her senses.

That torture-like treatment actually worked.

"A, a dream… … ? Right now… … Everyone is joking… … ."

Since I didn't expect it in the first place, I couldn't help but be even more shocked by the current result.

If this is a dream, there is no nightmare more cruel than this.

Rosaline stuttered, looking at Giselle.

"That's a lie, right? This is… … I'm hallucinating with some kind of drug or something… … ."

"That's not it."

Giselle approached Rosaline and said with a mischievous smile.

"The treatment is over. It must have been difficult, but you held on really well. Thank you for your hard work."

At those words, Rosalind ended up lowering her head.

A tear fell from her eye.

"ah...."

Rosalind clutched her chest. The pain she had been suppressing for so long surged out as if it were exploding.

I'm finally free from this devilish disease.

Finally, I can come out of the darkness and see the light.

Even though I tried not to cry, the sadness from all that time came rushing back and I found myself shedding tears without realizing it.

"Ugh… … ."

"miss...."

The butler watched Rosaline with tears streaming down her face as she covered her mouth and held back her tears.

Even the Marquis of Branford, who seemed cold-blooded, said nothing at this moment.

"Hey, I think it would be better if you gave the young lady some time to collect her emotions. She can't even cry to her heart's content because of us."

Belinda clicked her tongue and made a sound. The butler nodded his head in agreement.

"Okay, okay. Let's step aside for a moment. Hurry up, hurry up."

People slowly retreated, keeping an eye on the Marquis of Branford.

The Marquis of Branford looked at Rosaline quietly, then turned and left the room without saying anything.

"Okay, okay. Let's go out quickly."

People rushed out of the room, pushed by the butler.

Only when the door closed did Rosalind's crying become louder.

"Look at this. Either you all have no sense or you lack empathy… … ."

Belinda clicked her tongue and muttered something, then caught the Marquis' gaze and quickly shut her mouth.

He looked at Giselle, snorting.

"The treatment was really successful. I must admit that it was an amazing skill."

As a result, I lost the bet, but it didn't feel as bad as I thought it would.

It couldn't be bad since my daughter, who had suffered for a long time, was cured.

Jiselle just shrugged her shoulders without saying anything.

The butler approached Giselle first and bowed.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! Your Majesty, your medical skills are truly the best in the kingdom! Please forgive my rudeness!"

'No, that's not it.'

If I do this wrong, I'll be known as the best doctor in the world. What if all the nobles come looking for me?

'Hey, no way.'

Although Jiselle was inwardly embarrassed, she did not lose her confident attitude on the outside.

Only then did Jiselle's entourage show a relieved expression.

Belinda glanced at the Marquis' face and made a complaint.

'Just look at that chubby expression. If you have any complaints, tell me where.'

In this kind of atmosphere, even that scary Marquis wouldn't be able to do anything to them.

Claude clicked his tongue internally. He was glad that he had overcome the crisis, but he still couldn't understand what was going on this time. It felt like his common sense was being paralyzed.

'Wow, I'm always surprised no matter how many times I watch it. Is this a success?'

He squinted his eyes and looked Giselle up and down.

'No matter how I look at it, it seems like half-baked knowledge.'

Jiselle's antics seemed like the answer to the problem had been taken from somewhere.

A strange phenomenon in which the person himself does not know the cause but only the result is produced.

How on earth is this possible, I still can't understand, even after experiencing it myself several times.

Marquis Branford frowned at the sight of the rambunctious group of Giselle and her companions.

"Tell Rosaline to come see me later. First, gather the vassals. We will finalize the deal with Baron Fenris."

"oh!"

The people around him let out small gasps at the Marquis of Branford's words.

Finishing the job meant acknowledging Baron Fenris's achievements and granting him what he wanted.

Everyone looked at him with curious eyes, wondering what Giselle would ask for.

* * *

After a while, the Marquis's main vassals gathered in Daejeon.

The butler personally and respectfully guided Giselle and her entourage.

The Marquis of Branford sat in the highest chair, resting his chin on his hand and looking down at the group.

"It was quite a surprising result. I thought it was just a bluff, but it turns out he wasn't just a braggart."

The vassals who had been listening looked up in surprise. It was an extremely generous compliment for the Marquis of Branford.

"The method was strange, but a promise is a promise. Now tell me what you want."

People all looked at Giselle with curious faces.

For a man of such power as the Marquess of Bradford, what he wanted could not be small.

How big of a deal did they have to go out and do that?

Daejeon was filled with tension and curiosity.

Jiselle took a deep breath and raised her head.

"I don't want anything that big."

The Marquis of Branford nodded absentmindedly.

"Okay, just tell me. Most of what you want can be done."

Jiselle smiled slightly as if she was relieved.

"Please be my guardian."

"… … What?"

The Marquis of Branford asked in bewilderment.

Not only that. Everyone around them opened their mouths in surprise.

The Marquis of Branford asked again to confirm.

"Did you just say you were a guardian?"

"Yes."

"Did I say something wrong when I asked for your support?"

"No?"

"her...."

The Marquis of Branford's usually expressionless face became filled with bewilderment.

Even the people around her all looked at Jiselle with similar expressions as the owner.

Only Belinda looked at him with admiration.

'Wow, as expected from our master!'

When Giselle was little, she was taught that if you give her one, she must take two back.

But I never thought that he would declare that he would suck it until he died, not just two.

And that too to such a scary Marquis.

'I really learned it well from whom.'

The Marquis of Branford let out a sigh as he watched Giselle standing there with such confidence, even after making a demand that would shock anyone.

"Umm… … ."

There is a world of difference between simply providing support and acting as a guardian.

If he becomes the guardian, Marquis Branford will have to take responsibility for any accidents that happen to Giselle in the future and handle the situation.

You said you don't want anything big, but doesn't that mean you're going to keep picking it out whenever you need it?

This guy, he really wasn't your average shameless guy.