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"Since when?"
After Rubica's arrival, Edgar secretly went to his office to sleep after the servants left. Carl thought it would be better not to be near him lest others might see him, so he didn't serve him at that time.
So, he couldn't tell if this had been happening for some time, or it was a one-off thing.
"Well, he quarreled with his wife, so he must be exhausted."
Carl decided to think it was a one-off thing for now and didn't drop the lavender oil on the flowers. The oil was supposed to bring a goodnight's sleep, but as Edgar was already deep in sleep, there was no need to rely on the scent.
His eyes started to shake as he let the room.
He decided to dismiss it as a one-off thing, but he hoped that wasn't the case. Edgar and Rubica certainly fought often. To those who didn't know the true story between them, it just looked like a cute love fight, but not to Carl.
Edgar looked quite troubled in front of her. But strangely, he started to smile more often than before, and he even looked quite amused sometimes. It was certainly different from when he had lived only because he couldn't die.
'No, I must not rush.'
Carl recalled his mistake. He had grown up with Edgar's father and had served him loyally after coming of age. When he told Carl he was dying because of love, he was shaken and committed an unforgivable sin.
Edgar's father was a man like fire. When he was separated from his lover, he refused to eat and became sick. His wife didn't even know what it was about, but she was just sad to see her husband sick and tried to make him eat at least a little. However, he just yelled at her.
At the time, Carl thought he truly was dying. He said he would move on if Carl only helped him meet her only once and, in the end, Carl did what he asked. However, it happened again. And again. A month became two, and then a year. Soon, the duke had him prepare the visit to the villa as if it was natural when his wife left to see their son.
-Your Grace, no. Not anymore.
-But Edgar will soon graduate from the Academy, so this will be the last time. Just… please. Let me meet her once again. I will then end this relationship without any remorse. Carl, I cannot live without her.
When Carl refused, the duke would immediately get sick. Then, he kept moaning about how miserable he was to live a life where his love could not be complete. He said she was the only one who accepted him for who he really was. Carl always lived to serve him, and he had no choice but to do as he was ordered every time. And, the outcome was destruction. The duke, who said he loved his lover so much, told his wife he didn't love her the moment he was busted.
He said the duchess was the only woman he loved.
Only then, Carl realized he had done something shameful. He had been neither a lark nor a guide who brought true lovers together. He had only been an accomplice of that dirty affair.
'I don't deserve to think he might be in love.'
He scolded himself. He didn't deserve to judge Edgar's state or love. Just like Edgar was living, instead of killing himself, only to take his duties as Duke Claymore, he lived to repent, to be at least of the slightest help in breaking the curse that had been put upon Edgar because of his sin.
What he had to do was clear. To become the hands and feet of the duke who couldn't move freely, and to make sure no one ever got to find out that he had been cursed.
He moved to the guard's place. He always sent Stephen, the captain of the guards, first to check to prevent something happening and revealing the fact that Edgar couldn't walk during the day.
Stephen always did his job without complaining, even when summoned suddenly during late hours. He was good and had heavy lips. If it hadn't been for him, Edgar and Carl would have missed Rubica when she was running away.
Moreover, he had never told others Rubica tried to run away.
"I'm looking for Sir Stephen."
Carl spoke to the knight who was on guard. The knight, however, didn't like that someone was looking for his captain so late at night and didn't reply immediately.
"What is this about?"
"Order of the duke."
"He is in the Peace Room now."
The Peace Room was the place for messenger birds. Carl was confused at learning Stephen was there so late at night.
"He got a letter from his brother and is sending a reply. Should I tell him you are here?"
"No. I'll go there myself."
Although Carl was Edgar's closest man who managed everything in the mansion, he was still much lower in rank compared to the guard knights. Asking the knight to deliver a message for him could offend Stephen, so Carl left him with a polite goodbye and headed to the Peace Room.
The family had a huge domain and many businesses, so it received a lot of news. Latest thesis, scholars' experiment results, supply and demand of iron to make weapons, development of various chemical ingredients. It all depended on who got what information first. Mana stones carriages were the best at delivering news quickly, but as mana stone used a rare power source, it couldn't be used like that. There was a message system run by the government but using it could have important documents switched in the middle and information would leak.
So, Claymore raised and managed many messenger birds. Its attendants were not allowed to use those birds to send private messages, but Stephen was a knight. The division that managed the birds was also part of the knight order.
"Sir Stephen."
Stephen had been tying a little note to the most well-trained and fasted owl. He looked back at hearing someone calling him. His mysterious brown eyes seemed on guard. That was how knights always were. They acted as if they were encountering enemies when called by their name unless it was their master or a fellow knight.
"What is this about? It's late night."
"Weren't you sending a letter to your brother? It's the duke's order, but it's not urgent. I can wait when you are done."
Carl spoke trying not to sound like someone who was criticizing the knight for sending a private letter using the well-trained owl instead of a pigeon. Fortunately, Stephen didn't take it that way and shook his head.
"There's nothing more important to me than the duke's order. What is it?"
"He is leaving for the capital tomorrow morning. He will arrive there by evening."
"Is he heading straight to the king's castle?"
"Probably."
"I see. I will leave right away."
He was a great knight indeed. Sir Stephen was great with his sword, well-mannered, and very smart.
Carl expressed his deep admiration and left the room. Stephen stared at him as he left and then undid the strap around the owl's foot. He spread it and took out a bar of graphite to hastily add a line to it.
'The duke is heading to the capital.'
Above that sentence, it was written the duchess had recently invested in the development of roses, and although it didn't seem to be related to the Claymore's business, Rubica had to be looked into as she did many strange things.
"Sophie, then please."
Stephen stroked the owl's head after tying the note back to its foot. It pleasantly hooted and flew out toward the night sky. Unlike other messenger birds, the owl only obeyed him and his brother. When others tried to stroke it, it would bite with its fierce beak or use its sharp claws. Plus, as it moved only at night, it was almost impossible to hit it with arrows.
Stephen turned and left the room without any worries. He knew what he was supposed to do. Exterminate every danger on the duke's way.
'So that people will not find out that he can't move during the day.'
He could already guess about Edgar's state. But why he couldn't move at all during the day, he didn't know. However, he was not going to tear down the trust on which he had worked so hard just to find out why. It would be like cutting the belly of a goose that laid golden eggs.
He was going to find out eventually if he remained at the duke's side with patience.

***

The decision about mana quartz was big. Rubica got a report about the relatives at the annex requesting to meet her before she even got to dip her hands in the basin of warm water on her bed.
"Where's Edgar?"
"He has gone to the capital to see the king."
"So suddenly?"
"Yes. Actually, the king has summoned him more than once… he left early in the morning."
Ann looked extremely tired.
If Edgar had stayed, Ann would have scolded him even before the relatives did.
Rubica was a little sad to find out he had left without telling her, but she thought it was all the better.
Edgar was the maker of that decision. It would be better for her to meet those relatives mad with betrayal than him meeting them himself. She had decided to do it together. He had started it for her. She would rather be sorry to him if she couldn't handle even a handful of mad relatives.

How much money must I spent for you to divorce me!?

Rubika dies in a war without being able to confess her love for Arman but is instead sent back in time.

A new life, she will not live in vain

But what are these new obstacles?

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The amazingly handsome, rich and powerful Duke Claymore wants to marry her!?

Daylight came rather suddenly for Stephen, and he was thankful not to have another nightmare during his sleep. A quick glance at his clock told him that it was already mid morning. Usually on Sundays, he didn't work until 2 pm, so he would have some free time before heading back to Price Chopper. Although, despite the hours, he wasn't looking forward to tonight's shift. As was usual for Sundays, Ram Doyle would most likely be coming into the store tonight.

Groaning at the mere thought of his name, Stephen kicked a rogue sock halfway across the room. Ever since high school, Ram Doyle had been one of the biggest bullies in his class. Ram was around the same height as Stephen, but perhaps only around 180 lbs, yet he was pure muscle. He was one of the hockey jocks of their school, and being a star forward, had led the team to state championships during their senior year. 

For all of this, Ram had everything a young man could possibly want: popularity, fame, friends, and girls. He received breaks on his grades, since no one could have their star forward not able to play because he was failing English. He frequently got to skip class early, under the guise of "practice" for the next big game. Not to mention, most of the girls in high school would have done just about anything to be seen with Ram. He always had his pick of women, and was almost never single for any length of time. 

Sadly, all this popularity went to his head. While a pretty normal guy during middle school and in the early stages of high school, once he became the star of the team, and of the high school, his ego swelled to enormous levels. Ram started to enjoy teasing his fellow classmates and friends, and then started to become cruel to some of the more outcast type of kids, which of course, included Stephen.

He cringed remembering some of the pranks that were played on him during senior year. One time, he padlocked Stephen's locker, preventing him from being able to turn in Physics homework, nearly falling the course. Another time, when Stephen was chatting with Stephanie Carroll in the parking lot, Ram drove by and called him a fag and a loser right in front of her. He shut his eyes, cringing at the memory of being embarrassed in front of a pretty girl like Stephanie. His confidence was so shot, he couldn't even bear the thought of asking her out like he had intended.

It was only last week when Ram showed up at Price Chopper, he sent a shopping cart flying through the parking lot into Stephen's parked car, leaving a large dent and chipping the paint. To say the least, Stephen tried to avoid Ram Doyle like the plague. 

Trying to shake the thoughts of Ram out of his head, he spent the next few hours before work shut in his room, writing up his latest chapter to the story he had been working on for the last few weeks. Writing was calming for him, and a way for him to escape the problems of this world. His latest work, a fantasy story that he had planned out for at least five books, was nearing completion of book one. It was a hope that one day he'd be able to publish his works, and perhaps become a well-known author. The idea never ceased to bring a smile to his face.

Moon Palace.
Inside the experiment cabin.
Ian Crawford, a British professor of planetary science and astrobiology at Birkbeck, University of London, sat in a chair and looked outside the porthole. He suddenly smiled and spoke.
"About six years ago, I wrote an evaluation report regarding the economic viability of lunar mining."
Stephen Parubi sat across from him. Stephen snorted and replied, "Then?"
"Then I published that paper in Natural Geography and sent a copy to UKSA." Ian Crawford shrugged and continued, "But the UKSA people thought it was a waste."
Professor Stephen: "Is that not true?"
"Of course not." Professor Ian looked down the porthole and smiled as he said, "The Chinese are making my thesis a reality."
"One day, sooner or later, they will find that instead of creating a production line on the Moon, it is cheaper to produce it on Earth, then send it to space," Professor Stephen muttered. He then said, "I mean, the Chinese aren't doing anything special, we have similar plans ourselves."
Professor Stephen was from Stanford University, and as an American, he didn't like to hear news about China winning the space race. Especially since the Ares program had now become a mess.
Stephen didn't feel so good. He reached into his pocket and subconsciously tried to grab a cigarette. However, he realized his spacesuit didn't have cigarettes in his pocket.
"Damn it, can't a man just smoke a cigarette out here?"
Professor Stephen was about to get up from his chair when he heard someone speak.
"Smoking on the space station will insert at least two million smoke particles into the ventilation system. Smoke when you get back to Earth."
Professor Zhao Shuxuan said as he floated into the cabin. He grabbed the handrails on the wall while holding the latest experimental report. He said, "Okay, everyone, the break is over. Time is running out, and there are three poor colonists waiting for us to rescue them."
Professor Stephen didn't like to hear the Chinese talk about the Ares program's misfortune, but he didn't say anything.
The Ares program was indeed a mistake. Ever since the beginning of the sandstorm, the Ares program had brought nothing but trouble. Top astrobiology, microbiology, and clinical biology experts were now in the Moon Palace. They were here to do one thing—clean up the mess from the Ares program. 
Zhao Shuxuan distributed the copies of the test results and gave a brief explanation of the situation to other researchers.
"The latest test results have come out. The level of antibodies and hypnotic pheromones in colonists No. 1 and No. 2 have decreased. Looking at their heart rates, we can see that their metabolism is gradually returning to normal levels, and they should soon wake up… Do you need some time to look over the test results?"
"No need, I've finished reading them." Professor Stephen put down the test results and adjusted his glasses. He said, "Right now, the problem is not the antibodies or the X-0172 bacteria."
Professor Ian: "Spores."
"That's right, spores." Professor Stephen nodded and looked around at the other scholars. He said, "We have to get rid of the spores first."
Professor Leslie asked, "Do you have a good idea then?"
"We have two options.
"First is to find a way to prevent the X-0172 bacteria from forming spores. The second is to find a way to kill all of the spores directly."
Professor Leslie thought for a second and said, "The second method will be difficult."
"That's right. So, for the time being, the most realistic solution is option 1." Professor Stephen looked around the experiment cabin and said, "In my opinion, the research facility here is simply too poor. I don't know if our experiments will work in a gravity-free environment. If we want to prevent the X-0172 bacteria from forming spores as soon as possible, we should send the samples to Earth."
Professor Stephen looked at Professor Zhao Shuxuan when he spoke.
Zhao Shuxuan was the leader of the Chinese researchers. He was also the person in charge of the entire X-0172 bacteria project, and he was the only one who had the right to send the inactivated bacterial samples to Earth.
Of course, Stephen wanted to send more than just inactivated samples. He wanted to find a way to convince the Lunar Orbit Committee to send live X-0172 bacterial spores to his laboratory at Stanford University.
He was certain that this would increase their chances of eliminating the bacteria once and for all.
However, the Chinese researcher didn't grant him his wish.
Zhao Shuxuan shook his head and rejected his proposal.
"That is too risky, we shouldn't even send inactivated samples."
"Nothing is perfectly safe, but we can try our best," Professor Stephen said. "We have live smallpox samples as well, how is this different?"
Zhao Shuxuan paused for a second. He then shook his head.
"I have to think about this."
Professor Stephen sighed.
"We've already thought about this."
…
The research team meeting was over, and they didn't arrive at any constructive conclusions.
It was starting to get late. The experts from various countries finished their dinner and went into their cabin rooms. 
Professor Stephen lay in his bed and connected his laptop to the Moon Palace data interface. This way, he could communicate with Earth.
Even though the speed was slow and the delay was high, the bandwidth was enough for him to exchange opinions with expert researchers on Earth.
Professor Stephen logged into the instant messaging software. He was about to contact his assistant, but his assistant happened to call him.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Professor Stephen, but I have to report something to you."
Stephen frowned and asked, "Yeah what?"
"Per your request, we searched the database for research on parasitic bacteria spores. We found a paper on arXiv."
The assistant paused for a second before continuing, "The author claims that… he found a way to inhibit X-0172 bacteria from producing spores."
"That's impossible, there are only seven people in the world that can write a thesis like that, and I'm one of them." Professor Stephen smiled and shook his head. "Send it to my email."
His assistant nodded.
"Okay, Professor."
Stephen had no hope for the thesis on arXiv at all.
The only X-0172 samples were on the Moon Palace. If other scholars wanted to do research on the bacteria, they would first have to get their hands on the bacterial sample.
Even though there were twelve inactivated X-0172 samples that were sent to Earth, these were all in the hands of large research institutes. There was no way a large research institute would anonymously publish a paper on arXiv.
Of course, even though he knew the value of the arXiv thesis was zero, he still wanted to see what the author wrote.
After all, it might give him inspiration.
Professor Stephen opened the thesis and began reading it. After a couple of pages, he gasped.
His expression became more and more serious, and he went back to the front page of the thesis and began reading it more carefully.
"What is this… Who wrote this?"
The more he read, the more astonished he was.
His eyes were filled with suspicion, surprise, and disbelief.
Professor Stephen only wanted to know one thing; who wrote this thesis?!
However, when he saw the author's name, he was stunned.
"Z…?"
Who the hell is Z?


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

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