‘The potion I made would have been ten times better.’

However, since she didn’t have the potion she made, she had to recover her body this way.

It was the same with the sacred relic hidden in the basement of the mansion and the appearance of someone using supernatural powers.

Given that unexpected things keep happening, she must be fully prepared.

‘I need to return to my original state before I run into the guy who attacked me again. And I need to start making potions quickly.’

She glanced at the drying herbs on the wide windowsill. She thought it was about time to start the production process and decided to work on it whenever she got a chance.

However, things in the world don’t always go smoothly.

“I knew you were frail… but what did you do to collapse like this?”

While Cedric briefly left his seat, Rosha, who was about to make a potion, sighed at the appearance of Cassis, who showed up with a sarcastic remark.

Perhaps because she collapsed in the early morning when no one was around, Cedric always kept someone by her side.

Luckily, Cassis was with Marian, his swordsmanship teacher.

“What kind of comment is that for your sick sister, Cassis? Speak properly.”

“…Get well soon.”

“Yes, dear. Even though his words are a bit rude, Cassis seems to care a lot about you. By the way, how are you feeling? I was really surprised when I heard you collapsed.”

“I’m fine now. But if I do learn swordsmanship, I think I need to start with physical training.”

“Oh my, to even think that. How impressive.”

Rosha, smiling politely, met the strange gaze of Cassis.

Rosha and Cassis had a not-so-good past.

Rosha disliked the impulsive Cassis, and Cassis was very frustrated with her, who endured all kinds of adversities without retaliation.

However, Cassis wasn’t a person who wouldn’t recognize the basics.

She glanced at a small box that the house’s troublemaker casually put on the table, which contained sweet candies.

‘…But still, we’re family.’

What is family?

It was a complex word intertwined with hate and love.

For her, who spent most of her time in the mansion in the past, it was almost everything. And even if she didn’t like them or they weren’t to her liking, when she was away from them, sometimes she felt suffocated.

But what helped her endure was the memories with them.

And it was one of the precious things she kept in her heart, even when she had to give up something in this unfamiliar world.

‘I’m glad… I came back.’

It may sound too emotional for just a box of candies, but this is sincere.

However, interpreting her emotional gaze, Cassis quickly avoided her eyes and changed the subject.

“Hey, did you show your bird to the doctor?”

“Huh?”

“I told you to get rid of it if it’s sick. It looks weak and even paler. It doesn’t look good.”

Rosha awkwardly smiled, looking at Koko, who was glaring at Cassis.

Incidentally, Koko, who had exhausted all his accumulated energy from the past events, was weakly cawing just like when he first came to this world.

An hour later, after they left, the room became quiet.

Koko mumbled beside Rosha, who was secretly refining herbs whenever she had time.

“I think I got gray feathers because I used too much power.”

“You’re originally white.”

“White and gray are different!”

Koko chirped in anger. To Rosha, it seemed the same, but for Koko, it was an important issue.

Eventually, Rosha promised to take him whenever she had the chance to absorb magic.

Ad fortunately or unfortunately, the opportunity for Koko to recover came sooner than expected.

The next afternoon, while she was drinking the medicine and sulking, the outside suddenly became noisy, and someone shouted.

“What are you doing? Move!”

“Young master, it’s problematic if you do this here…!”

“Why are you blocking my way when I’m trying to see my fiancée? Move away!”

With the sound of an explosion, screams of the workers erupted. Rosha, who used to neutralize the bitterness of medicine with candy, laughed softly upon hearing the rude voice of the ruffian.

‘Yes, it was about time for him to come.’

Heres Lycaon.

The bastard second son of Marquis Lycaon, who was once rumored to be engaged to her, and is suspected to be one of the masterminds behind her uncle. Probably, he came here wearing the necklace of suggestion.

“Lady Aper! If you can hear my voice, how about coming outside?”

Ah, just wait right there.

* * *

Regrettably, as soon as she opened the door and stepped out, she couldn’t immediately confront Heres Lycaon.

It was because Cedric, who had come in a hurry, took the noisy man straight to the reception room. Even her elder brother’s efforts were too much to dissuade her will.

“So… you really want to meet him?”

“Yes, unless I say the annulment with my own mouth, he can’t accept it. So, isn’t it the cleanest way for me to meet him?”

“But you’re not feeling well…”

“No, I’ve rested a lot and feel much better. The medicine works wonders.”

Cedric, who couldn’t counteract his sister showing off her nonchalance by shrugging, finally let her go with one condition: that she would enter the reception room after thinking thoroughly for about an hour.

‘Why? Is he asking me to think rationally for a while?’

However, even if she did, her mind wouldn’t change, so she headed straight to the reception room as soon as the time was up.

There were several reasons why Rosha decided to meet the young master of the Lycaon family. First and foremost, to verify with her own eyes if he was indeed behind her uncle.

“I’ll do my best to assist as much as you want, so please speak kindly to the Marquis. And the item you gave me before…”

As expected.

The first thing she saw when she entered the reception room was her uncle eagerly talking to someone. The uncle, who seemed to have bet the rest of his life on the Lycaon family, closed his mouth as soon as he saw Rosha.

‘As expected, Marquis Lycaon was behind my uncle.’

This was expected. Now she had a rough idea of who the enemy was.

“You’ve finally come.”

At the sarcastic voice, she looked at the person sitting at the head of the reception room.

Heres Lycaon.

Contrasting the knight standing stiffly behind him, his red hair and sharp eyes were typical of a troublemaker.

‘I thought I didn’t remember his face because it was ordinary, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.’

Well, in terms of appearance, the man she met in the cave was much more handsome. Despite his attempt to kill her, he was one of the most beautiful people she had ever met.

Rosha casually greeted and sat opposite the young master, replying,

“Yes, I’ve been unwell recently. It took some time to prepare and come out. It would’ve been nice if you had informed us of your visit.”

“We met not long ago, and you were fine.”

“Colds don’t give prior notice.”

The ruffian’s eyebrows twitched.

It seemed he wanted to hear words of apology for making him wait. But why should she care?

Pretending not to notice, Rosha took a sip of the tea in front of her, subtly scanning the young master’s neck. Another reason she wanted to meet this guy was, of course, because of the necklace of suggestion.

‘Given that my uncle sent a note saying he needed the real thing, there’s a high chance the real necklace of suggestion is here.’

For some reason, the Marquis’s family wanted to finalize the engagement with her. In that case, the best strategy at this point would be to use the relic ‘necklace of suggestion’ to strongly insinuate her.

And the person to do it would undoubtedly be this ruffian, the direct descendant of the Marquis’s family.

But…

‘…There’s no necklace?’