Chapter 37

Yelena looked at Duke Mayhard, who had turned around and prepared to leave, and suddenly said, “Why don’t you just give the medicine to me yourself?”

“…”

“Take it to my room and apply it. Tonight,” Yelena said, borrowing the lines from a book.

With a crisis comes an opportunity.

This was how someone became successful.

“I’m not asking you to come and do anything. Just medicine….” Yelena added, afraid that she sounded desperate.

“Okay.”

After receiving a positive answer, Yelena overcame her embarrassment and smiled broadly.

***

In the afternoon, Incan eventually confessed all his sins.

It turns out that the number of victims involved in Incan’s experiments reached as high as 20.

Under the pretext of delivering herbs, he secretly fed medicine to the maids and used them as subjects for his experiment.

Yelena heard about it from Abella and almost broke the teacup.

‘That’s crazy…’

A letter was immediately delivered to the Incan family to accuse him of his crime and hold him accountable.

After a discussion, it was decided that Incan’s personal affairs would be transferred to his family first.

Incan was then placed in a small carriage for criminals and left the castle.

Yelena stood by the window and watched the carriage move away silently.

Incan’s actions were revealed, and the duchy was greatly shaken by it.

The maids were the ones who were the most agitated.

They were disgusted by the fact that they might have become victims, felt sorry for their former co-workers who had already been hurt, and finally wondered, “Why did he do that?”

They wondered why Incan did such a thing.

Many speculations were running rampant.

Maybe he was just a pervert with a dirty taste.

No, there must be a deeper reason.

Rumor has it that his family situation was complicated and that childhood traumas continued to haunt him.

Yelena gathered all the speculations and thought, ‘‘Go and get struck by lightning.’

It was none of her business.

There was no reason for Yelena to understand why Incan committed such a crime.

Yelena was neither generous nor open-minded enough to consider the story of a criminal.

She just desperately wished that nature would take care of that filth by itself and just stared at the carriage that moved further away.

Soon, Yelena drew a curtain by the window and turned around.

There was a video sphere in her hand when she turned around.

As she looked at the video sphere, Yelena’s expression grew conflicted.

‘… I’m glad I didn’t have to use this.’

To be precise, she didn’t have to play the conversation in the second half of the video.

In the second half of the video, there was an insulting remark that Incan made about the Duke of Mayhard.

“Monster” was what he said.

Yelena contemplated whether or not to reveal it if it meant having being Incan charged for his sins.

Consequently, there was no need for it, and Yelena thought it was a genuine relief.

‘No matter how much I wanted Incan to pay for his sins, I didn’t want to let you hear such words…’

Yelena manipulated the video sphere and erased all the recorded conversations in it.

Incan’s true confession was stored separately through other video instruments, so this was no longer necessary.

Even after confirming that she had erased all the recording records, Yelena stared at the sphere with slightly uneasy eyes.

It was not a one-time use item, so she could use it any number of times she wanted, but somehow she didn’t want to.

‘Let’s throw it away.’

Yelena quickly made a decision and called the butler, Ben.

“Get rid of this.”

Magic tools had to be disposed of separately.

Ben politely took the video sphere and walked away.

That night, as promised, Duke Mayhard visited Yelena’s bedroom with the medicine.

Yelena deliberately dimmed the light in the bedroom.

That was not all.

She also secretly brought scented candles and lit them.

The purpose of the preparation was so obvious, but Duke Mayhard said nothing.

Yelena couldn’t help but react to her opponent’s indifferent attitude.

‘Tch.’

Well, she already knew it would be like this.

She didn’t even expect much anyway.

Yelena stared at the large hand that applied medicine to her wrist.

Duke Mayhard gently applied medicine to her bruise with an overly careful touch.

He was so careful and delicate it was as if he was applying medicine with a feather.

Yelena could not resist the ticklish sensation and shrank slightly, causing Duke Mayhard to pause.

“Does it hurt?”