Grace was a disgrace to the Alberton family, who has been blessed with magical abilities for generations.
Her family forced her, an incompetent person, into a political marriage with a cursed monster Duke, which she could not accept and was eventual...
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[--must be done]
".......!"
[--For you to--your--is required. -- enough to soak the entire body.]
Someone's voice was heard mixed with the sound of a bug crawling in her ears. The voice was one that Grace had never heard of. It was shady, unpleasant, and disgusting just to hear. The voice, which seemed to draw out negative emotions, was constantly chattering in Grace's ears.
[-must die, Duke Felix's brides, all of them. - - - until.]
".....!"
Grace hurriedly breathed in at the eerie voice and laughter that followed.
'I can't believe I have to die. Why? Who the hell are you? Why are you saying that?'
Grace shouted desperately at the voice whispering in her ear, but all she could hear was a chilling laugh. Grace felt goosebumps all over her body at the sound. The laughter seemed to be chaining her whole body and strangling her neck like a chain. Grace tried to scream in fear, but no sound came out, as if someone had shut her mouth.
'......no, I'm scared. I'm afraid! I don't want to die again. Someone, someone, please...!'
'Please, someone, stop this noise.'
Grace was praying in her heart.
"Stop, Duke Alberton."
Suddenly, she saw a hand lying on the Bible and all the sounds stopped. Then, in Grace's ear, Arthur's voice rang. Arthur, who had removed her hand from the Bible, had brought a halt to this. At that moment, Grace looked at her surroundings with blank eyes, with the terrible noise that disappeared like a lie. Realizing what had happened a while ago was a fantasy, Grace let out a breath.
'What the hell was that? Is it... is it the curse?'
Grace looked at the face of her father, Duke Alberton, who had stopped chanting with confused eyes. Duke Alberton, with a cold sweat on his forehead, glanced at Grace, who was still trembling with fear, and soon growled at Arthur, who stood beside him.
"What are you doing, Duke Felix? I can't believe you stopped the ritual of blessing."
Arthur glared back at Duke Alberton.
"Can't you see it?"
"What do you mean?"
"My wife is shaking."
With those words, Arthur held Grace's hand. Grace tried to pull out her hand, surprised by the way he clasped her wet hand without hesitation, but Arthur held it even tighter. Then, he said to the emperor, who sat on the throne and watched the situation with a strange gaze.
"Forgive me your rudeness, Your Majesty. I think the blessing ritual should stop here."
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