Doctor Madlock was one of the rare kind of people who was unlucky enough to deserve a seat in the guest room of the Carmillion mansion. The surface was wildly gloomy, yet the inside was rich with the splendid architectural style he had never seen anywhere in the empire.
The fear and anxiety he was feeling clouded his admiration. Even the biscuits looked deathly to him. The knight stood beside him. So he took the teacup. As he brought the teacup to his mouth, someone knocked on the door, and the grand duke in casual clothes entered.
His legs stood up before he commanded them. "Please sit, doctor. I appreciate Her Highness's kindness. But Doctor Ripley was able to bring the results yesterday morning," He said, sitting across him on the couch and crossing his legs.
Thank you, goddess. Dr. Madlock prayed. The disease of the crown princess... no, lady Carmillion had was an unknown one.
