Princess Margaret's voice, carrying a strange rhythm, echoed softly in the corridor. "Tell me, how exactly did you break the curse left by Othilia?"
Murphy's gaze was somewhat unfocused. "It was Viscount Hans... He provided a special restorative elixir..."
"Oh?" The Princess leaned forward slightly, a green light flickering in her eyes. "Then, the fact that you lost your fertility—was that also because of Viscount Hans's elixir?"
"Yes... The elixir cured the curse, but the price was... the inability to ever have an heir..." Murphy's voice suddenly grew agitated. "That damned Hans! He knew the elixir would have such a side effect, yet he never warned me! He stole the Duval Clan's hope for continuation, that despicable villain!"
