A Bad Example of a Perfect Curse

Adrian died. It was all because of a curse. Adrina was Adrian’s curse.

People began calling Adrina, who was herself a curse, by the name Adrian.

Adrina, who became a knight in place of her brother who was buried underground together with her hair, meets another person cursed while working in the palace.

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“Is he the protagonist of another rumor?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

The man recalled the youth whose gaze was slightly higher than his own.

The one with a face closer to a woman’s than to a man’s looked down at him with a strange expression.

“Impudent.”

“If you don’t like it, I can request a change.”

“Leave it.”

Not long after, the man ironically finds a clue to neutralizing the curse through a woman who is herself a curse.

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“Adrian.”

The duke said as he entered the bedroom.

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Come here. You should do your job.”

He said, threading his own legs between Yuls’s legs where Adi was sitting.

“Your Grace, that is improper.”

The distance is close. She blinked at the lips that were bumping into hers. The duke’s long eyelashes came into view. They were all red. Yuls, who opened his eyes, used his thumb to wipe Adi’s lips.

“Witches.”

“... ...”

“Romantic, aren’t they? A curse that is broken by kissing.”