My funeral has begun. “How can you not even shed a tear when your twin sister is dead?” “The rumors about her being an idiot must have been true.” “I heard she always had an inferiority complex in the first place? Who knows what she was like from inside?” I took poison and died. And overnight, became Mergen’s burden, Irene. You said you wanted to live like me? No, Irene. You can’t live like me. * “You won’t go anywhere without my permission. sister.” Since when did Abel, who treated Irene like a bug, started calling her sister? “Fulfill your promise. Our deal isn’t over yet” My former fiancé, who had been in a strictly business relationship, began to treat Irene like he used to treat me. “I don’t care what that matter is. Unlike you, I’m a vulgar mongrel, so whatever I swallow, I digest it well.” Why is the grand duke, whom he thought of an enemy, doing this? The attitude of three confused men changed. In a world without eternal enemies or allies, but has there ever been a time when everything was unclear like this?