Please take care of me, future Marchioness.
Lydia, the last descendant of a witch, runs an antique shop.
Out of nowhere, she receives a marriage proposal from a marquis.
***
It all began with a man who suddenly showed up one day.
“I heard you handle objects that are possessed or cursed.”
He abruptly started unbuttoning his clothes one by one.
“Why are you suddenly undressing here?!”
Half of his revealed upper body was covered in a sinister, dark crimson color.
The marquis’s request was the removal of a curse.
But even with Lydia’s abilities, it required time.
And the method required daily physical contact with him…
“Then let’s get married.”
“What kind of proposal is that?!”
“It’s the most efficient way to avoid suspicion.”
“Who gets married for a reason like that?”
What on earth does this man think marriage is?
***
“First, lie down and take off your clothes.”
“Alright.”
“Don’t even think about reading those documents—just lie still!”
“I’m doing as you say.”
Hearing voices from the marquis couple’s bedroom in broad daylight, the servants could only smile with satisfaction.
In truth, Lydia was suffering from a terrible curse she had never encountered before,
and the marquis was becoming her test subject (?).
Well, maybe it’s not such a bad thing after all.
