When the Witch is Imprinted

“Sir, this is Khan.”

Khan, who had been knocking on the closed door with a nervous expression on his face, was a little worried when he heard no answer, then carefully grabbed the doorknob and went inside.

“…….”

He was at a loss for words for a moment inside the disastrous interior that had just been organized.

Papers and broken ornaments scattered all over the floor. And the big scratches that the owner made while a beast because he couldn't overcome the raging emotions.

Its original setting, which was neat and tidy, was nowhere to be found. And it was all because of the missing companion and the ambivalent imprinting.

“Did I tell you to come in?”

Carlyle, who had become extremely sensitive as he suffered from constant high fever, heat, and anxiety that gnawed at his stomach, glared at his aid.

‘Calm, calm down.’

Khan was choked with the creepy feeling of being torn to pieces, but he did his duty as he calmly puts the plate he brought on the desk.

“…… This is a newly acquired herb. They said you can chew it as it is.”

“…….”

Carlyle stood but stared at the pile of herbs on the plate with tired eyes.

‘This time, please, it should work.’

For a Winnington, a spouse is life. A wolf prisoner abandoned by his companion suffers a burning pain, which is accompanied by severe fever and goes into heat. In severe cases, it turns into a beast like Carlyle, showing aggression or howling.

It can be said that the current Marquis of Winnington has entered a state of emergency, since if he and his partner parted for any unfavorable reason, he would end up taking his own life. In fact, Carlyle's father died in agony after losing his wife due to illness.

“Have you heard of her about her yet?”

“Currently, we are working hard to search the neighborhood.”

“…… Incompetent. Alright, go out.”

Damn it. Even if things are a little bit better, I'm going to go on my own.

Carlyle, impatient with the consistent results for the past two weeks, turned his back to Khan, who shook his head as if he was sorry, and harshly shoved the herb into his mouth.

Khan didn't want to touch the heart of the lord anymore, so he quietly left the office without making a single footstep.

“Hey, Khan. Does His Excellency feel better?“

As he was walking down the hallway with a worried look on his face, Knight Captain Hawkins, who was just walking in the opposite direction, asked about the lord. Since the day Luce disappeared, the most talked-about story in the castle was about Carlyle.

“No, not at all. To be honest, I don't expect much from this herb."

"Huh…… wasn’t it passed down from generation to generation!”

We don't know if your Excellency will get sick and die! When the excited Hawkins questioned in a loud voice, Khan, who grew serious at the same time, rubbed his tired eyes and said in a pleading voice.

"Actually…… I've been waking up all night and looking through the records, but I can't find a situation like this anywhere."

Cases of unstable imprinting were common. But they all had one thing in common. Unlike Carlyle, those had a companion next to them and had succeeded in imprinting in the end. According to the records, even if the imprint is unstable due to disagreement, if you continue to mix your body, you will eventually be tied up as a complete companion.

Naturally, most of the relationships formed that way did not lead to happy endings, but for those who were blind to their companions, it seemed more tolerable to force their companion to be tied up like a bird in a cage than a horrific parting. Even if it was a way to receive deep hatred from loved ones.

‘But the current situation of our Excellency is difficult.’

After all, finding the missing hostess even though you couldn’t feel the energy of your companion was like looking for a gemstone in the desert.

“The symptoms are getting more and more severe…… It no longer listen to herbs.”

“Damn, we’re in trouble.”

"Or not…… I'm thinking of getting some help from a potion."

“Magic?”

At Khan's new opinion, Hawkins asked, widening his eyes. Obviously, unlike those made by simply mixing medicinal herbs, potions with the power of ‘magic’ have different effects depending on the talent or skill of the maker, even if they use the same ingredients. Perhaps a potion that could calm Carlyle's symptoms would be very expensive, but the wealth of Marquis Winnington was enough to cover it.

“Should I ask the pharmacists in the capital city right now?”

The problem, however, was that in order to make a potion, you had to be born with mana, and there were few such pharmacists, and among them, there were very few people who could make the best potion.

‘Is there any pharmacist like that in the estate?’

Khan pondered with a serious face.

“Ugh……. But, I don't know if the potion can fill the mistress's place."

“I don’t want to go there. To request it in the first place, you have to reveal your true identity, right? I just want His Excellency’s nervousness to be resolved.”

Sigh. Is there any place that sells good potions? Khan muttered to himself as if in a headache and left.

* * * (MTL by Pink Grapes)