Even if he just touched a strand of her hair, she would be nauseous to death.

If one day she had to share a room with him, she would volunteer to drag him along to die.

Bertha suppressed her feelings of wanting to kill him immediately. She gradually regained her reason and asked again with a cold voice.

“It seems like you're not 100% sure you'll receive the antidote. Before coming here I heard that it was the property of the Royal Family, even in country H there is only ...