A week had passed since the tense dinner between Harold and Mezlen.

After coldly rejecting the princess’s request, Harold hadn’t sought her out even once. He merely kept tabs on the progress of her research on the magic hardening disease cure from a distance.@@novelbin@@

He’d expected her to succumb to despair after being rejected, abandoning both her research and the ongoing clinical trials, but she didn’t. Of course, it was only a matter of time before physical constraints forced the research to halt.

"It’s probably best not to expect anyone else to take over her research in the future."

The only people who fully understood the details of the magic hardening disease cure were Mezlen and her attendant, Kate. If the princess were to marry a foreign prince as part of a state alliance, both would leave for another country.

Continuing the research himself seemed unlikely, especially since he had already refused her request. Besides, Harold himself had only passively observed the research’s clumsy progress without truly understanding its depth.

Once Mezlen disappeared from the capital, the research into the cure would come to an end. If someone else ever resumed studying such a rare, unprofitable disease, it would likely be centuries in the future.

Still, Harold reminded himself that using his influence to keep her in the capital was out of the question.

Betraying the memory of his first and only love, long gone, or exploiting a second wife who would never be loved to satisfy lingering regrets was nothing short of selfish desire.

And so, determined to end things while he still had the chance, Harold had begun preparing to leave the capital days earlier. Staying too long risked rekindling unnecessary attachments.

He resolved to leave behind both the unfinished cure and the memories of the young princess who had developed feelings for him.

"Perhaps I should stop by Blackwood and oversee Ethan’s ascension before wandering elsewhere."

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