After she processes what he said, she imagines her head on the guillotine. Her thoughts scatter when Edgar puts his hand on her shoulder.
Edgar: I'll miss you… look for me in your next life.
She taps Edgar's forehead irritably, then looks at Ronak, who is still pretending to be dead. She sighs, then raises her eyes to the Prince hesitantly and pleads:
She: Please, don't execute me! I didn't mean what I said… I'm a very innocent girl, but it seems the influence of Edgar's corrupt morals is starting to show on me!
Edgar forcefully throws his shoe at her head.
Iliarion tries to calm her down while wiping away tears of laughter: No, no… I won't execute you, our Saintess. Do you see a way to improve her condition? I have completely lost hope in curing her, but maybe we can make her… less bad.
Ronak suddenly gets up: That depends on how much you're willing to pay.
Iliarion (in a serious tone): Do you want me to execute you?
Ronak (shocked): Huh?! You tolerate that delinquent, but you get angry at me?!
Iliarion: Because you are a scoundrel… and I've wanted to execute you for a long time anyway.
Ronak stifles his annoyance as the priestess Lucy enters, trying to ease the tension:
Lucy: Come on, come on… We must begin treating the Crown Prince, time is running out.
Marin (rolling up her sleeves excitedly): Let's begin!
Iliarion: Then… go ahead.
Iliarion sits on the large sofa, exposing his back. She feels shy but climbs behind him and tries to focus her power. Suddenly, both are struck by a blue light.
Marin: Ouch!!
Iliarion sits hunched over in pain. She and Ronak quickly approach him.
She: Your Majesty! Are you alright?!
Iliarion: Yes… but what happened?
Ronak (seriously): Roc's power rejects your curse, Your Majesty.
Marin (starting to treat his back to ease the pain): What do you mean Roc did not accept it?
Ronak: The sorcerer who placed the curse on His Majesty must follow a Holy Beast from another kingdom. Holy Beasts instinctively oppose each other's powers.
Marin looks at the disappointed-looking Iliarion and strokes his hair. He is momentarily shocked but does not object.
Marin: So… what's the solution?
Edgar (in a sleepy tone): Breaking the sorcerer's curse without using Roc's power… is that it?
Ronak: Perhaps that would be best, but breaking the curse would be faster if the sorcerer is stronger than the curse-caster.
Marin: And where is your kingdom's sorcerer?
Iliarion: He was killed on charges of treason.
Edgar: What about that crazy musician?
Iliarion's awareness suddenly widens: Rioarin… the sorcerer of the neighboring kingdom. But he is the malicious type; he won't help us on his own, and we won't be able to reach him easily.
Marin (placing her hand under her chin): The situation is complicated then… Does that mean I am useless?
Iliarion stands up while putting on his coat: On the contrary, you are the Saintess… your existence is more important to the kingdom than my treatment. My recovery is not a priority.
She wipes away a tear of emotion: What a self-sacrificing person…
Edgar desperately tries to silence her.
Iliarion suddenly turns to her: Marin… what do you think? Am I not more handsome than the rumors say?
Marin and Edgar freeze in place.
Edgar (whispering): I heard he was narcissistic… I thought it was a rumor, but he's confirming it himself…
Marin: Yes… I thought he was the quiet type…