Ever since Wriothesley had lost his job due to an unexpected inconvenience about him being "no longer suitable" for being the owner of the Fortress of the Meropide, his life became horrible. Not only he lost his privileges, he was forced to remain inside the prison, the guards refusing to let him go outside and forcing him back into the Meropide.

After that incident, an unknown corporation was taking few prisoners to a place where God knows what, and Wriothesley was curious. He could go to that mysterious place and investigate it.

Days passed and he waited for his turn to be at that place.

It was night, Wriothesley was going to sleep like his usual routine, laying his head on the pillow and snoozing off.

[ 1st time in the laboratory. ]

When he woke up, he was in a completely different room.

How did he sleep through all of that?

The room was lit up everywhere, during night time the lights would shut off almost immediately when the clock hits 11 P.M. It was neatly tidy, often getting cleaned every 3 days. There was a bed in the corner of the room with a bedside, enough for one person to fit in. There were a few shelves with novels and newspapers mostly there to keep Wriothesley amused and updated on the outside world. Despite the spacious room and decorations, Wriothesley felt uneasy about the environment, but didn't know the reason why.

[ Weeks in the laboratory. ]

Another week another experiment.

It felt like a weekly routine at this point. Every Monday, all that damned researcher seemed to do is torture Wriothesley, injecting random chemicals into his bloodstream or do extreme experiments, which often happened, and even harmful stuff. Even if the experiments were really brutal, Clorinde kept a straight face and the usual silence, only stopping when Wriothesley was on the brink of death.

Clorinde walked into the metal room, pen and clipboard in hand as she approached Test Subject 364, A.K.A. Wriothesley, not bothering to even look at him in the eyes as she inspected the tall male head to toe, checking if he was compatible enough to withstand her upcoming experiment. Minutes passed during the thorough inspection, she then left the room without a word.

An hour later, she returned, the metal door slamming down behind her, creating a loud thud as it closed. She approached the former duke of the fortress, grabbing him by the jaw and forcing it open as she held up a vial filled with an unknown substance, swiftly popping it open. Clorinde struggled putting the mysterious liquid into Wriothesley's mouth, tightening her grip and forcing him onto the mattress, getting on top of him.

"Hold still, dear. Drink it."

She snapped lightly, accidentally letting the pet name slip from her lips. She grabbed the man's wrists with one hand and pinned it to the mattress, doing another attempt to force the liquid into his mouth. Despite the.. aggressive actions, it seemed like she was holding back from using her full strength.

Perhaps her love for Wriothesley still lingered?