The day her husband, whom she thought was dead, returned—he wasn't alone. "The princess and I are just friends. I hope you won't misunderstand." Her husband, who returned with a beautiful foreign princess, plunged Trisha's life into hell. "My Edi asked me to give you this." On the paper the princess handed her, a brief message was written in her husband's handwriting. 「You were nothing to me, Trisha Rosenstine. Did you really think I'd actually marry some foreign woman who had nothing going for her except her face?」 It wasn't that they got divorced—there was no trace of a marriage registration to begin with. She hadn't chosen the wrong side; she had never been on any side at all. Trisha had been abandoned by a man who had never been her husband, not even for a single moment. 'I'll crush you thoroughly.' Trisha, who desired revenge, turned back time and took the hand of Millard, her former disciple whom she had abandoned. But the attitude of her former disciple, whom she thought of as merely a political ally, was a bit strange. She naturally assumed he would hate her... "Kiss me, Master." "...What?" "In a world where even friends kiss, doing it with a beloved disciple is nothing, right?" Millard pulled her waist toward him with a gentle smile.