He Said He Loved Me, but It Was Because of a Potion

“I never loved you.”

I was abandoned overnight.
He said he only loved me because of the love potion, and that all the time we’d spent together, everything between us, had only existed because of it.

The lover who left me was engaged to another woman in less than a month.

If only that had been the worst of it.

“They say she used some awful trick just to get a man.”
Everyone turned their backs on me.
“It wasn’t like that!”
But no one believed me.
Love, friendship, honor—I lost them all in an instant.

Time passed, like hell itself.
And then, three men appeared before me, out of nowhere.

“I don’t know why, but my heart raced when I saw you.”
A holy knight with a calm face, relentlessly confessing his love.

“Don’t run away. And don’t tell me to leave you, either.”
A mysterious attendant, all prickles on the outside, but oddly gentle underneath.

“Why won’t you use me?”
The Empire’s one and only war hero, who couldn’t take his eyes off me.

I didn’t want to believe it, but…
It was that damned love potion again.

Who is it?
Who keeps pushing me to the edge like this?

“It’s an illness. It’s a sickness. Not love.”

At last, I fed them the antidote,
And I thought I was finally free of them.

…Then why are they still looking at me like that?
This fake love farce should have ended long ago.