Chapter 4: CH 4

Ch4: (Leanhardt’s POV)

I’m sorry, Charlotte.

It’s not your fault. You’re not bad-looking, you’re a top-notch pianist, and you’re an interesting girl to talk to… I’m sure you’re the perfect person to marry.

As proof of this, my parents were very fond of Charlotte. They were happy to have such a good-natured girl as their daughter.

I want you to live your life with confidence. Don’t be discouraged by the fact that you’re attractive enough to go on with your life.

Yes, I had no choice.

The beautiful Miri Arzel—you could almost say she was a fairy or an angel.

Her long, beautiful black hair and ruby eyes are more beautiful than any work of art, and she’s also very pretty.

At the party, I fell in love with her at first sight.

But there were many who liked Miri, and I heard rumors that royalty was also after her.

As a man, it’s not cool to ask for her hand and get rejected.

So I compromised with Charlotte.

But that day… I was shocked, as if I’d been struck by lightning.

To my surprise, Miri had cried that she had always loved me and had fallen ill.

I couldn’t keep quiet. Before I knew it, my body was on its way to Count Arzel’s house.

Because the woman I fell in love with at first sight had become ill as a result of my presence.

As a man, I had no choice but to go and see her.

And I hugged Miri, who was crying in her room…”

“Charlotte, I’m going to marry Miri, who is as beautiful as an angel and loves me so much.”

I’ve decided to marry Miri.

Because you know what?

—It’s a miracle that the person I fell in love with at first sight loves me; it would be crazy of a person to ignore it.

I’m sorry, Charlotte, but I’m going to be happy.

I’ll be happy. A life where I turn around and see Miri’s face there… I can just imagine it.

And then Mirim and I saw each other every day.

I told her how wonderful she was.

I bought her clothes and jewelry that would suit her.

I went to the theater and the museum to make memories with her.

I was so happy that every day was colorful, and I knew what the word “love” meant.

This is true love. It’s a jewel that never changes…

I’ll never forget this feeling.

I had already decided that—

“That picture you drew earlier was interesting, like a frog laying eggs~”

“What? That was a frog’s spawn? No, it’s a masterpiece by the great artist Albertin that shows the battle between the gods—.

“Who’s Albertin? Is he famous?”

“You don’t know who Albertine is? Didn’t you learn about him in school?”

I wonder why.

Conversations with the people you love and who love you are amazingly boring.

Mirim basically never asked me to talk about anything, and she often didn’t know things that everyone would know.

Even if I explained everything, I could tell from her reaction that she wasn’t interested, so the conversation never got going.

“What’s the matter, Leanhardt-sama?”

But she is overwhelmingly pretty and beautiful.

Without a doubt, objectively speaking, Miri is the most beautiful woman in the country.

How can I not be happy in my life if I’m married to such a beautiful wo—

“This dish… It tastes so strange.”

The chef just explained that it’s a high-quality ingredient.

It’s very expensive! That’s three months’ wages for a servant. Each bite is equivalent to a month’s wages, so I want you to taste it.

After all, it took ten of the country’s gourmet hunters to get this food.

Aah—! Charlotte could talk about this food for more than 30 minutes.

Idiot! What was I thinking?

That choosing Miri as my wife was a mistake?

I’m happy. I’m happy. I’m happy. I’m happy. I’m happy—.