As soon as I took possession of this body, I found myself on the verge of marrying a 60-year-old man. In this situation, there was only one way out.
“…Let’s run away.”
Running away was the only way to escape both the marriage and the course of the story.
“Kekeke, as you commanded, I’ve brought the Holy Knight, Adriel, Master!”
An adorable blonde fairy appeared, having kidnapped a Holy Knight.
“Rosemary Ferial. I’ve heard rumors about you, but I didn’t realize you were this pathetic.”
This Holy Knight is destined to become a bloodthirsty murderer who will eventually kill me. I tried to release him amicably, emphasizing as much as possible, “I don’t like you anymore!” But then he asked,
“Why don’t you just settle down here?”
“Are you allowing me to?”
“Would you?”
Why is this Holy Knight coming back into the house on his own?
“Master, don’t get married… What will happen to me if you do?”
Now I find myself comforting this blonde fairy.
“I like you. I’ve never felt this way before. Could this be love?”
And why on earth did I end up receiving a proposal from this psychopathic Marquis? All I ever wanted was to be rich.
