“What? Marriage with that guy?”

“Yes.”

Sis. Of course not, right?

Just a little while ago, we were talking about how terrible Percival is.

Someone like him...

“Well, maybe.”

My sister hesitated. Knowing her usual personality, that response stung even more.

“Sis... Do you... want to marry him?”@@novelbin@@

I don’t even want to beat around the bush! I almost said, “That arrogant, incompetent guy who has nothing to show for himself except his title, and even that, he can’t use properly,” but I stopped myself.

My sister laughed, showing the roof of her mouth.

“To be honest, I don’t want to marry anyone. Just thinking about wearing flour-dough-like clothes at the church and hearing, ‘Now, Natalie is a bride who will submit to one man,’ gives me chills.”

“...”

“But I have to get married eventually. Just like how people who don’t want to die can’t avoid death. If I refuse this marriage, the only option left for me is the convent.”

I know. That’s what most noble ladies who can’t marry end up doing in this era, and that’s the path Natalie walked in the original story.

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