NOVEL NEXT Chapter 21
Even though that bastard ate our Rabun, I had to read the letter.
Just by touching the letter, I could tell that it was written on high-quality paper. The bastard used the same high-quality paper that magic scholars use to write their papers, just for a letter. Outside, adventurers risk their lives to catch goblins to earn money for lodging and dinner, but this bastard used paper worth five days’ wages of a low-level adventurer for just one letter.
Vladimir Lenin of the Soviet Union said this. Let the capitalists eat shit. Come to think of it, both the north and the north are cold, and a proletarian revolution may break out soon.
When I unfolded the letter, the elaborate handwriting caught my eye. Dirty bourgeoisie, while children outside are learning pickpocketing skills to survive, they’re learning how to write fancy handwriting.
[Werner, I’m writing this letter to ask if you’ve been well lately.]
I was well, but your messenger ate my Rabun. Come to think of it, I was quite busy, so I wasn’t that well.
Come to think of it, wasn’t it because of her that I was caught? She put me in a life-threatening situation and sent me this letter. I thought it was a kind of personal attack.
[I would like to express my gratitude for the gift you gave me. I don’t usually wear accessories, but I’m wearing this one as an exception.]
My sense was not wrong. Look at my transcendent sense and crisis management skills. It was a good idea to buy the side story novel and the official setting book. I’m proud to be a black cow who bought a 30,000 won fan book to see what the characters like. It’s thanks to knowing that she likes snowflake-shaped accessories that I was able to survive today.
If there’s someone who can read my thoughts right now, I want to say this. Being a black cow is not something to be ashamed of, spend and spend and spend some more. That’s how you can survive in any work you’re reborn into. So the money I spent on that game was not in vain. It saved my life today.
[I’m not completely over my anger, but I’ll put aside the fact that you left me without a word.]
Indeed, she is the Grand Duke of the North. She has a very broad mind, and it’s thanks to this broad mind that she has ruled the north for generations. Come to think of it, if she’s a hereditary ruler of the north, she’ has one of those, right? I wonder if they really have nuclear weapons. (he’s talking about north korea)
[I’ve been busy lately, exterminating the demons in the northern Grand Duke’s territory.]
It’s admirable that she’s exterminating demons instead of her father, who was called up. If she were in front of me, I would have patted her head. Of course, she’s busy, so she won’t come here, which is a pity. It’s so pitiful that I can’t help but laugh.
[But since the extermination is almost over, I’m going to visit you soon.]
What the hell? The Grand Duke is doing the extermination too casually. She should have exterminated every single demon, not just a few. Such a lack of safety awareness can lead to a major disaster. A small mistake like this can cause an irreversible disaster.
Please, demons, gain the power of the Zerg (StarCraft) and multiply. I hope my fiancée gets so busy that she doesn’t even think about coming here. My fiancée is Jim Raynor, and the demons are the Zerg. How wonderful. If it’s possible, I’ll gladly fulfill the duty of the Queen of Blades.
[To be honest, my father’s sudden departure has not yet firmly established my political position. So I need to get married quickly.]
Who dares to question the position of our northern ruler? I thought I could just go and kill those guys. Instead of complicating things by getting married and having a child, I could just use magic to end it.
Instead of persuading those bastards and causing a ruckus, I could just gather them and fry them with lightning magic.
It’s all because the previous Grand Duke, her brother, did a sloppy job.
[If I have the name of a hero, a hero’s companion, I will be able to firmly establish my position.]
I’m not Werner. I have my own circumstances, and it’s difficult for me to do this.
Oh, yes, in romance fantasy, there’s a system of contract marriage where people get married for their own benefit and then divorce. I just need to use that. Indeed, the Grand Duke of the North is known for contract marriage. Thank you, romance fantasy writers.
[Of course, I will faithfully fulfill my noble obligations. Since my father arranged the marriage, don’t even dream of divorce.]
I’m pro divorce damn it. I shouldn’t have just spent money on mobile games and raised my book level.
[Moreover, regarding the issue of successors, I don’t want to cause a dispute by adopting a child, so I plan to have a proper child.]
She’s already thinking about having a child before getting married. Of course, I also used to name my grandchildren when I held a girl’s hand. The names were Gun-ma for a boy and Ye-won for a girl. Yes, I thought of that before the comic. (Don’t know what manga he’s talking about sorry. if you know tell me on the comments, please!)
[I’ll visit you soon, so please prepare. Your fiancée, Glacies Winterheart.]
Why does it feel like this letter is a death sentence? Even if we get married, will she treat me properly after I abandoned her and ran away, giving her the image of a forsaken fiancée? I might just be used to suck Werner’s reputation and have a child, and then be disposed of.
I sighed and wrote a reply, tied the letter to the bastard Sugar’s leg, and sent it off. I couldn’t avenge Rabun right now, but I will avenge him someday.
As I watched the bastard Sugar fly away in the distance, I thought. I might have to live like a bird in a cage if I get married. That’s a complete wreck.
“Werner, what’s wrong?”
Camellia suddenly appeared and grabbed my shoulder. She must have been worried because I was sighing.
“Sister… You know how scary Melchior can be when he’s angry, right?”
Melchior was Glacies’s father and one of Werner’s close brothers. It was Melchior who broke the aristocrat’s teapot when they looked down on Werner, a commoner-born wizard.
“Yes… He’s a berserker who doesn’t care about his surroundings when he’s angry.”
“But I think I’ve found someone scarier than him.”
It’s better to just break things around when you’re angry than to remember and ferment it.
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Sugar, the messenger, brought the letter, and Glacies smiled faintly as she unfolded it.
Her subordinate, who was curious because she usually didn’t smile, asked.
“Is it another letter from your fiancé?”
“Yes, it’s a letter from Werner, but it’s so funny…”
Her subordinate, who was curious about what kind of funny joke was written, asked again.
“What does it say? Did the Grand Duke write something like he likes you?”
“No, he just says he’s sorry for leaving me.”
Her subordinate couldn’t understand why she was laughing at such a simple content.
“Excuse me, but can I ask why you’re laughing?”
“It’s funny because of what’s written below. He’s worried about his position, so he says he’ll help me in any way other than marriage.”
“Haha, it’s funny that he’s worried about the Grand Duke’s position.”
Glacies’s concern about her position was almost a lie. Of course, there were people who coveted her position or didn’t recognize it, but Glacies considered them all as minor noises. In reality, they weren’t a big threat.
“No, it’s just that Werner is cute.”
“What? What did you say…?”
“The engagement 12 years ago was just a broken ceremony, but the engagement itself is still valid. But he says he can leave me if it’s not marriage… He’s so cute.”
Glacies’s subordinate started to feel fear. It was natural for him to feel his legs tremble when his usually cold and unfeeling master said such words.
“Excuse me, but I have to go see the other vassals, so I’ll take my leave.”
There was no such schedule, but Glacies’s subordinate lied to get away.
“Yes, go ahead.”
Glacies knew this, but she allowed him to leave because she wanted to be alone.
After her subordinate left, Glacies hugged Werner’s letter.
“Now I can meet you again soon… my hero.”
Glacies’s unrequited love for 15 years was not a light matter.