Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy chapter 164

The hawthorn tree is not broken - 5

The hawthorn tree is not broken – 5

The days of probation have already come to an end. I’m glad, I’m glad nothing happened in a week.

It seems that Enen also has a conscience. Beating someone who has already been beaten by someone else is too petty and cruel. Even if you look at the game, there is a protection period for beginners, and it is impossible to invade continuously for a certain period of time even if the main base is heavily robbed.

‘Am I too nervous?’

If you think about it, the members who entered the second semester were also on the quiet side. Unlike before, far from committing eccentricities in order to impress Louise, it was to the point where it felt as though she was enjoying her school days normally.

Besides, people like the principal and Villars are holding on even when things go wrong. I think I’m just doing this because I have to deal with it myself. I guess this is a disease.

‘I have developed a slave spirit.’

A sigh came out of my mixed feeling. After 4 years of rolling around, you take the chains on your ankles for granted. I’m not a slave who pays attention to make my master happy.

She looked down slightly and looked up again to see Marghetta drinking her tea.

“I’d rather not be a skinny bureaucrat.”

“Yes?”

Marghetta’s eyes widened at the sudden remark.

She did say with a nuance that, in fact, even if she was Marghetta, she had no particular intention of becoming a bureaucrat, and neither she nor she occasionally had anything to do with being a public servant. She did, but she never spoke out of context like she does now.

But she thought that if, very, she would be very sad if Margeta became a slave like me. She just can’t go on without saying…

“If I’m not a bureaucrat, I have nothing to do. Will Carl take care of it?”

Blinking her eyes for a moment, Marghetta smiled bashfully at her mischief. When she saw that, she smiled spontaneously. Certainly, her attack power is increasing day by day.

It’s a little disappointing. It was cute that she was shy when she spoke confidently, but now she is calm without even blushing on her face.

“I will take responsibility for whatever Marr does.”

“Really? I’m glad.”

Still, the regrettable defense was still there, so the regret was less. What is this sense of security that you feel ashamed of when you start and give an answer?

‘Do you want to check?’

That’s what she thought when she saw Margheta quietly licking her teacup with her face flushed red. I wonder if this isn’t Marghetta’s way of confirming her affection.

Last year, he refused marriage talks. Ever since they met at her academy, she knew Marghetta’s heart, but she pushed her aside. How can she be okay when she’s been through something like that?

It’s not strange if she looks fine on the outside but lacks affection on the inside. So she must be trying to fill her deficiency by listening to what she wants to hear.

‘The karma is heavy.’

What was I doing in the past? It’s weird and painful.

“Karl, I have a question for you.”

“Ah, yes. Speak comfortably.”

Thanks to Marghetta’s voice, I was able to get rid of the creeping sense of shame.

“Hey, maybe…”

I felt puzzled by her hesitation. Marghetta isn’t the type to hesitate about what to say, so what’s up?

But if she is pressed, she will have a harder time speaking. Wait quietly-

“What do you think about her having multiple wives?”

If the back…?

‘What is it?’

What does this mean?

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No, I understand what you mean, but I don’t know what you mean.

***

I almost sighed when I saw Carl’s confused appearance.

I fully understand how you feel. Saying this, I also feel dizzy, but the knife I hear is quite scary.

‘I don’t need to do this.’

I feel ridiculous and pitiful even to myself. I don’t have to do this, why am I doing this?

At least saying something nice to Carl about Lady Louise could do that. You can do that enough. But this blatant suggestion is on a different level. Rather, the knife can feel repulsive.

But what can I do? He’s already said it out loud.

“Actually… There are more people who like older brother.”

I remembered what Lady Louise said yesterday. He almost dropped the kettle when he heard that. I didn’t know that saying “Is it okay for three people?” Was referring to his wife.

When you think about it, it’s not that shocking. If a man is cool in my eyes, wouldn’t he be the same in other people’s eyes? It wouldn’t be strange if there were people who had feelings for Carl somewhere I didn’t know.

That’s why it’s only important that you brought that up in front of me.

“Irina also wants to be with her older brother. If that… Senpai allows it…”

After that, I spoke in detail, but it was simple to summarize.

I don’t even dare to aim for the position of the first wife, so she asked for permission for the next one. She wants to say this in person, but since she couldn’t visit suddenly, she said she wants to come tomorrow.

…Honestly, hearing from Lady Louise is quite sudden, but the surprise visit from the person concerned and the early delivery from the third person feel different.

“It’s been a while, Lady Irina.”

Anyway, we met. I had a lot of worries, but I didn’t refuse.

I know that Lady Irina’s family, Count Yorun, suffered damage from the Inspection Department. She even clicked her tongue, asking how the hell did her father do things like that.

And the victim had a heart for the perpetrator, Carl, the head of the inspection department. I can’t even imagine how difficult the process must have been.

‘I have nothing to say.’

How can others interfere with people’s emotions? Even to the young lady, who would have been nervous in her own way.

“If you’re serious about Carl, I won’t stop you.”

“Go, thank you!”

When I saw them happy, I was happy that I made the right choice.

But does Lady Irina know? No matter how much I allow it, considering the iron wall of the sword in the past, the road ahead will not be so smooth.

If Carl doesn’t accept Lady Louise and Lady Irina, if Carl pushes them away and hurts them—

‘That’s not good.’

They will go through the same pain I went through for a year.

“It’s common for high-ranking nobles to have multiple wives. I was wondering what Carl thinks.”

“Yes, well. A lot of people have multiple wives.”

So that’s how it got to this point. I opened my mouth, wondering if Carl would insist on monogamy rather than polygamy, or that he would push the two of them away forever.

It is remote. Even if I stay still, there is no harm. Actually, if you think that you will be able to monopolize Carl’s love, it’s better to stay still.

But what can I do? I just can’t keep my mouth shut. Knowing that an acquaintance is walking on a thorny path, I can’t help but turn a blind eye.

‘I wonder if he knows that I’m doing this.’

I almost laughed when I suddenly remembered the faces of the two young ladies. I’m doing this on my own, so I can’t be condescending, and I can’t use this as an excuse to get into debt.

‘Is there anything called debt?’

All I do is simply ask Carl’s intentions, and get him to think positively about taking as many denials as possible. No matter what I say, I can’t help it if I don’t like Carl himself.

Yes, it is not debt. I just do it because I want to do it.

***

Sometimes there are times when a trivial remark remains deep in my head. It is now.

‘Polygamy.’

The word continues to linger in my head even after Marghetta leaves.

To be honest, I never really cared about having multiple wives or just one. I borrowed the power of the mind of a former modern man of possession and said, ‘Where are the remnants of the old world!?’ It’s outdated here to say the same thing. Romance backgrounds are usually medieval and modern European.

Besides, if polygamy is to be tackled, shouldn’t we object to the status system in the first place? It’s a bit strange to pretend to be an aristocrat, eat well, and then suddenly go wild with polygamy.

“It doesn’t matter if there are several of them, as long as they agree with each other. In this day and age, there are no kidnapping marriages, so wouldn’t it be okay?”

So I answered Marghetta that way. Even the emperor had several wives, and even among the dukes there were those who had multiple wives, not to mention the nobles below them. In such a situation, ‘against polygamy!’ If you shout the same thing, will you be nothing but a reactionary molecule?

“If we agree… Yes, that’s what matters.”

Fortunately, it must have been an answer she liked. Marghetta nodded her head.

‘What is it really?’

I think I picked the correct answer, but I still don’t know what the intention was. Still, it went without incident, so are you okay?

Yeah, anyway, as long as Marghetta is in a good mood, that’s enough. She said there is nothing more important than that.

Besides, nothing happened until the last day of probation, so it’s not enough, it’s excessive.

I forgot the old saying that it’s not over until it’s over.

“Hey, advisor. Long time no see! How have you been?”

“Yes.”

It was really good until you came. I’ll see you tomorrow anyway, so why bother?

He nodded, trying to calm his rattling mouth. Still, I can’t tell the guy who came to visit me right away or tell him why he came.

Calm down. Although I suffered a lot from this guy in the first semester, I haven’t done anything right now. Even this probation is an accident that happened because I beat Ryutis. A heartwarming story of a victim coming to comfort the perpetrator.

“It took longer than expected to prepare. I wondered if this was going to be late, but luckily it was done on the last day!”

Routis burst out laughing like that and handed me a box.

“Health food for released prisoners.”

‘This bastard.’

The wording is strange. Just call it health food.

“It’s a famous dish, but I haven’t had a chance to see it.”

“I guess so.”

It’s a traitor if you give the prince food for sinners to eat.

I quickly felt uncomfortable, but I carefully opened the box with the eyes telling me to open it. Then, a white cake caught my eye.

…Cake?

‘Why is it ordinary?’

A cake for the released prisoner?

And looking at the top of the cake, the number 1377 was engraved. What else is this

“Originally, there should be a prisoner number, but the advisor doesn’t have such a thing. So I made it this year.”

“Ha.”

A moment of laughter burst out. Dude, this time it was a little funny.

And after sending Ryutis back, I laughed twice when I realized that the cake was made with tofu instead of bread.

Because I was locked up for a week, even trivial things make me laugh.

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  1. pink hair slayer says:

    oh yeah he finally get his tofu

  2. D.D_ says:

    Marr should have been the heroine of the original romance novel

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