Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy chapter 220

An anniversary for sure - 4

An anniversary for sure – 4

I bought a satisfying gift. Even if I thought about it more, I couldn’t have found a better gift than this.

Yeah, I thought it was too difficult. It’s not a gift you give once in a lifetime, isn’t there something appropriate for a first birthday gift?

‘There is only this.’

The case you hold in your hand. To be precise, I looked down at the ring carefully kept in the case.

To be honest, I briefly contemplated whether to use a ruby like the color of Marghetta’s hair or an emerald like her eyes, but I just went with a diamond. Even in this world, diamonds are considered the finest jewels.

Of course, Marghetta would have played with diamonds, but a ring is a gift with greater symbolism than price. It is not something I buy with my own money, but something that is worth receiving from others.

‘Perfect.’

A sense of relief and pride welled up from the depths of my heart. Calm down Marghetta’s anxiety, the best gift I can give.

It’s really perfect. This is the best choice you can make ahead of the New Year’s celebration. Marghetta would be genuinely happy too.

“A ring that adjusts in size to fit the wearer.”

“Oh.”

Besides, the only size that bothered me. Since he had held Marghetta’s hand many times, he wondered if he should hit it with his senses, but her magical power was great. They say that whatever you buy will be controlled on its own.

So, in addition to keeping my silence secret, I also gave a little tip. A merchant who satisfies his customers must earn a lot, no matter what.

‘Three days later.’

I looked at the calendar. The day I highlighted in red several times in case I would forget it just in case.

It’s Marghetta’s birthday in just three days. In the meantime, you can thoroughly hide and hide it, and present it on the same day. For that reason, I didn’t even go to the vice president’s office today. It would be difficult if they were found out because they couldn’t manage their facial expressions.

It bothers me that I can’t even say I can’t go today, but let’s say I’m so busy that I can’t even contact you. It’s not wrong to say that my head was complicated with choosing a gift.

The next day, when she went to the vice president’s office, the usual owner was gone.

‘What is it?’

I wondered if he had gone out, but he didn’t.

“Absent?”

“Yes. I got a call this morning. They said there was no need to worry because it was a cold, but…”

I just nodded at the chairman’s words and came out quickly. Without Marghetta, she has no reason to be in the student council room. Rather, it would only interfere with the student council’s work.

Still, I feel a bit bitter. If I knew I wouldn’t see you today, I would have come yesterday. At least I will contact you.

‘Cold.’

And I don’t believe in saying that there is no need to worry. Not because I don’t trust the president, but because I know Marghetta well.

Marghetta, who values her face, even makes her absent. If it was really a cold of the level of coughing a few times, I would have come without incident.

It’s definitely not a mild cold. The weather is getting colder. Could it be the flu?

‘Even magic doesn’t work on bottles.’

Unfortunately, this continent’s treatment is all-in on wound healing. It can be fixed in the blink of an eye even if a limb is blown off and shows off talent, but it is weak against minor ailments such as colds and headaches.

Fortunately, ‘Where do headaches come from? Right in the head! Destroy!’ It’s not that it’s weak, but it’s not even a level that can get better in one day. In the first place, even in the world of Bing, that was impossible.

‘Today, of course.’

Guilt flooded her as she imagined Marghetta lying in her bed.

Even if it happened on another day, it would have hurt my heart, but it happened the day after I hit Marguetta as a surprise. I can’t help but wonder if it’s not my fault.

Of course, I’m not the plague god who controls colds, so I’m overly self-conscious, but I can’t help but worry about it.

‘I have to contact you first.’

Holding a sigh, he pulled out a communication tool. First, ask if you’re okay, and if Marghetta says she’s okay, you should go see her in the hospital.

Going to the girls’ dormitory is a bit obvious, but I don’t care if Marghetta is sick. If necessary, she should go at least dressed as a woman.

…And I never reached out to Marghetta.

‘Damn it.’

It feels like my blood is drying up. Is this a cold? Didn’t you pass out or something?

***

Today I lay in bed all day. I blinked helplessly and looked up at the ceiling.

‘I have to wake up…’

This shouldn’t be the case. I am a member of the Duke of Varenti, and the vice-president of the historical Imperial Academy Student Council.

You have to show an appearance worthy of the name you carry on your shoulders. You must always show a confident and responsible appearance. That’s what people expect of me, what I should look like when I live as myself.

But unlike the head, the body did not intend to rise.

‘It’s Yunan.’

A bitter laugh came out. I felt pathetic and ashamed of myself for crying alone, becoming helpless alone, and lying alone.

I cried alone even though I knew that Carl still had scars in his heart. Even knowing that I was too greedy for Carl, and knowing that I had to care for Carl before anyone else.

It’s pitiful. Will the sword’s wounds go away if I do this? If I’m like this, will it be something I didn’t have greed for?

‘I’d rather be worried.’

Karl is such a person. He talks about the wound that tore his heart as if it’s not a big deal, and makes a fuss about his other people’s wounds as if they were fatal.

The more I am like this, the more difficult it will be for me. I know, I know too well.

…No, can I say I know knives well?

I don’t know. I don’t know anything. Had I known better, I wouldn’t have left the sword to the point where it would go to the grave.

At the same time, he boasted that he knew Carl well, and that Carl and I had a fateful relationship.

‘Fate…’

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Now, the word “Destiny” Squeezed my heart.

Yeah, I thought it was destiny. Thanks to my father who cares for the youngest child so much, my conditions for becoming a groom have increased day by day, and I thought I would marry a little later.

At that time, the knife appeared like a comet. A man of destiny who satisfies my father’s demanding requirements and fell in love with me.

That’s why I thought it was destiny. This man is my destiny, this encounter is also our destiny.

‘It can’t be fate.’

If our meeting is destiny, is it fate that Carl lost his first love? Is it fate to suffer from indelible scars?

It shouldn’t be destiny. It shouldn’t be. If Carl’s sadness was meant to meet me, it means that Carl had to suffer in order for me to be happy.

I can’t handle such a fate. I’m so terrible and resentful of myself who I’ve liked as fate so far.

“I’m sorry…”

Muttered as he buried his face in the pillow. It was an apology that no one heard, but he opened his mouth several times.

I’m sorry I didn’t see your pain after saying I love you.

I’m sorry I only thought about the hard times.

“I’m sorry…”

I’m sorry you thought your death was fate.

Sorry for not being able to embrace the pain of the man you loved—

– Knock Knock

An apology to Carl, to the person Carl first loved.

But even that didn’t work properly. A sudden sound broke my thoughts.

I’m sorry. I’m the one who can’t even apologize

“Huh…?”

I raised my head slightly and looked where the sound came from, and I heard a bewildered sound.

It wasn’t the door, it was the knock on the window. And a familiar face through the window.

‘A knife?’

My head stiffened when I saw the knife waving.

Why is there a knife in the girls’ dormitory? Besides, if you’re here, you’re inside, why outside?

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No, my room is on the 3rd floor in the first place?

…Ghosts?

***

Right after the 2nd prince faction fell into disarray, in other words, the time when they didn’t admit that they were ruined like dogs and endured.

At that time, even if the Inspection Department tried to enforce it properly, there were people who would lock the door to the mansion and hold on. The more you do, the more you commit crimes, but these are crazy things.

Anyway, while you hold out, the inspected subjects may incinerate important documents. It required a rapid intrusion that was not universal.

“…What are you doing?”

“Practice walking on water. Wouldn’t it be possible if you put another foot before you sink?”

That’s when I thought of Walter. For this inexperienced friend, the one in the grave provided help.

I watched in real time the shovel he said he would walk on water, and the voyage that succeeded in walking at all costs. Thanks to you, I knew how to do that.

I applied it and rode on the wall. Anyway, as long as your feet touch the wall, you can go up any number of floors.

So I broke the window and entered. The chews, then it was very worth seeing.

“So it’s not like a ghost. Where are the ghosts that roam around in broad daylight?”

That must have looked frightening in the eyes of a well-grown princess. Marghetta, whose eyes met through her window, turned blue in an instant and rolled off the bed.

“Mi, I’m sorry. I wonder if the knife… Is extreme…”

Having said that, Margeta bit his lip and giggled.

This is an absurd misunderstanding. I will live long I’m going to live a damn long time It is unfair that he dies before the minister, and shouldn’t he retire someday and enjoy a peaceful unemployed life?

Still, I knew why Marghetta had such a misunderstanding, so I quietly patted her.

‘How far has it spread?’

Of course, the homeless incident also reached Marghetta’s ears. I knew it would come in someday, but I never thought it would be this fast.

Could this bastard from section 2 deliberately spread rumors about me in order to cover up rumors from section 1?

“Don’t worry, Mar. Where am I going to leave Marr?”

At those words, Marghetta shed more sorrowful tears. It is difficult. She usually got through when she said this.

Is it because you didn’t show your face yesterday? Certainly, you would think it would be a big deal if you couldn’t even see the face of the guy who was babbling drunk. You will think that my consolation is forced consolation.

Damn it. If I had known it would be like this, I would have delayed buying gifts. It’s a birthday gift anyway, so you didn’t have to buy it in advance.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Yes?”

There was no proper answer to the sudden apology. In the current mood, I am the one who should apologize.

But Marghetta held me in my arms and only repeatedly said she was sorry. It would have been understandable if he had complained about why he didn’t come yesterday.

“Sorry, I-I don’t know anything about knives…”

Can’t you find out what you don’t know, the words stopped at the end of his throat. The look on Marghetta’s face as she raised her head was so miserable.

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Now, no matter what I say, it doesn’t work. Even if you react as if nothing is wrong, Marghetta will not tolerate it.

“On the sidelines, they just show off, they just get jealous…”

Margeta spoke with a guilty face, but he couldn’t understand what he was saying.

Struggling? Jealousy?

‘Is that so?’

First of all, I know that Marghetta’s standards and mine are very different.

“He said he’d wait for Carl to open up, but he really just waited. He should’ve helped a bit…”

I couldn’t understand this time either. I asked you to wait, so what’s wrong with waiting?

Rather, he would have been embarrassed if Marghetta had actively taken care of his mental health. Because the person who pushed me away due to my personal circumstances is taking care of that personal situation as well.

“Carl… Late, really late… Can I be of any help to Carl?”

My head is dizzy. Already having Marghetta by my side helps a lot.

And the ring case in my chest felt too heavy.

‘There are two days left.’

Only two days until my birthday.

In those two days, a major accident occurred that made the main character cry.

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