Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy chapter 221

An anniversary for sure – 5

I think I bought a cursed ring. It wasn’t a magic ring, it was a curse ring.

I even heard a reasonable suspicion that I might have bought something strange and made Marghetta cry. Otherwise, I can’t understand this situation where Marghetta is suddenly sobbing.

‘Help.’

And the most incomprehensible thing was that.

I am grateful enough that Marghetta is already by my side and that she waits by my side. But how can you say you want to be more helpful than you are now?

My head was complicated, but I have to say something. Silence can’t be golden in the current situation. Rather, it would only make Marghetta’s condition worse.

“Marr. Marr is already helping me more than anyone else.”

“A lie.”

Margeta shook her head resolutely at her heartfelt words. Her crying was still there, but her words didn’t stop.

“Then why, why did you go to Jedo without telling me? Why were you alone in the graveyard?”

I almost sighed when I saw Marghetta continue her words with trembling eyes.

Why did you go to Jedo Island? I just went because the prince invited me to eat. She had gone light-hearted, knowing, of course, that she would be back the same day.

Of course, crawling on all fours in the cemetery was unexpected. I could have imagined that I would receive a confession from Section 1.

‘How do you say that?’

4 Years as a civil servant. She has reached a point where she can lightly put a steel plate on her face when she needs to be shameless, but there are limits to that too.

A subordinate employee confessed to Marghetta, who was already confused by Ma Jong-gong. I’ll cool down for a bit and come back.’ How can I get the same word out? I can’t bear to put it in my mouth unless I’m a dizzy idiot.

Besides, I had no idea that rumors would spread so quickly. I got caught before I could think of anything to say about it.

“Is it because I… Can’t rely on Carl?”

I almost sighed as he lowered his head and muttered pitifully.

It’s not because I couldn’t make up my mind. I just kept my mouth shut because I didn’t want to hurt Marghetta, and I thought I could handle it alone. It also helped that it was something I was ashamed to say.

I didn’t know that choice would be poison to Marghetta.

“I also want to be of help to Carl. I want to see Carl’s wounds and pain.”

“Mar.”

I opened her mouth to comfort the depressed Marghetta, but Marghetta cowered even more at my voice.

“…I’m sorry. Was I too selfish?”

Carefully raising her head, Marghetta forced a smile.

“If Carl doesn’t speak, it’s all for a reason. I said I’d wait, but now…”

Then she wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled naturally. No, can I say that it is natural?

“I’m sorry I said anything. Just… Just think of it as bullsh*t.”

She made no reply to that.

Because I think I know how the situation ended up like this. A very small chance piled up and piled up and finally exploded.

Confessing her feelings to Marghetta during her vacation. In fact, she’s embarrassed to have even confided in that. It was too gloomy and heavy to say as it is, so I said it as briefly as possible.

The choices at that time flowed and flowed and continued until now. I was considerate of Marghetta because I didn’t tell her everything, and she was anxious because she didn’t hear everything.

“Is it because I… Can’t rely on Carl?”

‘Damn it.’

Where have you heard that? Even to myself several times.

When the person you love doesn’t seem to trust you. When you try to handle it alone without saying anything to me.

I also felt that way towards Hecate. Wasn’t it resentful that Hecate seemed unable to rely on me and left?

I sighed involuntarily. From the outside, it seems that this case broke out because of the confession of section 1 and the homelessness of the cemetery. But in reality, there is a strange gap between me and Marghetta. It’s like a problem that exploded because of that gap.

And I quietly hugged Marghetta, who started to notice because of my sigh.

“Ka, Carl?”

I heard a panicked voice, but I went to bed without answering anything.

Because what I’m going to talk about from now on is heavy and boring. At least the body should be comfortable, shouldn’t it?

“Mar.”

“Ah, yes, yes.”

“Actually, it hurts a lot.”

Anyway, where should I start talking?

Yes, I should speak slowly, starting with the Great Subjugation War.

Anyway, if you’re going to talk about the orphanage, you’ll have to listen to it from then on.

It feels a bit different. Have you ever talked about the events of that time so vividly?

Though it served as a living textbook for Gerhardt, it was event and character-centered information delivery to the last.

But now, in my sight, it was a lamentation full of my heart. A lament that has never been done to anyone.

“That’s not a very good story, is it?”

In a way, it is an ugly and embarrassing act. A 21-year-old adult told an 18-year-old, ‘The world sucks.’ Because you’re making the same complaint.

But now is the time to do it. It should not be a conversation between 21-year-old Carl and 18-year-old Marghetta, but rather a conversation between people who will open up and spend the rest of their lives together.

“Then, that Hecate…”

The longer I spoke, the more Marghetta, whose expression turned whiter, opened her mouth cautiously.

In the meantime, I laughed a little, probably because of the honorific title. Hecate, the princess calls you angry.

“Yes. I was seriously injured in the battle with the reverse puncture. It’s a wound that can’t be healed… I think it left me.”

“That’s right.”

Margeta bowed her head as if she were a sinner. Even if people like it, it’s too good. The only criminals involved in that incident were me, who failed to protect Kagan and Hecate, the culprits.

Kagan is dead, so in the end I am the only one guilty. It’s absolutely not something Marghetta should be sorry for.

“Hey, Carl.”

“Yes, Mar. Please speak comfortably.”

He said softly to Marghetta, who was still holding her head down.

It’s a necessary conversation and a shock to be received, but that doesn’t weaken the shock. My role is to caress the confused Marghetta.

Besides, if I take good care of Marghetta now, I won’t be indebted to her in the future either.

“The knife… Is it still scarred?”

“Ah.”

I smiled bitterly at those words.

The fact that the battle with Kagan was fierce, and that the wounds inflicted by Kagan remain permanently. Upon hearing that, Marghetta had no choice but to worry about my condition.

“Yes. It lasted a long time, probably because he is a very nasty guy.”

“Show me.”

“Yes?”

This was a slightly unexpected request.

“I want to know everything, everything. All the knife wounds.”

He speaks confidently even with watery eyes. It’s hard to refuse a request like that.

‘I’ll show you anyway…’

The worry was short-lived. Marriage with Marghetta is not a wound that can be hidden for the rest of your life, as long as you are thinking about it.

If you hide it and show it on the first night, won’t the night pass while soothing the crying Marghetta?

So, she nodded once and took off her coat and shirt. It’s a bit embarrassing to take off her clothes in front of others, but I try to calmly move her hand.

“Ah…”

And when the wound was exposed, a low sigh resounded.

“Isn’t that ugly?”

Honestly, it looks ugly even to me. Because it was a wound that barely covered flesh, the cut marks are still visible. f*cking Kagan, if you’re going to die, you’re going to die nicely.

A sword scar extending from the left shoulder to the right pelvis area. It’s not that the wound on the back is considered shameful for a swordsman, but it’s a wound that was too grandiose. I’m also startled sometimes, but what about Marghetta?

“No.”

But Marghetta carefully stroked my wound.

“Not ugly at all.”

“Is that so?”

Thank you even for empty words. Of course, in this situation, ‘Yes, it’s f*cking ugly.’ How many people can say that?

Anyway, while stroking my wound, Marghetta started to weep again.

“I didn’t know that Mar was such a crybaby.”

“Mi, I’m sorry. I stopped without realizing it.”

Marghetta hurriedly wiped away her tears at my teasing, but it can’t be easily stopped when they have already started flowing.

I feel bad. It was expected that Marghetta would be shocked. She also said that she was prepared for it. She’s afraid of being sick now, so she can’t live with the secret in the future.

Still, seeing it in person is different from what I expected. How can I feel at ease if I think that someone is crying because of me?

“…I was lacking a lot.”

As we gently embraced Marghetta, who burrowed into her arms. Margeta, who had been in her arms for a while, opened her mouth softly.

“I was conceited that I knew knives without knowing this, and even after knowing it, I couldn’t handle it alone.”

“It’s not about handling it. It’s about taking it with you.”

I feel guilty too one-sidedly. If it was Marghetta’s fault, the only one was that she didn’t know.

“Then you haven’t been together until now?”

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No, that’s how it works?

“I’m sorry. I can’t be of any help, but I’m sorry for being a burden…”

“Mar…”

It’s a pity. Marghetta’s self-esteem went to the bottom.

‘Did I say too many times in a row?’

The thought that I should have split it up a little bit raised my head. To that extent, Marghetta’s condition was not good.

She spoke of the shock of leaving Hecate. Marghetta felt ashamed of herself for not being able to heal the shock and wounds.

I said that I went to the graveyard after receiving a confession from Section 1. Marguetta felt inadequate in himself for failing to become his will.

‘I have to give it now.’

Instinct warned me. It was Nabal in two days, and I felt that I had no future if I did not appease Marghetta right now.

Is it meaningful to give it on the day of your birthday? It looks like the birthday party is gone now, what does that mean?

“Mar. Excuse me.”

Moving faster than ever. He took out the ring case, took Marghetta’s left hand, and put it right on her fourth finger. There was no hesitation in this process.

“It’s not a dry burden. It’s a precious thing in my life.”

A ring that was put on in an instant. It was so fleeting that even Marghetta blinked in a daze.

“Sorry for giving it to you at a time like this. Actually, I wanted to give it to Mar on his birthday, when he was at his happiest.”

I know it’s a situation without romance.

“But when Marga called himself Jim, she couldn’t stand it.”

Still, I don’t have time to take care of romance right now.

“So Marr. Don’t say anything strange. Marr is my companion, and she is my first wife, isn’t she?”

After the New Year’s Celebration, I was thinking of going to the Iron Blood Workers. He had already promised that she would do the same with Marghetta.

She planned to have her head driven by a Sangvis, get permission to marry her, and even get engaged. Even though Ma Jong-gong confessed, the promise never changed.

I spoke to Marghetta with that promise. My first wife is you no matter what anyone says.

“…No. This is not it, Carl.”

But Marghetta, looking at her ring with her teary eyes, quietly removed it.

…What is it, a dream?