I Possessed an Academy Without a Protagonist chapter 211

211, Secret Engagement (2)

“When did you buy these clothes…”

“Kyaaa! My lady, you are so pretty!”

A gorgeous dress that I’ve never worn before.

As soon as she stepped out of the locker room, Iris groaned in response to the discomfort.

Corset was so suffocating.

As expected, there was no clothing as comfortable as the monk’s robe.

“Now I need to finish my makeup, ma’am.”

“What kind of necklace would you like?”

“What kind of string do you wear your hair with…”

Since she became a saint, she thought she had thrown away all her cosmetics and valuables.

Things I don’t know where on earth came out of nowhere kept popping up and pushing in here and there.

She wanted to say that she would shake off everything and go out dressed as a nun, but it was certain that if she did, her maids would swarm in droves and block her way.

‘Haa······. How did it come to this?’

I thought I, as the de facto head of this family, had the final say.

But it didn’t seem like that when it came to marriage.

It’s rare that all the elders are united and voicing one voice, so it can’t be broken.

There were two main reasons why the elders pushed ahead with this wedding talk.

First, there is no need to look at the Vatican anymore.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Fleschette is a family that has only succeeded in reconstructing thanks to the majesty of the saint.

As such, I had no choice but to give in to pressure from the Holy See.

However, since it was revealed to the Vatican that Iris was aiming for her life, she had a good reason to turn against the Vatican.

And secondly, there was no need to worry about the checks from Lichtenburg or Wigenburg.

Originally, Pleschette had a strategy of not giving Schluss Heinkel to any of the three major magic families, nor taking it.

However, it would be a different story if they could marry in secret, as Schluss had previously suggested.

You will be able to form a strong alliance with Schluss without fear of being attacked by Lichtenburg and Wigenburg.

‘Everyone doesn’t care what I think.’

No one asked about Iris’ intention.

Everyone moves in unison and only makes Iris her most beautiful appearance.

Iris, who was sitting quietly looking into the mirror, suddenly-

‘It’s too embarrassing…’

I felt displeased that I had to approach him like this first.

It was only three days ago that I slapped Schluse and kicked him out.

“Doesn’t this make her look like a crazy woman? She kicks her out like that, and then suddenly…”

“That’s why I have to approach you first from this side, lady. It’s also an apology.”

“·······.”

What should she do when she doesn’t want to apologize for that?

He is a man who came to propose marriage and proudly says that there is another partner who has already made an engagement.

There is probably no woman in the world who wouldn’t be angry at the fact that she couldn’t even tell her name.

Even so, Pleschette was in such an urgent situation that he had to bend down and enter.

To the extent that Iris, who has already lost her mind from Schluse, has to be forced to sit down for marriage talks…

That was what the maids thought, but the reality was a little different.

‘Bastard. Who was the person who signed the marriage contract…’

Is there a saying that the one who regrets forgives?

That statement was indeed true.

Iris forgave Schluse long ago. She

She was already thinking that she could be a second woman.

It has been a long time since the anger I felt at first turned toward the mysterious woman with whom I was engaged first.

She just couldn’t bear to fully reveal her true feelings for fear of being seen as a b*tch.

“Face your face, young lady. Is that man so scornful?”

“·······.”

No. It’s so lovely.

Unable to say that, Iris just chewed her lips.

Then the maids gently scrubbed my front teeth and lips and put on fresh make-up.

“His Excellency Schluss Heinkel has arrived.”

“Oh, already?”

“Oh my god. You shouldn’t be here this early…”

As soon as the news came, the maids started moving even busier.

The headdress was finished only after putting on her hair and wearing high-heeled shoes.

Finally coming out into her hallway, Iris struggled to keep her balance as she staggered slightly.

I quickly got used to her uncomfortable clothes and shoes.

Before I knew it, Iris, who had become a glamorous noble lady going out to parties, walked elegantly through her hallways.

“·······.”

The elders lined up beside her to see her off without a word.

Iris examined each and every one of them and gently closed her eyes.

‘It’s fortunate.’

Is there anything uglier than holding on to the man you kicked out after slapping him in anger, saying he still likes you?

Fortunately, the family’s urgent situation provided an excuse.

I’m going to catch that man to save the family.

Not for my own satisfaction.

After one more round of self-indoctrination, Iris stood in front of her door.

With a slight nod of her head, her butler grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

“You’re here early.”

“·······.”

A man sitting cross-legged and reading a newspaper.

As the newspaper fluttered down, the expressionless expression of Schluss Heinkel was revealed.

The addictive expressionless expression that keeps attracting attention…

“I thought I was on time.”

“You came 10 minutes early.”

“I thought that was the right time. It seems common sense was a little different.”

“·······.”

That’s common sense in any country…

As expected, he was a confident and impudent man as always, and lately a little arrogant.

But the problem was that it was worth it.

He’s a man who has practically everything besides his family.

I could clearly see how the wedding was going to go.

I’m sure Schluss will just continue to fulfill his demands.

No, maybe it was something that could be added in the middle of one or two.

Then this side had no choice but to accept it all.

Yes. It is ‘unavoidable’.

Not because he likes Schlust so much that he accepts everything and still wants to be by his side…

“Good morning, Mr. Schluss Heinkel.”

“That’s too formal. Since when has it been so formal between us.”

“Then can we talk comfortably?”

“That’s right.”

The same playful tone as always.

Is Schluss not angry?

Although she was a saint, she inadvertently raised her cheeks…

From noble mtl dot com.

“I baked cookies. Coming soon-“

“I don’t intend to wait. I’ll get right to the point.”

“·······.”

A hot-tempered man······.

Iris sighed inwardly and tried to stay as calm as possible.

“I came here to apologize, Iris.”

“Yes?”

“I thought I said it without thinking. It’s like proposing an engagement and brazenly saying that you already have another woman… I don’t think I took your feelings into consideration. I’m sorry. .”

“Oh no…”

It was an unexpected development.

Schlus is never in a position to apologize.

Why…?

‘Oh.’

It was only then that Iris remembered what kind of man Schluss was.

He was not a man whose attitude changed depending on the situation or position.

He was always confident even when he had no strength or anything.

It was Iris herself who thought that he had changed just because the circumstances had changed.

Schlus hasn’t changed at all.

No matter what his position was, he was the kind of man who would apologize first if he thought he was wrong.

“No. I’m really sorry for slapping you.”

“It was a situation that made me angry enough. I was so careless. It’s all because of my ugliness.”

“·······?”

But something was strange.

Although Schullus admits his mistakes, he is not a person who humbles himself.

It was belatedly noticed that the situation was turning strangely from his strange sense.

“I really appreciate the marriage proposal. But I don’t think an ugly person like me deserves to be by the side of a living saint and such a brilliant jewel.”

“·······?!”

Schlus was to untie his crossed legs.

Watching him fix his clothes and prepare to stand up, Iris pursed his lips, unable to choose what to say.

Schluss humbled himself and said that he was a man unsuitable for a saint.

However, no one will take this straight away.

This was clearly a euphemism for a marriage proposal.

With this, Pleschette completely lost his chance.

“That was all there was to say.”

“·······.”

Schullus looked at Iris with deep eyes and raised her head.

Looking at that expression, Iris bit her lips tightly.

What Schluss was asking for was nothing else.

‘Are you saying you shouldn’t make excuses…’

Propose as Iris, not as Flechette.

It is not ‘unavoidable’ due to the circumstances of the family, but to reveal one’s desire as it is.

Leave absurd defense mechanisms such as getting drunk with an elixir and come out honestly…

That was exactly what Schluss wanted.

The moment Schluss clicked her tongue and turned her back, Iris stood up with her fists clenched.

“Don’t go…”

“Do you still have something to say?”

She hurriedly ran after Schluse and hugged him around the waist.

Although clumsy, I tried my best to show her affection.

Iris was weeping, banging her forehead against the wide back of her immovable figure, Schlus.

“I’ll tell you… I can just tell you… I love you. I like you, I like you… I don’t know what to do. I make you mine. I want you. I want you to be my man.”

“Perhaps this was not said while drunk.”

“No… You don’t have to forget this. It’s all sincere… It’s what I’ve been wanting to say all along…”

I told you.

She put down her pride and everything and said it.

After that, I felt relieved.

She was so terrified that she felt like an idiot herself until she entered this room.

“Iris. As I said the other day, I already have someone I promised to marry. Is that really okay?”

“It’s okay…”

“Really?”

“Actually, I’m not okay… But I can’t help but be okay…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

Because it’s my fault for procrastinating.

It was my fault for not being able to gather up the courage until I was run over by another woman.

But why are you sorry?

Schlus turned around and caressed my cheek.

I leaned my face against the large palm and felt its warmth.

Schlus was still the same.

It sounds silly, but that’s why he was the kind of man you want to be around.

“Couldn’t that be Erica?”

“It’s not the other 3 magic families, so don’t worry.”

“I see…”

“Then, can we say that the engagement was made with this?”

“Okay. As long as you keep it a secret until after the wedding…”

I didn’t expect it to be this easy.

It was just a matter of being a little more daring.

All I had to do was put down the weight of the family and the saintess and be honest with my heart.

What’s so difficult about this?

‘She seems to really like Schluse.’

Suddenly, Iris felt that she was jealous of the mysterious woman with whom she was engaged.

Promising to marry someone from a non-three magical family.

Seeing that it was kept secret like this, there was a high probability that it was an insignificant commoner.

Then she must be the woman Schluss truly loves.

‘Huh? No way?!’

At that time, Iris’ eyes widened.

Somehow, Emilia didn’t look as urgent as it was strange.

She seemed strangely relaxed.

It was only then that all the puzzle pieces seemed to fit together.

‘It’s finally done…’

It deserved to be blessed.

To think that Emilia ended up with the man she loved so much.

Until recently, Iris had been cheering for Emilia, so naturally she was blessed.

But for some reason, Iris felt a corner of her heart heat up.

I felt like I was about to explode at any moment because I felt stuffy and suppressed.