Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy

An anniversary for sure – 6

When Carl put the ring on my hand, it was like the world was in my hands. Really selfishly, I ended up with that kind of heart.

It’s pitiful. How can a person who has not seen the wounds of a knife, a person who has finally seen what he needs to see, enjoy such joy?

My guilt was light and light enough to disappear with just one ring.

‘Not at all.’

I felt like I was about to laugh. Yes, not just A ring given by Carl, no one else. You can’t say it’s absolutely nothing.

But now is not the time to be happy.

“…No. This is not it, Carl.”

After hesitating, I took out the ring. It feels like his heart is being torn to pieces.

The ring I wanted more than ever, I would have been overjoyed if I had received it yesterday. Now it felt like shackles scolding me.

Maybe I’m making a fuss. It could be that he hurt Carl, who was eaten up by senseless guilt alone and had the courage to do so.

How can I get it though? If I have shame, how can I accept this?

“I, I don’t deserve it.”

I handed the ring to Carl with a trembling hand. Carl’s eyes were blank as if he hadn’t expected this situation.

“I just got lucky. I’m just, I’m just that kind of person.”

A lucky man. The more he listened to Carl, the more the thought stuck in his head.

Kal sent his first love so terribly. No one was ready to receive such a knife, and no one could have approached it.

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Nevertheless, I approached. How? With father’s power. No matter how much the knife was, it couldn’t refuse my father’s request.

I approached the wounded knife with the Duke’s power. Carl politely pushed me away. I cried that I was kicked by a man without knowing the circumstances and that he dared to push me away.

‘It’s pitiful.’

The past of crying, blowing, and wailing. It was already an embarrassing incident, but now it was embarrassing in a different way. I stimulated a man’s wounds and only cared about my pain.

After that, it was even more spectacle when I met Carl at the academy. I liked that this was destiny, and that Carl and I had no choice but to be connected. He didn’t even know the wounds the knife had.

Thinking it was fate, I actively approached Carl. As if I had become a knife lover. Actually nothing.

‘A selfish bitch.’

A harsh word I never said to anyone. Maybe it was left to do for me now.

I didn’t know anything and approached Carl. Using his ignorance as a shield, he hacked his kind knife to pieces.

‘As if everyone knows…’

When I listened to Carl’s feelings during vacation. At that time, I really felt like I heard everything about Carl. I thought Carl had completely opened up to me.

So I was conceited. I can always wait for a knife. I thought it was only a matter of time before the knife came to me.

Even though the reality is that we still don’t know anything. He only heard that Carl had lost his first love, even though he didn’t know how many tears he had shed.

If you know, you can’t. He boasted that I was the first person next to him, and he couldn’t have been jealous that another woman was coming to Carl.

“I, I was forced to rely on Carl’s kindness. I was just a stupid person who approached me without knowing anything… I was the first one, I was just lucky, so I was able to be next to Carl…”

It’s miserable. The tears won’t stop Talking about my ugliness with my own mouth drove me crazy.

The crazier thing is that I don’t even have the right to cry. Carl said how funny and disgusting I was. The person who said to be his wife was not interested in her scars, only cared about being the first.

“I love knives. Even if the world falls apart, this won’t change.”

He smiled and continued.

Yes, apart from the fact that I am not qualified, my love for knives remains the same. Even if you don’t know anything, you know that you love knives.

“But you don’t deserve the first sword just because you love me…”

I am not the only one who loves knives. Lady Louise, Lady Irina, Princess Majong, and even a subordinate who confessed to Carl. Maybe there are more people I don’t know about.

Do I deserve to be first over them? Is there anything better than them?

Status? If so, Ma Jong-gong should be the first, not me.

How long have you been together? Then there will be no one who can beat his subordinates.

Oh, there is one. Pretending not to know anything and ripping out Carl’s heart. That’s my best

“So… Give it to someone better than me. I give it to Carl because he’s kind, because I’m too whiny, or because I feel sorry for him. Don’t mistake that feeling.”

Yes. Carl takes pity on me for tearing his heart out and hugs him. It’s ugly and ugly, and now there’s no other person to marry unless it’s a knife, so I’m saving it.

“…Is that so?”

At my words, Carl sighed and took the ring from the palm of my hand.

Don’t cry. You brought it on yourself Is this right. Rather than a selfish bitch who used to live in a flower garden like me, it’s better for someone who understands a real knife to take it.

“Excuse me.”

Then Carl raised his right hand and struck a beetle on my forehead.

“Huh!”

The shock that came in an instant, like when you put a ring on it. Suddenly, the feeling of being pushed back made me scream.

“Excuse me for saying weird things.”

“This, strange words…”

Still, I mustered up some courage to say it. If you treat it as just a weird word…

“Is there a qualification or not, why does Marr decide that?”

Still, I couldn’t open my mouth properly when I saw Carl’s stern expression. It was the first time I’d ever seen Carl get angry.

“Since Marr said whatever he wanted, I’ll say whatever he wants.”

Seeing my hesitation, Carl sighed again, and he quickly continued.

“Actually Mar. It’s strange.”

Those words became a dagger and lodged in his chest. I said selfish bitches and all, but I couldn’t stand it when I heard that I was strange to the person I love.

“He pretends to be confident, but in fact he is lax, and his heart is soft, so he suffers alone. Besides, he has a lot of useless worries. Sometimes he suffers alone and then gets angry.”

As Carl’s mouth opened, his head gradually lowered. Carl must have thought of me that way. I was more saddened because I didn’t think it was wrong.

“Still, I like Marr like that.”

The bowed head suddenly turned upward. Carl grabbed my cheek and forcibly met my gaze.

“Everything I’ve seen. Everything I know. Everything I like.”

“Ka, Carl…”

I didn’t have the courage to face Carl’s gaze, so I tried to turn my head slightly, but Carl didn’t allow that, so I grabbed his cheek.

“Qualifications? Do I need other qualifications besides liking Marr?”

“That, that’s an illusion of a knife…”

“No.”

It’s strange. Even in this situation, when you tell me that you like knives, my heart pounds.

“I’m still immature. That’s why I’m very good at expressing likes and dislikes.”

A knife speaking with a slightly calmer voice than before.

“That’s why I brush away things I don’t like, no matter how useful they are. Being around them gives me goosebumps.”

Instead, the good ones are caught even if they try to run away.

My whole body trembled at the softly added words.

“So I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what Marga said earlier.”

After looking into my eyes for a while, the knife slowly moved away and lifted the ring.

“Actually. This is a coupling.”

Having said that, the sword cut in half exactly as he drew a ring with his fingernail.

“Isn’t that unique? A coupling made of one instead of two. Isn’t it nice that this seems to have become one more?”

Karl burst into a small laugh and put the ring back on my hand.

… This time, he didn’t let go of his hand, as if he wouldn’t even give me time to pull it off.

“Marr didn’t come unaware of anything. He didn’t hurt me.”

And the other hand slowly moved towards my forehead.

“On the contrary, I don’t know how comforting it was for Marr to say he liked me. I thought I was an incompetent guy who no one could depend on.”

Bangs that follow Carl’s hand.

“If Marga doesn’t believe in himself, trust me. I don’t think anyone is as qualified as Marr.”

The feeling of your lips touching your forehead.

“Do you know?”

I blankly nodded.

***

Marghetta nodded and fell behind her shortly after.

I passed out. She wasn’t, but she was struggling with her heart alone, but she was suddenly beaten by her words and even kissed on the forehead out of nowhere, so it seemed that her mind was cut off.

…Still, I’m glad that you seem to like it from the look on your face.

‘It went well.’

I put the blanket over the whispering Marghetta and let out a small sigh.

I’m glad. If we hadn’t solved the problem today, it would have been catastrophic between us. No matter how disastrous a relationship experience is, a country can know that much.

‘I didn’t expect it to be like this.’

He carefully stroked Marghetta’s hair. I was suffering from more guilt than I ever imagined.

In a way, I don’t think it’s a sudden start, but I can understand Marghetta’s position. An uneasy position due to the intrusion of Jong-Gong Ma, the man he loves who visits the tombstone of his first love, and a sleazy person who does not come to him.

Even if one incident broke out, Marghetta’s mentality would also break out as troublesome incidents would break out one after another. Above all, he feels that he is not a support for his lover. The moment Marghetta gets that feeling, she has no choice but to collapse.

‘Because I did too.’

There was no more sad feeling than that. It’s embarrassing that someone who knew that did the same thing.

Sorry, I stroked Marghetta’s hair with more sincerity. A woman has no qualifications, she please find a decent woman other than me.

I knew that Marghetta seemed confident, but she was secretly tender, but this was it.

‘It’s my fault.’

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No, let’s not attribute the cause elsewhere. I said I was going to rob my insides, but I only turned half of it. It’s my fault.

I stroked her hair and looked at the half ring on my hand.

‘Should I reattach it?’

I seriously thought about that. The poor kid who became half/half of the ring.

One piece coupling? Where in the world is there anything like that? This is just one

‘I should have bought a coupling.’

His intelligence has deteriorated, probably because he hasn’t used his brain lately. I bought a ring, not a couple.

Belatedly, I realized that, so I tore it apart. I wondered what if it was a magic ring, but fortunately, when I put mana around her fingernails, it somehow cracked.

‘…I’m glad you like it.’

Still, when she put it on for the second time, Marghetta’s expression was obviously a mixture of emotion and happiness.

Yes, this is actually a coupling made of one piece.

Starting today, let’s think that way.