Sandra, standing gracefully before the wide-open Door, curtsied.
—Her eyes, now a crimson red.
“Sandra, please, come in.”
“Hehe… Yes.”
Taking her small hand, I led her into the throne room.
From here on, I will, as King Aival… as Yuri desires, break off my engagement with Sandra.
So, watch closely.
“Your Majesty, please behold. The beginning and the end of this, between Lady Alexandra and I.”
Arriving before King Aival, I bowed grandly, then turned to face Sandra.
“Sandra…”
In truth, even if it’s just a farce, I never wanted to say such a thing.
That’s why I couldn’t bring myself to say those words.
“Lord Hal, please, say it. I will accept everything.”
“Tch!… Okay.”
Sandra, her crimson eyes brimming with tears, gazed at me.
I clenched my fist, took a deep breath.
“…Alexandra of Chevalier.”
“Yes.”
“I… I am breaking off our engagement!”
Pointing my finger, I declared the Engagement Cancellation in a voice loud enough to echo through the throne room.
Just like Harold Wel Dehauvalz, the stepping stone from “Engage Hazard.”
“…………………”
She stared at me silently, her expression unchanged.
Just like Alexandra of Chevalier from that single still image I had seen countless times in my previous life.
“Ooh! Harold! I have indeed witnessed your resolve!”
In stark contrast to before, King Aival blessed me with a beaming smile.
What kind of father rejoices at the Engagement Cancellation with his beloved? Oh, right, this guy.
Well, whatever.
“…Shall we break it all now?”
“Yes.”
Sandra and I smiled wryly and nodded at each other.
Like a veteran comedy duo who have been together for decades.
“Harold…?”
“Ah, well, actually… Sandra and I are already married.”
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?”
A scream that dwarfed my earlier declaration of Engagement Cancellation echoed through the throne room.
“M-Married? What does that mean!?”
“Well… we just couldn’t wait any longer with just the engagement, so Sandra and I, with the Maid Monica and my partner as witnesses, formally swore our vows to God.”
I scratched my head as I answered Raphael, who was staring with wide eyes.
Well, everyone’s so surprised, and I feel like I’ve succeeded, but it’s embarrassing to talk about it.
“I-Is that so… C-Congratulations on your marriage… I guess?”
“Hehe, thank you very much, Brother Raphael.”
Sandra bowed to Raphael with a blissful expression.
Calling him “Brother” shows her usually hidden slyness. Raphael doesn’t seem to mind it.
“N-No way! I can’t possibly acknowledge that marriage…!”
“Marriage is sworn to God, not to the King. Therefore, even if it’s His Majesty, he cannot annul the marriage between Sandra and me.”
That’s right… In this world, marriage is sworn to God and recognized with God’s blessing.
So, no matter how much King Aival opposes it, he cannot overturn it.
“Well, since we’re already married, I can’t possibly do something that would neglect my wife, like searching for the ‘World’s Greatest Fiancée’.”
“Of course. Absolutely. If you were to do such a thing… you understand, right?”
“HIIIIIIII!?”
Seeing Sandra’s grin, I screamed.
If I ever cheat, it’s definitely going to rain blood.
“So, with that being said, I will withdraw from the Succession Dispute, okay?”
“Guuuuuuuuh…!”
Perhaps realizing he had no more moves to play, King Aival could only glare at me, unable to retort.
Feeling sorry for Minister Olson, who had supported me until now, I lowered my head in apology… Ah, haha… he gave me a very wry smile.
“Brother Cardis, Brother Raphael, and… Owen, was it?”
“………………… Hah!?”
Calling out to Owen, who was in a daze, finally brought him back to his senses.
I mean, even though he was introduced in such a sensational way—as the King’s Illegitimate Child, given the title of Fourth Prince and the Right of Succession—he had completely faded into the background. I feel a little sorry for him.
“So, with that being said, I’ll be cheering you all on from the sidelines in your search for the ‘World’s Greatest Fiancée’.”
“A-Ah…”
“Haha, you got us good.”
“U-Um…”
Only Raphael was laughing cheerfully; Cardis and Owen were both bewildered.
I don’t know if Owen will make a protagonist move like in “EnHaza” after this, but I sincerely hope he’s not a scumbag like Wilfred.
“Sandra, shall we go?”
“Yes!”
Together with Sandra, who had a blooming smile, I gave King Aival a sarcastic bow, and we left the throne room.
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