Chapter 75

"Anyway, we need to confirm the truth."

"……"

Charlotte glanced at the travel bag in the corner of the room. The large leather bag, tinted peppermint green, contained a notebook.

(The notebook left by my pre-amnesia self for my current self. Even though it’s supposed to show me fabricated past images to guide my memories every time I feel a flutter for Lord Ozvalt...)

Perhaps the next part of the notebook will feature that man named Clyde. It seems likely, but Charlotte hung her head.

"Even though I feel so much excitement for Lord Ozvalt every day, the notebook won’t turn to the next page. I thought it might provide some clues."

"Probably the conditions to turn the pages are different for each page."

"Indeed. Whether I have my memories or not, there’s no way I can suppress my excitement for Lord Ozvalt! My former self must have known this, so it’s natural that the conditions are strict."

As Charlotte spoke with conviction, Ozvalt cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed.

"Ahem. In that case, let’s give up on getting information from the notebook for now."

"In that case, what about the gentleman named Clyde? The letter given to me has the meeting place and time written on it. Tomorrow at 1 PM, I am to meet him alone at the fountain in the Holy Capital."

"There’s no need to meet an unknown person and put yourself in danger. There are other people who know more about your past than you or I do."

Charlotte also had some ideas about such people. Among the multiple candidates, Ozvalt was likely referring to the one easiest to contact.

"Before dinner, let’s teleport to the capital and arrange a meeting with that person. If I ask Ignatius, he should be able to arrange it."

"Ignatius-sama!"

Ignatius, a man who works in intelligence for the knights, is a friend of Ozvalt. According to Ignatius, they are bad friends, and Ozvalt seems to dislike this description.

However, it’s clear to Charlotte that they are truly good friends.

(Ignatius-sama is such a wonderful person! Lord Ozvalt trusts him so much that he allows me to act normally around him!)

A few months ago, when Charlotte showed her true self, not the cruel saint, Ignatius was initially taken aback.

But soon he laughed joyfully and said, "I’m relieved that you’re marrying Ozvalt. Please take care of him."

(But on the other hand, regarding 'that person'...)

Charlotte knew that the person Ozvalt was referring to was someone he didn’t want to involve himself with actively. Hanging her head, she apologized to Ozvalt again.

"I’m sorry, Lord Ozvalt. It’s my fault for being rejected at the wedding gate, causing you trouble."

"Why are you apologizing? Besides, in the end, we can do anything."

"Do anything?"

When Charlotte tilted her head, Ozvalt said matter-of-factly,

"Even without God’s approval, you are my wife."

Ozvalt’s hand, reaching out from beside her, touched the chain of Charlotte’s necklace.

"―I will prove this fact by any means necessary and continue to protect you."

"………………"

The protective stone given to her by Ozvalt was shining brightly on her chest. Ozvalt looked into Charlotte’s eyes, which were the same color as the protective stone.

"I want to release your divine power, which is resealed for emergencies, but—"

"…………"

"It might cause trouble if the king finds out……"

Ozvalt then traced Charlotte’s lips with the back of his nail. To perform the sealing or unsealing of divine power, the seals on both parties needed to touch. Ozvalt and Charlotte’s seals were on their tongues.

"………………"

"Charlotte?"

Charlotte stood up smoothly and sat on a different bench. After quietly taking off her slippers, she slowly lay down on the bench.

"Lord Ozvalt……"

Lying on her back with her hands folded on her chest, she closed her eyes and smiled faintly, wishing to Ozvalt,

"…I’m so happy to have met you… My life is now without a single regret…"

"No, wait, hold on, don’t go to eternal sleep leaving your husband behind!! Please, leave a few regrets and live!!"

Despite their conversation, the busy day continued to pass.

***

In the room where the Langheim couple was sleeping, a notebook lay in the bag.

The notebook, enchanted with multiple spells, emitted a faint light. However, it was a very pale light, as delicate as a star’s twinkle.

The light eventually faded.

In the room, immersed in complete darkness, the sound of the bride, who couldn’t fall asleep, turning over in bed echoed.

***

[Announcement] I’ve started a new work!

Title: 'Nice to Meet You, My Betraying Husband.'

A story about a strong bride who appears at her own wedding in a bloodstained dress, ready to start her revenge, and a cold, beautiful husband who kisses her but refuses to be her ally!

*This is a happy-ending romantic fantasy where a strong girl gets what she wants and lives happily ever after.

https://ncode.syosetu.com/n7032ij/