At the same time, rumors were circulating that Iveca would marry the son of a neutral aristocrat.
Daniel then told Kaiden that it was time for him to get married, and he ordered a background check on a few women from neutral aristocratic families. Among them was Iveca; Kaiden had no choice but to cooperate and bring him a dense report.
She was an unmarried daughter of Count Esselburn. She joined the Bureau of Investigation 4 years ago, recently transferred to the Judicial Affair Bureau, engaged to Iark Telsy, a former member of the Foreign Affair Bureau.
“Iark Telsi… He’s a little bit inferior for the countess.”
“It’s quite difficult to get a good aristocratic family to match because of her lacking social status and birth scandal,” Kaiden replied with a voice as he was unwilling to answer. No matter how hard he tried to hide her from Daniel, it was a matter of a national marriage. He couldn’t tell him a lie, even if he wanted to keep his mouth shut.
“It’s been three days since she moved in,” Daniel pointed out.
“Well, in cases of all noble families in this country, it’s all political marriage.”
Considering her idea of political marriage, she was likely to marry a man who probably did not refuse the idea itself but actually lacked in many ways.
As soon as the engagement was concluded, Iark quit the diplomatic service. The purpose of the man marrying the daughter of a high-ranking aristocrat whom he did not know very well was clear. And there was a high possibility that a woman who insists she would never quit her agency not come to terms with an arranged marriage.
“Just… she hated getting married and living like a “plant” in a noble society, bearing the name of Esselburn.”
It was a fact that Anriq knew, and so did he.
At the end of her ‘another’ life, she couldn’t throw her dagger, and when he saw her trembling in the gym, the deepest part of his heart felt like it was being squeezed. Was she such a useless person that she needed to go back to the life she hated so much?
***
Daniel visited the Judicial Affairs Bureau office to see her. She was wearing a uniform and bowed her head like the people that gathered in a crowd before him. Her purple eyes trembled uneasily.
He just wanted to talk to her.
“Excuse me for the first time. You must have been very surprised.”
He led her, who was actually quite panicked, out into the garden. She was showing the energy of unhappiness all over her body. She was calm and quiet, but the aura she evoked was something.
“It’s all right.”
There was the first thing she said to him. His heart began to beat. Obviously, the person in front of him was different, but his senses, which had always remembered the woman she loved, were alive.
He didn’t know what expression to make at times like this, so he had no choice but to show his usual robotic smile that he used to others. He didn’t know what to say, so he had no choice but to ask questions he was most concerned about. It was about her engagement.
“I just woke up and they told me that he was my fiancée… We don’t know each other very well yet.” She told him.
He stared at her quietly. He felt as if his anxiety, which he had been pretending not to feel, disappeared. It was because his heart was burning at the thought of the bitter chance that she liked her fiancée and that she wanted to get married soon.
She would have no idea how nervous he was until he asked about her engagement and how restless he came here.
“It sounds like you’re okay marrying anyone.”
Eve had said that she could make love without actually being in love. He wondered if there was a man that meant so much to her. She answered him calmly.
“Since I was born in a noble family, I can’t help but be married to someone whom they have chosen.”
“If you went through college and work as an employee of an affiliated organization, you could have complained,” Daniel said.
“There are things you can’t enjoy because you are a noble.”
It is her.
With a brief conversation, Daniel was completely convinced that Iveca is Eve Jean. This consistent thought, a resigned tone, a bitter belief in herself. It was exactly the same atmosphere as when Eve had told him about the aristocratic political situation.
“You must fulfill your duty and destiny that have been given since birth.”
He stared at her purple eyes. He had found his love. He could tell just by feeling. He knew that it didn’t actually make sense, but he lived and would live for this moment.
But she didn’t remember him.
She didn’t remember any of the blinding streets of Amenity that they walked hand in hand, how cute the awkward voice she used to call Daniel, and how happy they were as they held so many conversations over the afternoon tea time.
At the same time, rumors were circulating that Iveca would marry the son of a neutral aristocrat.
Daniel then told Kaiden that it was time for him to get married, and he ordered a background check on a few women from neutral aristocratic families. Among them was Iveca; Kaiden had no choice but to cooperate and bring him a dense report.
She was an unmarried daughter of Count Esselburn. She joined the Bureau of Investigation 4 years ago, recently transferred to the Judicial Affair Bureau, engaged to Iark Telsy, a former member of the Foreign Affair Bureau.
“Iark Telsi… He’s a little bit inferior for the countess.”
“It’s quite difficult to get a good aristocratic family to match because of her lacking social status and birth scandal,” Kaiden replied with a voice as he was unwilling to answer. No matter how hard he tried to hide her from Daniel, it was a matter of a national marriage. He couldn’t tell him a lie, even if he wanted to keep his mouth shut.
“It’s been three days since she moved in,” Daniel pointed out.
“Well, in cases of all noble families in this country, it’s all political marriage.”
Considering her idea of political marriage, she was likely to marry a man who probably did not refuse the idea itself but actually lacked in many ways.
As soon as the engagement was concluded, Iark quit the diplomatic service. The purpose of the man marrying the daughter of a high-ranking aristocrat whom he did not know very well was clear. And there was a high possibility that a woman who insists she would never quit her agency not come to terms with an arranged marriage.
“Just… she hated getting married and living like a “plant” in a noble society, bearing the name of Esselburn.”
It was a fact that Anriq knew, and so did he.
At the end of her ‘another’ life, she couldn’t throw her dagger, and when he saw her trembling in the gym, the deepest part of his heart felt like it was being squeezed. Was she such a useless person that she needed to go back to the life she hated so much?
***
Daniel visited the Judicial Affairs Bureau office to see her. She was wearing a uniform and bowed her head like the people that gathered in a crowd before him. Her purple eyes trembled uneasily.
He just wanted to talk to her.
“Excuse me for the first time. You must have been very surprised.”
He led her, who was actually quite panicked, out into the garden. She was showing the energy of unhappiness all over her body. She was calm and quiet, but the aura she evoked was something.
“It’s all right.”
There was the first thing she said to him. His heart began to beat. Obviously, the person in front of him was different, but his senses, which had always remembered the woman she loved, were alive.
He didn’t know what expression to make at times like this, so he had no choice but to show his usual robotic smile that he used to others. He didn’t know what to say, so he had no choice but to ask questions he was most concerned about. It was about her engagement.
“I just woke up and they told me that he was my fiancée… We don’t know each other very well yet.” She told him.
He stared at her quietly. He felt as if his anxiety, which he had been pretending not to feel, disappeared. It was because his heart was burning at the thought of the bitter chance that she liked her fiancée and that she wanted to get married soon.
She would have no idea how nervous he was until he asked about her engagement and how restless he came here.
“It sounds like you’re okay marrying anyone.”
Eve had said that she could make love without actually being in love. He wondered if there was a man that meant so much to her. She answered him calmly.
“Since I was born in a noble family, I can’t help but be married to someone whom they have chosen.”
“If you went through college and work as an employee of an affiliated organization, you could have complained,” Daniel said.
“There are things you can’t enjoy because you are a noble.”
It is her.
With a brief conversation, Daniel was completely convinced that Iveca is Eve Jean. This consistent thought, a resigned tone, a bitter belief in herself. It was exactly the same atmosphere as when Eve had told him about the aristocratic political situation.
“You must fulfill your duty and destiny that have been given since birth.”
He stared at her purple eyes. He had found his love. He could tell just by feeling. He knew that it didn’t actually make sense, but he lived and would live for this moment.
But she didn’t remember him.
She didn’t remember any of the blinding streets of Amenity that they walked hand in hand, how cute the awkward voice she used to call Daniel, and how happy they were as they held so many conversations over the afternoon tea time.
