2 Prologue | Marriage Proposal

"My dear."

This sucks. I have some choices that I regret in my life.

Choices that led me into this situation.

Well, there's one thing.

I shouldn't have applied for this damn job!

I regret being blinded by that huge amount of money. Sigh.

"My dear, are you listening?"

I didn't answer. Maybe if I don't t answer that person would just go away.

"I already knew that you were here. Please open the door, hm?"

"..."

"I've already talked with the manager, you have no schedule today."

"..."

They're like a stalker. Fuck you and fuck that manager.

"So you're going to ignore me till the end?" A helpless sigh came from behind the door.

"Fine, I'll just break this door with my fist."

This damn lunatic. Without giving me any chance to respond. Boom! The door broke into pieces. The door from this mansion is literally designed to keep their servants protected. This means it's not easy to break. However, this terrifying woman just punched it with her fist.

"...That door costs millions of money, yet you broke it.."

"It just cost millions anyway."

Sigh, rich people nowadays...

The woman who shattered the door wore black clothing from head to toe, contrasting the whiteness of her soft pale skin and her hair. She has red rubies-like eyes and an appealing 'noble' aura around her ties.

Her unique looks were engraved in my memory.

No. It's impossible to forget.

"I came here because I have something to tell you, but.. you've been avoiding me lately."

"..."

"That's about 46 times now."

"Why are you even counting such things?" I replied as I collected some thoughts.

Amy, the eldest daughter of a powerful tier 9 swordsman. She's popular and well-rounded both academic and martial arts.

A woman who blindly falls in love with a nobody like me. In the first place, not being involved with this woman was much better for me.

"You know why I came here."

Her red eyes coldly stared at me, while she clenched her fist.

The heavy atmosphere became even more serious.

Her mouth parted once more.

"I'll ask you again, Tristan Evans."

A 'storm' had brewed with the flap of the butterfly's wings.

"Will you marry me?"

"..."

Really...

I still couldn't wrap my head around this simple yet full-of-implications question.

"What?"

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