Translator: thursdays Editor: Yahiko PR: LightBrin
[TN] 4/3/2021 After reader feedback, we've decided to go with Gongja = wife and Raviel = husband, as God the author intended.
1.
Romance Fantasy Trope 999
『You don't need something like tropes for love.』
2.
In life, you occasionally receive gifts by chance.
“Lady of the Golden Silk. I need to tell you something important.”
“Gee, it's been a while since you called me [Lady of the Golden Silk] instead of [milady], butler. Each time, it's for something unfortunate. Let me deduce what happened this time.”
The Lady of the Golden Silk slowly raised her teacup.
It was truly an elegant motion.
“Do I have a secret half-sister?”
“You do not.”
“Really? Then, was my mother secretly an illegitimate child of the former emperor, thereby meaning that my blood is intertwined with the imperial family's? Thus, the love between the crown prince and I can never come to fruition?”
“That isn't it.”
“Or do I have both a hidden half-sister and a hidden bloodline, meaning that I have a lot of potential to be the protagonist of a story?”
“No.”
“Then what is it, you bastard?”
“I'm getting married soon.”
“Oho. Marriage. So it was marriage. Marriage—”
Pffft!
The Lady of the Golden Silk sprayed the tea she had been drinking. Mostly on my face.
There was no trace of elegance to be found.
“Marriage?!”
“Yes.”
“Marriaaggeee?!”
“That's correct.”
“If that's a joke, it's a really bad one, butler! Do you want me to hit you again?!”
“It isn't a joke.”
I wiped my face with a handkerchief.
“There's no way I would joke about this to milady, is there? I really am getting married. You can't stop me. I've already set a date for next month.”
“W-who's your partner?”
“That would be the esteemed Lady of the Silver Lily.”
“Oh, come on. You're definitely fibbing.”
The Lady of the Golden Silk sighed. Phew.
Her face looked relieved. Her expression showed that she didn't think Raviel would marry me even if the world was ending. Oh, well. That was a normal reaction.
“Do you think I'm lying?”
“Yeah. It's a poorly spun lie at that. Please come up with a more plausible tale if you want to trick me. I'm giving you a failing mark in creativity.”
“If it's for real, will you allow me to marry her?”
“Ahaha. Sure, sure. I'll let you marry or whatever, butler. Rather, if it's real, it would be very advantageous for me to have my servant marry into the noblest family in the empire. Wouldn't the value of my family soar at once?”
“Please stamp this.”
“Hmm?”
I held out some papers I had prepared in advance.
“What is this, butler?”
“This document states that you, my original master, will allow the marriage between myself and Lady Raviel Ivansia. I'll step out of your shadow and become a consort in the Ivansia family.”
“Pfft!”
The Lady of the Golden Silk held her stomach and laughed.
“C-consort of the Ivansias… Pffft! What's that supposed to be, a joke? A prank? Are you saying that my butler will be called [Duke Consort of Ivansia]? It's hilarious just to imagine. Me becoming the empress is more likely than that.”
The Lady of the Golden Silk's grin changed into a different sort of style.
“Well, that is what will happen this time.”
Hm.
I remembered the summary I had read before entering this Apocalypse.
'It's her second try.'
Since the Heretic Questioner hadn't possessed her yet, I could guess at the Lady of the Golden Silk's true nature and thought about many things regarding her.
For now, I buried all these thoughts and said, “Will you please stamp it?”
The Lady of the Golden Silk grabbed her stomach again and laughed.
“Oh, gladly. This will become a piece of your dark history, butler. As your generous master, I can't look away from this amazing farce.”
“Thank you. Then, I'll call over my fiancée tomorrow.”
“Yes, yes. Heiress Ivansia. The second brightest moon in the empire. Dream on.”
The next day, I stood with Raviel before the Lady of the Golden Silk.
“I brought her over, milady.”
“In ten days, the Constellations of the other worlds will attack.”
I said to my colleague, who had turned from the greatest obstacle to the greatest assistant.
“Please prepare for a holy war, SSS-class zealot.”
Chapter end
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