Chapter 48: Escape, no Move 05

Translator: Blushy
Editor: SenjiQ

But I was naïve to think that we could fake our marriage by just saying, “We’re married,” since there doesn’t seem to be any family registers.

Apparently, there are marriage certificates in this world.

We entered Farglow while we were riding in the carriage and I was taken to the church, almost as if I was kidnapped.

“Hah? What?”

I didn’t quite understand the situation and Lek smiled handsomely and said, “Hey, look. It’s not scary, don’t worry. All you have to do and say is, ‘I swear’ when they ask you something. I’ll do the rest. Please do the honours, Priest.”

No, no, no, no.

I didn’t think we would actually have the ceremony in a church, you know.

I haven’t prepared nor am I ready to go this far at all.

So, what was this handsome man thinking, coming to me with his refreshing smile and urging me to get married to him?

“I couldn’t prepare a dress for you or anything, but you’re cute enough as you are, so don’t worry about it. Ah, but if you want to have a wedding ceremony again, then we’ll redo it then. We just need to get the paperwork in order for now.”

Why are you being so aggressive? It’s just a fake marriage, right?

“Wait. It’s not right for the General to get married so quickly and secretively, right? Isn’t it better to say that we’re engaged for now? Wouldn’t people be upset that we had a simple marriage like this? It’s like we’re eloping,” I tried to protest.

“But if we say you’re my fiancée, then I’m sure the people at the castle will tell you that they’ll carefully protect you until we marry. My location is basically a battlefield. And if you’re courted by several people in the castle while I’m on the battlefield, then you might fall in love with one of them. I can’t let that happen. I can’t take that risk. I’m not going to give you to another man. Now, let’s give our vows.”

No, no, you’ve skipped so many steps and procedures.

I don’t get why a handsome and popular guy would be in such a hurry to marry a plain girl from another world.

Why don’t you just pretend that we are married?

“Business! It’s a convenient lie for both of us, isn’t it?! Can’t we just fake the ceremony!?”

“Yes, yes, business. So, let’s do it right. We’ll do this right so that no one can complain about it. It’s foolish to do it in a sloppy way that allows people to poke holes into it. Or do you really want me to die?”

“No, not at all. My future depends on you! I’m not going to let you die.”

“Well, then you know what you want to do.”


――― That’s how we made our false vows.

I’m sorry for deceiving you, Farglow’s Priest. It’s all the fault of this war, Father Austin for suggesting this and General Lector for going along with his suggestion.

Oh, but I’m also an accomplice…

In fact, at this point I felt conflicted since I realised in my head that we were doing this for convenience, but I didn’t mind it at all in my heart.

I realised at the last minute that I wouldn’t have made this decision with someone I didn’t like at all, no matter how good the terms were. If I really didn’t want to do this then I would have resisted more desperately and firmly.

But even if it was just an act, I was actually a little happy to have a special relationship with this person…

He’s not a bad person, and his face is totally my type. He’s a bit of a playboy, but for some reason, we get along well and he’s fun to be around.

Honestly, he’s supposed to be a playboy and a disappointment, but lately, he’s strangely becoming more likeable…

Ah, no, but…

But of course, everything has an order to it.

So, I still don’t know if this is a good idea.

I don’t know if it’s a good idea, but in the end…

“Take care of me from now on, wifey,” the handsome General said as he smiled at me. He’s my ‘husband’.

“Ah… yes… I’ll do my best… Anyway, just don’t die.”

I felt dazzled by the smile of this fake ‘husband’ and felt dizzy. Being a ‘wife’ is clearly beyond my position and is an unidentifiable title to me.

But here we are, a newly wedded couple. Seriously?

“Congratulations you two. I’m happy to have witnessed your wedding. Fuofuofuo.”

Ah, yes, thank you very much. That’s good.

I didn’t think about it anymore. I’m sure I’ll go bald from stress if I keep thinking about it too much. I’ll stop.

Well, I guess I can stick to the General now and break his death flag.

I’m sure I can. I didn’t want to believe that I couldn’t save him since I even married him to do so.

I’ve never even had a boyfriend before, and I’ve already gotten married. I want to avoid the situation where I end up being a pure widow.

I’m going to be a little bit eager. No, not just a little, but a lot.

Hang in there me. This is for my peaceful future. Until the day I can safely get divorced…

It’s late autumn now. If all goes well, then I’ll be acquitted next spring. It’s alright, I’ll make it through the next six months or so. I’m sure I can…

When I left the church with my soul drained, I saw a gorgeous carriage with a magnificent family crest parked out front.

 When I stared at the carriage and vacantly said, “Woah, how gorgeous,” my new husband (temporary) held out his hand to me in front of the carriage door.


“Get in, wifey. It’s my carriage. We’ll be going to the military headquarters. I arranged it before we crossed the border.”