The younger brother of the man who killed her father confessed his love to her, completely unaware of the truth.
Anshi made up her mind as she married that man, Damian de Orphet:
She would become his partner, take revenge on the one who killed her father, and thoroughly destroy the Orphet Duchy.
But after the wedding, Anshi began to see Damian’s death.
“You can’t go now…! Please, don’t leave.”
At first, Anshi saved Damian because she needed him for her revenge.
But as time passed, she found herself drawn to him, and her feelings became real…
Yet Anshi didn’t know:
Damian, too, had married her for his own purposes.
While she married him to bring down Orphet, Damian had married her to gain Orphet for himself.
“The truth is, I’ve known all along… that you could see my death.”
Anshi’s eyes trembled.
“Did you really marry me because you loved me?”
It was a question that had always lingered in the back of her mind. But as time went on, she came to believe it. At the very least, she wanted to believe that Damian’s feelings for her were genuine.
But if Damian had known about her ability from the start, everything changed.
“No.”
For someone who spoke such cruel words, he looked at her with surprisingly warm eyes. But the meaning of his answer was clear.
From the very beginning, it had all been a beautifully crafted lie.
“…Let’s try to be happy, from now on.”
Anshi smiled brightly, like someone who knew nothing. She hid the deep-rooted distrust in her heart and embraced him.
This marriage was destined to end in tragedy—
And she was glad for it.
