I Ended Up Snatching a Marriage With the Male Lead! - Chapter 49

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I’d gone ahead and married the male lead in a spur-of-the-moment ceremony.
Chapter 49

“Me? Surely you mean—”
Emilia thought she’d misheard him and asked again.
“That’s right.”
But Kaiden simply affirmed it, his tone steady.
More than that, he pointed to a passage in the Legal Code she’d left spread open.
It was exactly the section her finger had been tracing moments before.
“Here—’those not formally registered in a Noble Family’—doesn’t that include Commoners as well?”
Emilia lowered her gaze and confirmed the text written in the Legal Code.
He was right.
Just as Illegitimate Children were not formally nobility, neither were Commoners.
“Well, yes, but even so…”
Emilia felt as though her mind had gone completely blank.
Then Kaiden took a step closer to her.
A measured step forward.
She instinctively retreated a pace.
“I understand your point perfectly well.”
His voice, soft and measured, fell from above her.
“But finding an Illegitimate Child of a noble house willing to marry on such short notice isn’t feasible.”
“W-well, that’s true enough, I suppose…”
Emilia stammered, caught off guard.
Even so, to propose such a thing to me of all people.
“Or perhaps a Commoner woman would do? There are trustworthy servants who’ve been loyal to the Duke’s Residence for years, after all…”
“In a situation as urgent as this, why are we deliberating, explaining, and proposing candidates?”
Kaiden’s words were logical. It remained uncertain whether the other party would even accept such a proposal.
Then Kaiden lowered his head, and his face drew nearer.
His eyes, darker than before, locked with hers.
“You’re the one who understands Ivan’s circumstances best.”
At that, Emilia’s eyes darted back and forth.
She had no grounds to counter his words.
‘But still…’
Emilia bit her lip.
Now that she found herself on the receiving end of such a proposal, the sheer absurdity of what she’d suggested crashed over her with sudden, undeniable force.
Emilia’s gaze instinctively sought out someone who might help her—like a drowning person grasping for a rope.
The butler standing beside them, quietly observing the scene.
“R-Robert!”
Startled by her sudden cry, Robert’s eyes widened.
He had clearly opposed the Contract Engagement between Kaiden and Reina, disapproving of it until the very end.
So in this moment, he was her last hope…
“A very sound idea indeed.”
But he simply smiled warmly and nodded.
“…I beg your pardon?”
Emilia’s mouth fell open slightly—betrayed by the very person she’d relied upon.

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Alvin, an eighth-rank administrative official working at the Capital Administrative Office, let out a prolonged yawn.
He stared at the clock with a bored expression.
Less than thirty minutes remained until the end of his shift.
His primary responsibility was handling matters related to marriage registrations.
Unlike other departments, it was rare for anyone to rush in seeking to file a Marriage Registration Form right before closing time.
Which meant he could coast through the rest of the day and leave at quitting time.
Alvin interlocked his fingers behind his head and spoke to a colleague nearby.
“Surprisingly quiet today.”
The colleague at his side rebuked him for speaking carelessly.
“Hey! Don’t you know that saying such things only invites trouble?”
With that, the colleague left for the document storage room to organize files.
“Superstitious nonsense.”
Alvin shook his head.
As he tilted back in his chair, another five minutes passed.
He hummed to himself while tidying his desk and putting on his outer coat early, planning to leave the moment the clock struck quitting time.
And then, suddenly—
‘What…? What is this?’
Two figures abruptly appeared from around the corner in the distance.
Before he could even register their arrival, they were already standing before him.
“I… w-what can I help you with?”
“Well, it’s…”
The woman caught her breath and spoke to him.
“We’ve come to get married!”
“…I’m sorry?”
Alvin blinked, uncertain he’d heard correctly.
“You’re saying you’ve come here to marry?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
The woman nodded quickly.
Alvin swallowed hard.
‘At this hour?!’
But he forced himself to suppress his commentary. The man standing behind the woman looked unmistakably noble.
“I’m afraid our department doesn’t handle marriage registrations for nobles, I do apologize. Haha.”
Alvin scratched the back of his head apologetically, making a desperate attempt to escape the situation.
But the woman gave a friendly smile, undeterred.
“That shouldn’t be a problem, actually—I’m a Commoner. So there’s no issue, is there?”
“Oh… well, that’s true.”
Alvin answered reluctantly, conceding her point.
“You’ll give me a Marriage Registration Form, then?”
“Y-yes, of course.”
Alvin finally rose from his seat and began rifling through the documents.
‘Come to think of it, there are cases like this from time to time.’
Thoughtless nobles who married Commoners.
From the looks of it, this pair seemed to be a case of young lovers eloping against their family’s wishes.
‘Tch tch.’
He clicked his tongue inwardly.
According to what his senior had told him, nine out of ten such cases ended in ruin.
Alvin smugly predicted their downfall while rummaging for the paperwork, then offered the documents to the pair.
He opened his mouth, addressing the woman he’d identified as a Commoner.
“Here it is. You can read, I presume… Yes, I see you can.”
Alvin had closed his mouth, surprised—many Commoners were illiterate, but this one clearly was not.
Both of them began filling out the documents with deliberate efficiency.
The woman, in fact, worked even faster.
Alvin found himself staring blankly at the sight.
Within mere minutes, they produced a perfectly completed Marriage Registration Form, which he accepted with an uncertain expression.
“Since time is pressing, please process this quickly.”
The words were a request, but the tone was unmistakably a command.
The man seemed well accustomed to giving such orders.
At this point, Alvin couldn’t help but wonder about the man’s true identity.
‘Just who is this young man, anyway?’
Curiosity getting the better of him, Alvin glanced surreptitiously at the name field.
His eyes widened as he scanned the documents.
“V-V-Valen?”
But even rubbing his eyes didn’t change what he saw—the name on the form remained unchanged.
‘Is this really… the Duke Valen?!’
Alvin stood frozen like a statue, the documents in his grip—
“Hurry up.”
A voice cut through, impatient with his sluggish pace.
“Y-yes! Of course! P-please wait just a moment!”
He sprang to his feet with alacrity.
He knew all too well what happened when you incurred the displeasure of a noble.
If he wasn’t careful, he might never clock out again.
His earlier jest now felt like an impossibly harsh punishment.
‘But should I even be approving this?’
Unfortunately, there was no colleague nearby to ask.
And the documents were so flawlessly completed that there wasn’t the slightest grounds to refuse.
With trembling hands, he stamped the approval seal.
And moments later—
“H-haha.”
He, who had just found himself presiding over a duke’s marriage, let out a hollow laugh.
“I-is your business all taken care of now?”
He hurriedly handed them the copy of the Marriage Registration Form, asking the question with half his soul absent.
A common man such as himself felt his chest constrict in the mere presence of such a distinguished person.
‘Please, just go. I’m begging you.’
Then the woman—or rather, the Duchess, as she was now—looked faintly apologetic.
“If work was already in progress when closing time arrived, one can continue handling those cases, correct?”
“W-well, yes, technically…”
“I’m sorry to impose, but there’s one more matter I’d like to attend to.”
In truth, this had been their main objective all along.
‘Again?!’
Thus Alvin found himself reluctantly digging up yet another form.

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