I Proposed to My Childhood Friend After Regressing - Chapter 107

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After Regressing, I Proposed to My Childhood Friend and…
Chapter 107
A bright smile bloomed across Clyde’s face at Beatrice’s yes.
Seeing him laugh so openly, without hiding his joy, was a rare sight even for Beatrice.
“Ha…….”
He let out a deep breath, as if he’d been holding it in, and reached out toward her.
Beatrice, entranced by his smile, instinctively held out her hand to him.
The proposal had gone through, so naturally she assumed he was going to slip the Ring onto her finger.
But contrary to her expectations, Clyde caught the hand she offered and gently tugged her toward him.
Then, with that outstretched arm, he wrapped it easily around her waist.
“Huh?”
Before Beatrice could even catch her breath, Clyde straightened his knees and hoisted her straight up into his arms.
Suddenly dangling from his body like a sack of rice, Beatrice kicked her legs with wide eyes.
“Ah! What the— Put me down, now!”
Clyde paid no mind to her shocked voice.
He laughed out loud, clearly delighted even by this reaction of hers. Then he tightened his arms around her and spun her in dizzy circles where he stood.
As if he never intended to let go of the person held within his embrace.
At first Beatrice had been flustered and at a loss, but eventually she let her strength go and leaned into him.
Of course, it didn’t last long. The room began to tilt for Beatrice, and she started pounding on Clyde’s back with her palms, demanding to be set down.
Giving in to her insistent demands, Clyde set Beatrice down, and at last pressed a brief kiss over her eyelid.
“Thanks. For accepting me.”
“…Just try breaking that promise. You know my family’s loaded, right? Damn it, it’ll be divorce on the spot.”
“Sure, anytime. Oh, you’ll at least give me a chance to defend myself, right?”
“No, I won’t.”
Beatrice cut him off teasingly and turned her gaze back to the sky.
While she and Clyde had been confessing their true feelings, the sunset that had settled over them as if blessing the pair had also begun to fade without either of them noticing.
Darkness without a single speck of light began to spread over the forest path, but Beatrice watched the change calmly.
Just as Clyde had said, some memories are bound to shine brightly, so today, overflowing with such memories, felt like it would be fine. Or perhaps…
“Bea, shall we head back soon? The path’s dark, so it’d be better if I carried you in my arms or on my back.”
Maybe it was because of the person clinging to her, as though determined to keep the promise he had just made.
Beatrice let out a small, incredulous laugh at the sight of him spreading his arms wide, as if inviting her to come right in.
It was surely meant for her sake, but somehow, every single movement of his carried an obvious ulterior motive.
Feeling her hands steady and her heart beating at ease for once, Beatrice was about to turn down his offer.
Then a single thought flickered through her mind.
‘Come to think of it, I was fine yesterday too, when I was with Clyde, right?’
Even when he had covered her eyes with his hand, Beatrice hadn’t felt any pain.
She couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason, but it seemed true that Clyde’s presence was something very special to her.
Having reached that point, Beatrice blinked rapidly.
‘Then… could I use this for Princess Elodie’s wedding?’
All at once, Beatrice’s eyes lit up.
It seemed she might be able to solve that thing Valois had described: something with no real harm, yet appearing terribly horrific on the surface.
It was still a simple notion, but if she discussed it with Clyde or Valois, a proper plan was sure to come out of it.
Beatrice didn’t hesitate. She stepped one more pace closer to Clyde and firmly rested both hands on his shoulders.
Then, shaking her head at Clyde, who was about to pull her into his arms as naturally as ever, she spoke with glimmering eyes.
“Clyde, I have a favor to ask.”
“A favor?”
“Die with me, will you?”
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On the very day of a proposal, how many people get asked by their partner to die together?
And then…
“Clyde, Bea, so you’re both here. Perfect timing.”
“Hm? Is something wrong? Wait, why are Mom and Dad here again?”
“Because what you said yesterday weighed on my mind, I arranged a meeting with the Duke’s Household first. Using the excuse that we needed to discuss your new home.”
And who gets roped into a sudden family gathering on the very same day?
Clyde was willing to bet that he was the only one in the entire Empire.
Gathered together were both sets of parents, Kaelyun, and Ian, and a rather grave mood hung over the room.
No one had told them anything yet, but without hearing a word, it wasn’t hard to guess what this was about.
‘My brother must have told them about Princess Elodie. And that we already knew about it.’
The very moment of sharing everything with the whole family was something he had longed for for a long time. Before the Regression, he had dreamed of it more than once.
‘But does it really have to be today?’
Clyde took Beatrice’s hand, his expression sulky and a little put out.
‘I didn’t dress up this carefully just to sit here and rack my brain over serious matters.’
Clyde wanted to devote the whole day to Beatrice alone. Of course, he had no intention of spending the entire night with her, either.
He wanted to, truly, but he didn’t put much faith in his own self-control.
Beatrice had been wise to dash out of their newlywed home, declaring, ‘This place is dangerous.’
If they had kept spending time alone together that night, in that atmosphere, Clyde couldn’t have vouched for what would have happened next.
‘And neither of us wants to get swept up in a mood like that.’
Clyde didn’t want any misunderstanding about his feelings for Beatrice.
Whether it was about her past, or the natural mood that blooms when two people who like each other cling close together.
‘Anyway, even after I send Beatrice off, I wanted to fall asleep replaying everything from today…’
Her various reactions during the date he had planned, and the expression she wore when she accepted his proposal, the kind that made him want to kiss her right then and there.
Yet Beatrice, who had truly become his ‘wife’ as of today, didn’t seem inclined to indulge him.
Clyde watched her willingly take a seat and chat with the family, and let out a small sigh.
‘She says to die together… I thought she meant something sweet, like dying on the same day and at the same hour.’
But no.
His wife shook her head, looking as though she couldn’t believe what nonsense she was hearing, at his reply: ‘Yes, someday when we’re old, let’s figure out a way.’
‘What? What are you talking about? That’s not it. Princess Elodie’s and Kaelyun’s wedding!’
‘…Wedding?’
‘Valois, I mean, Turner was trying to figure out how to ruin everything while pretending the plan was still on track!’
‘…’
‘He told me a plan that looks serious on the surface but would take me down and ruin itself in a way that’s harmless. Then I thought it’d be nice if you got caught up in it with me!’
‘…But what does that have to do with dying?’
‘Oh, sorry! To be precise, we’d make it look like I’m hovering near death on the surface! I talked with Valois about a “potion that makes you look dead but puts you to sleep”… I got my words tangled for a moment. Originally I was going to use my weakness to darkness to set everything up…’
‘Absolutely not.’
‘Yeah, I knew you’d react like this, so I didn’t tell you. But I figured it’d be fine if I were with you!’
…That expression she made while saying it was cute, too.
Recalling the conversation he’d shared with Beatrice, Clyde fixed his sullen gaze on his family once more.

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