If I Were Reborn, I Wouldn’t Marry You - Chapter 107

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Chapter 107
Our conversation had stretched on quite long, and before I knew it, evening had fallen and the party was coming to an end.
We quietly returned to the Party Venue, spent a reasonable amount of time there, and then headed home.
For the week that followed, time passed peacefully, save for Leonhardt becoming somewhat withdrawn.
It was a single letter that disrupted our ordinary routine.
Today was Sunday, the day of the House of Roderick’s family dinner.
“Did you sleep well? And how are my Brothers and the Prince?”
I had slept poorly the night before and entered the Dining Room with a hazy expression, only to find a strangely grave atmosphere hanging over the space.
Whatever conversation had been taking place moments before, they seemed to have swallowed their words hastily the moment I stepped in.
‘What is this? Has something happened?’
Yet no matter how much I pondered it, I couldn’t discern anything.
Around this time in my previous life, nothing significant had occurred.
‘Though I suppose I can’t say absolutely nothing happened.’
This time I had prevented it, but the great famine of the South—which had claimed countless victims before—was only now being brought under control.
The Crown Prince had selected Leonhardt as a scapegoat to redirect the people’s resentment, and rumors about the red-eyed Prince, which only those in the know had whispered about, were now spreading in earnest.
‘In my first life, the period from now until two years later when Leonhardt awakened the Divine Blood was the worst.’
Thanks to the Crown Prince’s strategy working brilliantly, people had even begun to openly mock Leonhardt, who was second in line to the throne.
Of course, I hadn’t left it unchecked, but Leonhardt had been forced to refrain from going out and remain confined for a while.
However, this time the Divine Blood awakened far more quickly, and I had already found the true prophecy that would prove Leonhardt’s red eyes were not a curse.
‘Though I haven’t announced it yet, waiting for the most opportune moment to reveal it.’
Since my regression, everything had been unfolding smoothly.
Therefore, I couldn’t fathom why such a grave atmosphere would arise.
To understand the situation, I glanced at Leonhardt and moved my lips silently, asking him a question.
‘What is it? What’s happened?’
Yet even though our eyes clearly met, Leonhardt showed no particular reaction.
He seemed so deeply absorbed in his own thoughts that he wasn’t even aware of my presence.
‘What? Has the Crown Prince done something?’
Unlike in my first life, when he held the position of undisputed heir, Prince’s current status was quite precarious.
There were quite a few who argued that Leonhardt, having awakened the Divine Blood, should become Emperor.
The Emperor and several nobles led by Viscount Perington were somehow managing to suppress this, but for Prince, who had been born as the Emperor’s eldest son and had walked a smooth path his entire life, it must have been a tremendous blow.
‘In my first life, this was around the time he was beginning to reveal his brutal nature, but this time he’s been putting on airs and trying to expand his faction—I thought he might be more intelligent than I expected?’
Since it couldn’t be anyone but Prince creating such a grave atmosphere, my suspicions were beginning to solidify when—
But there was another reason for such a serious mood.
“Miela! Do you know a kid named Henry Floyd?”
Lester, who had been anxiously gnawing at his lips, suddenly jumped to his feet and shouted the moment our eyes met.
“You do, right?”
Since I had only met him once, I couldn’t say we were close, but I did know of him.
Yet Lester’s expression became blank, as if I had just dropped a bombshell.
“No, this can’t be….”
Like the protagonist of a tragedy, Lester slumped into his chair with despair, then sprang back up as if bouncing and cried out.
“Miela! You’re not actually going to marry him, are you?”
Well, I am planning to…
…with Leonhardt.
But why are you asking me this now?
Bewildered by the sudden question, I blinked at my family, and Mother let out a heavy sigh before speaking.
“Floyd Young Master sent a proposal letter.”
What?
We only met once and weren’t together for even twenty minutes?
And I’m only nine years old?
The higher-ranking the nobility, the more common it was to arrange betrothals in childhood.
Cases like the Crown Prince and Lady Perington becoming engaged around ten years old were quite frequent.
But those were merely engagements.
A formal proposal letter requesting marriage was something sent among high nobility only after the families had coordinated beforehand and everything was confirmed—it was more akin to a bureaucratic document exchange devoid of romance.
‘Of course, there are people who have love marriages, so there are cases where proposal letters are sent with genuine romantic intent…’
But that only applied when both parties were adults and were lovers seriously considering marriage together.
Faced with this completely unexpected situation, I was even more confused than before hearing the explanation.
Then it suddenly occurred to me—how could the Floyd Duke House have sent a proposal letter so quickly when the distance between Silvaren Kingdom and the Empire was so vast?
This doesn’t make any sense.
“Mother, may I see it too?”
The situation was so absurd that I reached out to examine it myself, and Mother handed over the proposal letter with a deeply displeased expression.
The edges were quite crumpled, as if the family members had passed it around and trembled while holding it.
Taking the proposal letter seriously, I burst out laughing the moment I read its contents.
“What is this!”
Of course, I knew what I was holding was a proposal letter.
I’d received one from Leonhardt before.
What I meant was more like ‘Is this really a proposal letter?’
The format of the proposal was a complete mess.
In obviously childish Imperial script that anyone could tell Floyd Young Master had written himself, it simply said: “Miela, I fell for you at first sight. The goddess of fate has guided you to me. So please marry me.”
Even the family seal, an essential requirement for a proposal letter, was stamped there, but it was pathetically crude.
‘It looked like a failed attempt at clumsy forgery.’
The emblem of the Floyd Duke House was presumably an eagle, but it looked almost like a chick.
Only a week had passed, so I wondered how the Floyd Duke House in Silvaren Kingdom could have sent a proposal letter so quickly.
Anyone could see this was Floyd Young Master acting entirely on his own.
And very clumsily at that.
Ten years old.
Even if noble children matured quickly, this was still the borderline of what could be considered young.
‘Kids these days are really bold, I tell you.’
I shook my head with a slight, suppressed smile.
To someone with an adult’s consciousness like me, it was simply amusing—like watching a child throw a tantrum about marrying the Nanny.
“You were all taking this seriously over just this?”
I met each of their eyes in turn, teasing them with my question.
Mother, being the more rational one, cleared her throat with a soft hum and averted her gaze, while the rest of the men—Father, my Brothers, and Leonhardt—
stared at me with wide, shocked eyes as if asking how I could possibly say such a thing.
‘Father and my Brothers, I understand. But Leon, why are you reacting like that?’
We had regressed together, so he should know that I possessed an adult’s consciousness. I couldn’t fathom why he wore such an expression.
Of course, Floyd Young Master was a year older than me, but Leonhardt should know better than anyone—second only to me—that in my eyes, he would always appear as nothing more than a child.
So my gaze lingered on Leonhardt longer than usual.
I could observe emotions gradually seeping into those ruby eyes that had been dazed with shock.
A multitude of emotions flickered across those gem-like irises.
The colors blended together in such a way that their boundaries blurred, but the largest portion was composed of confusion, worry, and courage.
And ultimately, courage conquered all the other emotions.
Leonhardt fixed me with a clear, resolute gaze as if he had made a decision.
“Refuse him.”
His tone was firm, leaving no room for rebuttal.
‘That’s what I was planning to do anyway.’
Tilting my head in confusion at what seemed like an obvious statement, Leonhardt asked pleadingly, his words coming a moment too late.
“You will, right? You said I was your favorite….”
Watching Leonhardt wait for my response with a dejected expression, my heart began to race.
…Did I have such tastes?
And as I gazed at Leonhardt as if enchanted, I heard the cries of Father and my Brothers.
“Miela said I was her favorite!”
Four men’s gazes crossed with one another.
With so many people claiming to be my favorite, I smiled brightly and reached my conclusion.
“Today, Mother is my favorite!”
Siding with the one who held the power.

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