The Reason I Got Engaged to My Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 12

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Episode 12

“What is this, Marsha?”

I looked at Marsha with dejected eyes.

Marsha replied nonchalantly.

“Take another close look.”

“Fine, I’ll forgive you for wasting the 5,000 gold I worked my bones off to collect.”

“Oh come on, it’s not a scam! I went there myself and even experienced it firsthand.”

Marsha squeaked indignantly and pointed inside the case.

“It’s right here. Right heeeeere.”

I frowned and carefully examined where Marsha was pointing.

Looking closely…

There was a gem the size of a pinky nail tucked in the corner.

That thing cost 5,000 gold.

‘Well, it is practical.’

When hiding one’s identity, a disguise stone shouldn’t be conspicuous, so smaller would be better.

As soon as I thought that far, I snapped the case shut.

“Then let’s start with the crafting.”

“Crafting?”

“I can’t just carry this around in my hand. A ring… no, it should be set in a necklace.”

A ring could slip off my finger. It would be better to put it inside a necklace pendant.

‘Well, there’s not zero chance it could fall out of a pendant either…’

But that possibility was extremely low.

Probability-wise, well.

‘About the same as Chris voluntarily working overtime on tasks no one assigned him?’

I found a simple yet pretty rose gold necklace and handed it over.

“Don’t let Father find out, and bring it back as quickly as possible after crafting.”

Marsha, entrusted with another important mission, left with the case and necklace.

***

Meanwhile, at the Arviente Estate.

“What on earth is…”

Larientha examined the newspaper packed with stories about Arviente.

The person consistently mentioned alongside was, of course, Mary Blin.

‘I didn’t even know who Mary Blin was before.’

Larientha recalled the day three years ago when she learned about Piacce Lux.

At that time, Ransel was someone who acted bored as if he’d lived through everything in the world.

The emotions that surfaced in his eyes were habitual, and his expression was stereotypically languid and insincere in speech.

‘He definitely wasn’t normal, but.’

She didn’t worry much since he’d be fine after a day of taking sleeping pills.

But when a week passed without seeing her brother outside, who she thought would be fine as always.

Recognizing the seriousness, Larientha sought a solution.

‘That’s when I heard about Piacce Lux and went to Ransel.’

“There’s a boutique run by some young lady that’s quite popular. Everyone’s talking about how their husbands made reservations for them, or their fiancés gave them bags from that boutique.”

Larientha acted like a spoiled princess, saying she needed someone to make a reservation for her too.

The plan was to get him some fresh air first.

“Standing in line from dawn just to get a dress fitted? Ridiculous. If everyone’s so idle, I’d like to ask them to do my work instead.”

Of course, Ransel’s reaction was beyond bored—he was incredulous.

But Larientha continued persuading without caring.

“Everyone else had someone make reservations for them, so what would it look like if I just sent a maid directly?”

“Ask your husband to do that kind of thing.”

“My husband is in the north!”

After tormenting him for three days and nights, it was finally Ransel who surrendered.

‘After that…’

Ransel couldn’t secure a spot on the reservation list, but for some reason, he consistently headed to the boutique.

Larientha still didn’t know what had happened between the two.

But anyway, Mary was the person who had eliminated her brother’s ennui, so she cherished her quite a bit.

‘When I first met Miss Mary, she was like, how should I put it, a pretty cat of fine breeding.’

So Larientha was confident she could cherish Mary’s child even if it became her nephew.

‘But what on earth is he thinking with that behavior.’

As the person who had been their bridge, Larientha found Ransel frustrating as he only grilled the butler.

For instance.

“Young master, we’re still investigating Ranghilden, but… Chartinez suddenly started buying up all the land in Ranghilden. The investigation will likely become difficult.”

A heavy silence settled after the struggling voice.

Ransel quietly rolled the butler’s words around in his mouth.

“I’ve been thinking.”

He finally spoke after a long while.

“The current situation seems to be unfolding in a really infuriating way.”

“…”

It was true.

The timing of Mary’s return coinciding with the Westport Line’s return, or Chartinez suddenly starting to buy that land just as they began investigating the village where Mary had stayed.

At this point, it was like fate playing tricks.

“…Something’s definitely strange. Maybe it really isn’t Mary’s child…”

Meanwhile, Ransel muttered incomprehensible words before giving instructions to the butler.

“If the investigation becomes difficult, go there yourself. That would be better.”

“Pardon?”

“I’ll go back to the Blin Estate.”

The butler was flustered by the unexpected business trip news. Me, sir?

‘Let me see, the distance from Tererrosa to Ranghilden is…’

Just as he was anxiously estimating the business trip duration, he made eye contact with Larientha standing in the distance.

Larientha gave the butler a pitying expression.

I understand, butler. He’s a bit like this right now.

This was followed by spinning her finger in circles next to her head.

***

And here.

There was another man who had similarly gone in circles.

“Wow, what a ridiculous person, really.”

Allen snorted as he read the tenth rejection letter that had flown in from the Blin Estate.

Like a proper groom-to-be with an aloe pack on for skin elasticity, he was shouting at the top of his lungs as if the Editorial Department was his own world.

It was especially hard to control his emotions since he’d just been called in by the president, Cal.

“Are you insane, Coden? Have you lost your mind?!”

Cal, who had received Mary’s letter, spent an entire hour hurling curses.

Allen, who couldn’t say a word in front of him, only regained his confidence after returning to the Editorial Department.

‘So what if I get on his bad side? I can get a better job just by dropping the Marquis’s name.’

Though it was a verbal engagement, the man facing an ultra-fast rise in status had lost his sense of reality.

“I mean, she says if I want to talk, I should make an appointment first. If she was going to be like this, she shouldn’t have spoken to me in the first place!”

At first, he had planned to just scrape together whatever scraps were left from the scandal.

But…

‘Something smells fishy.’

It had been three years since I’d been digging up scandals among the upper class, both self-proclaimed and acknowledged. My instincts couldn’t be wrong.

“Ha, really. Though the kid does look too much like Mary Blin for that.”

Allen muttered with a furrowed brow.

Boni, a reporter sitting diagonally from Allen, had a face full of things she wanted to say.

“There he goes with his nonsense again.”

“Hey, keep it down. He’ll hear you.”

“I mean, what’s with that face mask? Does he think this is his bedroom at home?”

She had many other things she wanted to say, but she didn’t want to become a victim of her boss’s ‘crime of hurting my feelings,’ so she kept the rest to herself.

‘It’s not like we can’t dig because we don’t have backing.’

Every reporter in the capital had some backing.

Backing created by manipulating public opinion favorably or turning a blind eye to bad incidents.

‘It’s also a long-standing fact that the Blin Family is inferior to a baronial house.’

So Mary being a count’s daughter wasn’t a big problem.

But…

Mary Blin was a celebrity.

‘How much effort does the boss put in every year trying to get exclusive coverage of the Piaceroux collection?’

Unaware of Boni’s thoughts, Allen opened his mouth with determination.

“I’ll have to visit again.”

That guy’s going to cause trouble soon.

Boni and all the other reporters in the editorial office clicked their tongues inwardly.

***

The next afternoon, with bright sunlight streaming down.

‘I must be crazy, absolutely crazy.’

I was clenching my fists tightly in the garden.

“…It’s not your child?”

And now with my ex-boyfriend who had become a cotton candy-washed raccoon.

I let out a deep sigh and reflected on how I had ended up in this situation.

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