The Reason I Got Engaged to My Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 41

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Episode 41

 

Caught off guard by the sudden barrage of attacks, Ransel was left speechless.

 

Then he barely managed to pull himself together.

 

Now was the time to somehow win over this maid whose thorns were sharply protruding.

 

“Where’s Mary?”

 

“She’s in her room.”

 

Marsha answered with a face that really didn’t want to tell him.

 

“Did she eat well?”

 

“Yes. Earlier she had venison fillet with white wine, and lemon sherbet for dessert.”

 

Ransel nodded at the expected response.

 

Ordinary people couldn’t sleep or eat when their hearts were troubled, but Mary was someone who actually slept better and ate better in such situations.

 

At first he wondered if it was some new kind of protest, but since it was better than not eating at all, he just let it be.

 

“Miss Marsha.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What should I do to make Mary happy?”

 

“How would I know that?”

 

“I never thought I’d say something like this in my life, but please help me.”

 

“Our young lady likes people who don’t say unreasonable things, don’t disappear for four days without a word, don’t act like First Academy freshmen, and don’t say ‘please’ for the first time at age twenty-six.”

 

“…”

 

It was a complete defeat.

 

Marsha smiled with satisfaction and walked past Ransel.

 

A father so uninterested he didn’t even know his son had come home after four days, a mother who cherished the dog more than her own son, and a maid who smiled sweetly while cutting him down with gentle words…

 

Setting aside the failed friendship with a certain Mr. M who would say it was his fault without even hearing the cause of the fight, how could there be no one on his side in this damn household?

 

Ransel, lost in thought about how he had lived his life until now, soon arrived in front of Mary’s door.

 

‘…Sigh.’

 

It felt like less than 10 minutes had passed since he’d been pushed here by that novel desertion threat.

 

Ransel stopped with his hand raised to knock. His palm grew damp with nervousness.

 

…Knock knock.

 

As soon as he knocked and opened the door, he made eye contact with Mary.

 

Mary, who had been sitting in a chair fiddling with something, stiffened.

 

Then immediately, Mary primly turned her head away and said.

 

“Look who’s here – the person who said whatever he wanted to say alone, hurt me, and disappeared without a word for three whole days.”

 

“…”

 

Ransel quickly sat down next to Mary.

 

Then he opened his mouth without hesitation.

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

“What are you sorry for?”

 

“Um, for saying whatever I wanted to say alone, hurting you, and disappearing without a word for three whole days…”

 

“…”

 

Only then did Mary put down what she was holding and turn to look at Ransel.

 

Ransel didn’t miss the timing and quickly handed over the dessert box.

 

“What’s this?”

 

“Fresh strawberry cake.”

 

At those words, Mary looked at Ransel with incredulous eyes.

 

The staring gaze continued for just a moment, then a light sigh flowed from Mary’s lips.

 

“Do I look like someone who’d cheer up over just one cake?”

 

“…”

 

“Fine, if you want to throw another tantrum like that in the future, just go quietly stay in your room.”

 

“…”

 

“You need to answer, Lord Idis.”

 

At Mary’s urging, Ransel finally opened his mouth.

 

“Yes, Princess.”

 

Unfortunately, an incompetent head of household had no power.

 

“…And.”

 

Mary, who had been staring at him intently, changed the subject.

 

“Actually, it wasn’t really something that needed to go that far, and I’m not in a position to be righteous either, but I was too sensitive.”

 

“…”

 

“You were right too. When I don’t tell you things first, I can’t expect you to tell me everything. But…”

 

Mary paused for a moment before continuing.

 

“Still, please wait for me. Until I’m ready to talk.”

 

Don’t rush me, I’d like you to wait.

 

At the calmly continued words, Ransel quietly looked at Mary.

 

Her request to wait made him want to ask even more. What had hurt your heart so much?

 

“Alright, I’ll wait.”

 

Nevertheless, what came out of his mouth was a simple answer.

 

When Mary asked him to wait, Ransel had no choice but to wait.

 

That’s why Mary was his princess, his love.

 

“I’m sorry for not waiting last time.”

 

Maybe we’ve just been going in circles around the same place. That thought suddenly occurred to him.

 

Mary hesitated before nodding slightly.

 

It was a bland reaction, as if she didn’t know how to respond.

 

“Anyway.”

 

Then she changed the subject with a prim expression again.

 

“About the Founding Festival that’s coming up soon…”

 

Mary explained step by step.

 

Meeting Chris’s friend, the story she heard there, the distinctive scent she noticed from Chris’s friend…

 

“Most nobles will gather at the Observation Tower. I don’t think someone with such small influence that they can’t enter the Observation Tower would be behind this.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“So you’ll need to wear Clark flower decorations and walk around inside the Observation Tower with me. Of course, I’ll also attach flower decorations to my dress.”

 

In other words, since the person involved in the eagle incident seemed to be allergic to Clark flowers, she wanted to use that to catch them.

 

Whether that client really was allergic to Clark flowers, or would even participate in the Founding Festival, was still unknown but…

 

“Alright.”

 

Ransel nodded. Anyway, just listening to the princess was enough.

 

Then suddenly, Ransel turned his gaze to the table piled high with various things.

 

“By the way, what’s all this?”

 

At his question, Mary answered while opening the dessert box.

 

“Booth planning proposals for the Founding Festival. I’m planning to debut perfumes then too.”

 

“Won’t it be hard to manage a booth while walking around the Observation Tower?”

 

“I’m only doing the planning, Chris will handle the work. And Ransel, does this look like fresh strawberries to you?”

 

Mary tilted the box to show him.

 

“This is just strawberry jam.”

 

“…What’s the difference?”

 

It’s all strawberry cake anyway.

 

At his question, Mary looked at Ransel with speechless eyes.

 

“Of course it’s different.”

 

“Ask the maid to cut up strawberries and put them on top.”

 

“Then this becomes fresh strawberry cake?”

 

“You said the problem was that it only had strawberry jam.”

 

“Then you shouldn’t have said it was fresh strawberries in the first place.”

 

“No, is this really such a terrible thing I’ve done?”

 

So he was someone whose mood could be lifted by just a single cake.

 

Mary, who had been glaring at Ransel for a while, took out the cake and changed the subject.

 

“Anyway, it’s not like I won’t pay any attention to the booth, but my main objective is finding that client.”

 

Munch munch, she’s really enjoying it.

 

Just when was she complaining about whether these were real strawberries, yet now watching the princess eating so enthusiastically, Ransel found himself smiling gently.

 

“Lady Sophia said she would personally oversee the dress you’ll wear to the Founding Festival, and that she would accompany you, so no one will find fault with going upstairs.”

 

Of course, his expression hardened again at the words that followed.

 

“…Mother agreed to personally oversee the dress?”

 

“Yes, last time.”

 

“Since we’re partners, we’ll need to coordinate our outfits too.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“So do I have to wear a floral uniform too?”

 

Ransel asked Mary with a face that said he didn’t want to believe it.

 

He had occasionally seen ladies with dresses accented with floral fabric.

 

But he had never in his life seen anyone crazy enough to use floral fabric on a uniform.

 

“Well.”

 

Mary tilted her head and avoided answering.

 

“…”

 

It was such a serious matter that Ransel went to find Sophia as soon as morning came.

 

And fortunately, he was relieved to receive an answer that they would only need to match colors.

 

***

 

Meanwhile, at the Crown Prince’s Palace.

 

“…What the hell are you up to, Eve.”

 

Crack. As Enrif bent his fingers, the armrest got scratched.

 

Enrif recalled the story he had heard while having an audience with the Emperor.

 

Temporary gate.

 

Enrif knew absolutely nothing about it.

 

He was told to investigate something together with the First Princess, but honestly, he wasn’t even interested.

 

However, the only thing that bothered him was…

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