𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖
“Waah!”
Mabel let out a scream, and the blanket slowly rose up and fell to the floor as if shedding its skin.
What appeared was a person dressed entirely in black.
To be precise, everything from the coat, gloves, and boots was unified in black. The hair was also unkempt black hair, but what surprised Mabel the most was the face. There was a jet-black mask befitting the name of a mage. He was probably the rumored Eugene.
However, the mask only covered the upper half of his face; the lower part of his face was exposed, revealing white skin and thin lips. Only his eyes visible through the mask made Mabel recognize that he was human.
She had heard that he was quite old, but judging from his skin, he didn’t seem to be that old. He was also tall. Mabel would have to look up to him when standing next to him.
“Who are you?”
The lips under the mask moved, and a clear voice came out. Mabel quickly lowered her head.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t think anyone was here.”
She desperately swallowed the words she was about to say, “Why are you in this room?”
“I’m sorry for coming in without permission. But there was no one downstairs, so I just―”
“So, who are you? How did you get through the forest?”
Mabel stumbled over her words at his question. She wanted to build a peaceful relationship as much as possible to get a smooth annulment of the engagement.
She silently apologized to Wimmie in advance.
“Um, well, I’m a maid assigned to Mabel-sama. My name is Wimmie. I thought I would greet you on her behalf since we will be in your care in two months.”
Mabel’s words were met with a brief silence. Finally, Eugene spoke up.
“Mabel?”
“Yes?”
“Who?”
“Um, your fiancé.”
“Whose?”
“Yours, Eugene-sama.”
Mabel timidly looked at the man.
He tilted his head skeptically behind his mask, eyeing her suspiciously.
“What are you talking about?”
“Um, well, I thought there was supposed to be a written agreement addressing the engagement.”
At her words, Eugene left his blanket on the floor and strode over to the desk. He knocked over a pile of books with force, causing several parchment papers to fall to the ground, along with some dried plant roots.
He found a letter among them and roughly tore open the envelope.
“Is this it?”
After staring at the letter for a while, he glanced at Mabel and then tossed the letter onto the desk.
“They certainly did contact me.”
“Yes, they did.”
“What a foolish country.”
The uncovered part of his mouth twisted into a sneer.
“I suppose they plan to use this marriage as an excuse to exploit my power.”
As Mabel flinched in realization, Eugene laughed sarcastically.
“That’s why they’re offering their daughter. The country may be foolish, but the princess is just as foolish. It’s ridiculous that she would accept the marriage proposal without thinking about it.”
‘I haven’t accepted anything! What’s with this person? So rude.’
Mabel held back the urge to retort. But then again, perhaps this was an opportunity in a way.
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