Episode 1
“Miss April Lebelne has given her hand in marriage to Count Quirn Falcon.”
April’s eyes widened at the words, and her breath caught in her throat.
“The holy matrimony of the two of you is hereby lawfully established…….”
“Are you crazy, you’re talking about legal!”
April yelled, finally losing her temper.
The Archbishop, interrupted, looked at her with a somewhat dumbfounded expression.
“What, young lady?”
April’s gaze was fierce, as if she could shoot fire from her eyes at any moment.
Despite being in an unfamiliar space, with only a stranger in sight, she was completely unfazed and held up her right hand. Then she jabbed it across me several times and said in a ferocious two-tone.
“Think about it, Bishop, if you have a head at all. How on earth can this be legitimate?”
Where am I, who am I, how am I supposed to prepare for the future?
There was little time to think about any of that at leisure.
Because the moment I heard the name “April Lebelne” and the two words “wedding vows,” all my thinking stopped.
It quickly dawned on me that I was possessing someone else’s body and that it was a novel.
It felt as if someone had smashed the back of her head as hard as they could, as hard as they could.
There was only one thing on April’s mind.
“I have to stop this!
No, no, no, no! This marriage should never have been consummated.
“I don’t want to die again!
She clenched her teeth and glared harder at the Archbishop.
But he seemed to have recovered his composure and set his face like an iron plate.
The Archbishop’s brow furrowed, as if he’d been underestimating the younger April, and he faked a stern voice.
“Young Lady Levelne, the temple is a sacred place, so please be polite.”
But contrary to the archbishop’s expectations, April didn’t bat an eye.
“You still haven’t answered my question, so please explain. How can this wedding be legal?”
April shifted her gaze from the archbishop to me.
She stood where the groom-to-be should have been standing, but her piercing blue eyes held no one’s gaze.
Only the walls of the shrine, where the candles hung, were reflected.
April drew in a deep breath, exhaled, and muttered harshly.
“The man who’s supposed to be my groom is already dead.”
Indeed. In front of April Lebelne, where the groom was supposed to stand, was empty.
On the dais facing her, only a pair of white gloves, the same ones he wore when he was alive, rested.
Of course, it was not uncommon for the bride and groom to be absent from the ceremony.
Marriage between nobles was often a contract and a transaction between family and family, so the ceremony itself was often performed by proxies.
But this was truly unheard of.
April’s eyes grew more intense, her voice rising as she continued her accusation.
“A soul wedding, what the hell does that even mean?”
What kind of Orient is this?
The time period is medieval Europe, and the idea of a soul wedding is ridiculous!
I wanted to laugh out loud, but I knew I’d be labeled insane and banned.
“Hmph, my dear!”
The archbishop’s complexion turned pale.
From her innocent appearance, he assumed she was as fragile as any other noble child.
‘Surely she was, until she signed the papers…….’
The April in front of him now was a rampaging wild foal.
‘It’s as if she’s changed.’
The Archbishop thought, wiping the sweat from his brow with a sleeve dance.
Nobles usually spoke in circles that made their words unintelligible, but April had none of that.
Which made it all too easy to see that she was angry to the bone.
“Poor thing.
April was right, Count Quorn Falcon was a dead man. With a little exaggeration, everyone in the Veska Empire knew it.
Nevertheless, the Archbishop seemed determined to press on.
He was, after all, in no position to disagree with April.
The Archbishop coughed and said the obvious.
“Count Falcon’s death certificate has not yet been issued, so he has not yet been buried.”
April snorted murderously.
“Ha! Does that make the dead come back to life?”
The archbishop had no answer. He merely coughed repeatedly in discomfort.
As if to say, “If you have a mouth, say something,” April tilted her chin up high and glared at the Archbishop with arrogant eyes.
After a long moment, the Archbishop finally spoke up, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Now, I don’t see why you’re doing this, Young Lady Levelne. Hasn’t she already taken her vows?”
She didn’t know why she was doing this now.
For the first time, April was speechless.
“That’s…….”
She pursed her lips for a moment, then said, “Oh, whatever,” and put her hands on her hips.
“I didn’t do that.”
At that moment, the Archbishop’s face contorted into a nice little smile.
He must have thought, “What the hell is this bullshit?
But April decided to brazen it out.
“I don’t care what anyone thinks of me right now,” she said, “I have to stop this marriage first!
I know the future misfortunes that will happen if I don’t stop this marriage. So I had to stop it and see.
“This marriage is invalid because I didn’t sign it.”
With that, April reached for the vows on the podium.
Rather than trying to get the Archbishop to understand and annul this marriage, it seemed much easier to just tear up the vows in question and move on to the next story.
“Uh-huh. Where!”
But the Archbishop, noticing her behavior, was just as quick.
Tuck!
They both pointed at the wedding vows at the same time.
The way they looked at each other was so raw, it was as if fire had been shot out of thin air.
“Bishop, will you let go of this?”
“Let her go.”
Their fingertips strained to keep the vows from each other, and the paper pulled taut, to either side.
April’s lips twitched.
Her eyes narrowed, her lips drawn up in an expression that was clearly mocking.
“Your ears must have gotten a little darker in your old age.”
At that moment, the Archbishop’s eyes lit up as he looked at April.
But April wasn’t intimidated or evasive.
“Why. What. What.
She opened her mouth, glaring at the Archbishop with the same venomous eyes.
“I’ve told you I have no intention of marrying you, and I don’t understand why you’re so stubborn about it.”
“I think you’re being stubborn, my dear, and I’m afraid the marriage vows are not as simple as they seem.”
“My, my, Archbishop. You must be listening to the wrong people. I don’t have the stench of marrying the dead, do I?”
At the raw, unfiltered words, the Archbishop narrowed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
Apparently, he’d decided that further dealing with April was a waste of time.
“Lord Johnny, Lord Metzral. Come here.”
He sighed, sounding somewhat troubled.
April frowned slightly.
“Archbishop, who are you talking to…… ah, you startled me!”
She spun around, shoulders slumping in exasperation.
The two paladins she hadn’t even realized were here had fallen in behind her.
“What, what is it?”
April scanned their faces in turn with wary eyes.
It was then. The Archbishop turned to the paladins.
“It appears that Lady Levelne is tired, so please allow my lords to escort her home.”
“Yes.”
Before the Archbishop could finish his sentence, the paladins flanked April on either side of her.
Soon, her legs were lifted off the ground.
“Wait, Archbishop!”
“I will take care of this, my lady Levelne. No, Countess Falcon.”
The Archbishop turned to April, a false smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and spoke in a gentle voice.
“I hope you will make yourself at home in your new home and enjoy your new life.”
“Do you think it’s funny, old man,” cried April, “that I should be so polite to you, and bring me the marriage vows at once, and you, uncles, let go of this, let go of it!”
But there was no one in the shrine to hear her somewhat frantic cries.
The archbishop smiled a condescending smirk, and added, as if to drive a wedge.
“Congratulations on your marriage. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
He turned around with a benevolent smile as he cradled the vows in his arms.
April screamed again as she was grabbed by the paladins, her feet spinning in the air.
“You crazy old man, give me that paper now!”
Anger rose to the top of her lungs.
April’s body grew hotter and hotter, and her head began to feel foggy, as if she had a bad cold.
A beat too late, it dawns on her that her possessor is a sunfish, a sunfish of the sunfish.
“Oh, I’m going to pass out.
A sense of urgency washed over April, and she continued to scream, hoping to make one last move before she lost consciousness, but she was running out of steam.
“Ah! No, no, no! Bring it back to me. This marriage is…… nothing, no filial……!”
But despite her desperate pleas, April eventually fainted. She was too feverish.
As she watched the Archbishop’s blurry backside walk away, April’s last thought was this.
Oh, that’s so fucked up.
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