Dear Ex-Fiancé, I Hope You Regret Everything - Chapter 37

The long-awaited day has finally arrived.

I am to become the Crown Princess of Haira.

Which means I will become Skyford-sama’s wife.

“Iris-sama, please keep your face still. I cannot apply your makeup at all like this.”

“I-I-I know! I know, but somehow… hehe.”

My face melts like a cat basking in the sun.

I’m so happy I feel like I might melt away.

“Excuse me.”

“Skyford-sama… wah!”

His usually loose hair is swept back, and the white wedding suit makes the well-built Skyford-sama shine even more like a prince.

“You look wonderful, so very…”

As we gazed at each other and he moved to embrace me, Fonmi stopped him.

“Iris-sama’s preparations are not yet complete, so please leave, Your Highness Skyford.”

“Come on! It should be fine to let me see Iris becoming more and more beautiful!”

“It is not.”

“Why not! We’re husband and wife!!”

“…To be precise, aren’t you about to become husband and wife? Yes, please leave now.”

“Wha…!!”

The door slammed shut with a bang. Skyford-sama was promptly kicked out.

“Honestly, wanting to see the bride getting ready is unbelievable! Iris-sama, you must be stricter with him.”

“Hehehe, I suppose so.”

“Sigh… Really, why is it that when it comes to business, Iris-sama is brisk, efficient, and charges ahead like a wild boar, but with Skyford-sama, you’re all soft and indulgent?”

“Is that so? I wonder.”

“It certainly is.”

The brush with its smooth touch glides over my eyelids.

The eyeshadow newly acquired for this day is something I’m considering as a new import from the country of Ushina. Not only is the color payoff excellent, but the container design is also remarkably stylish.

(This will definitely sell well!)

Since I went to Ushina to look for Rannai anyway, it would have been a waste to return empty-handed, so I combined it with market research.

“Thanks to Iris-sama’s boar-like charge, Haira is gradually changing. Now that support for Iris-sama is growing, we can consider the worries of His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen to have been unfounded.”

“I thought that fostering exchanges between Haira and many countries was the mission entrusted to me.”

Then, Fonmi suddenly became formal.

“…About that time…”

“It’s fine now. The person I am today is thanks to you, Fonmi.”

Rouge is applied to my lips, brightening and enhancing my complexion.

I truly think Fonmi’s makeup skills are exceptionally outstanding.

“Now, it’s finished. Please show it to His Highness Skyford.”

When I opened the door, there was a figure leaning against the corridor window, lost in thought.

When his gaze slowly turned to me, he stared blankly for a moment, then a single tear trickled down.

“Skyford-sama!? What’s wrong!?”

“…Sorry. You’re just so beautiful. I can’t believe it. It’s like an angel has descended.”

As he embraced me softly, enveloping me, he blushed and said, “Is it okay if I jump the gun a little?” and kissed my forehead.

(That expression is so unfair…)

“Now, shall we go?”

Holding his sturdy hand, evident even through our gloves, we walked toward the chapel where light streamed in.

✳︎ ✳︎ ✳︎

“Iris Dostoevsky, do you vow to take Skyford Savarias as your husband and love him for all your life?”

“Yes, I vow.”

“Skyford Savarias, do you vow to take Iris Dostoevsky as your wife and love her for all your life?”

“……”

“Skyford Savarias…?”

“…It’s not enough!! Those words are completely insufficient!!”

(Whaaaaaat!?)

A shock as if lightning had struck the venue ran through the hall.

Skyford-sama placed a hand on his chest, knelt, turned to me, and vowed sincerely. The murmurs in the venue did not cease.

“Iris Dostoevsky, I cannot live even a single second without you. I will repel every difficulty that befalls you. All my actions are born of my love for you. I love you strongly, deeply.”

The priest smiled wryly but applauded. Following his lead, the entire venue was filled with warm applause.

Among them were the faces of my family who had rushed from Isac.

His Majesty the King let out a sigh of relief, and Her Majesty the Queen raised her hands high, giving a big round of applause.

“Yes! I look forward to being with you, my husband.”

Skyford-sama smiled and gave me a soft kiss. Even though we were indoors, a wind somehow stirred. Wondering, I opened my eyes to see everything sparkling as if gold leaf were showering down.

(Is no one else noticing this?)

It seemed only I could feel it. Perhaps it was something Skyford-sama had caused.

From Skyford-sama, I heard a small, solitary whisper.

“…God of Haira, allow me to make effective use of my cursed blood.”

(Ah… that is…)

The truth about Skyford-sama that I had never been able to hear until the end—does it have something to do with the God of Haira?

The more I think about it, the less I understand.

And apparently, from then until the end of the reception, a wrinkle remained etched between my brows.