"I heard you have debt? How does your husband make such a fortune?"
Winter, who overheard this, spoke in an uncharacteristic manner.
"She owes me that debt, so stop talking and get the hell out of there."
"You owe your husband?"
As people were confused, Violet said as if there was nothing else to do.
"So to speak Her parents borrowed a lot of money from her husband."
"Oh my God!"
Then they understood. At the same time...
Everyone's stomach went numb when they heard that such a scary man had come to collect their debt.
Violet sighed and pushed the villagers away.
"Don't stay here like this, go. Everyone has to work."
No matter how they looked at it, the villagers wanted to save Violet, who was threatened, but they were all weak citizens who made a living as a pastime for the Yefimchuk family, so they could not attack Winter. All they could think about was whether they should call the sailors.
Winter became irritated when his lucky time with his wife was interrupted. But when he thought about it a little more, it seemed like there would be no good thing in showing off to the people In her wife's neighborhood.
He belatedly smiled artificially at people who were wary of him. Then he spoke to a woman wearing an apron with a scarlet flower pattern.
"Looking at that apron, it looks like you run a fruit shop."
"Yes, that's right...."
"Can I buy all the fruit in the store with this amount?"
When Winter took out all the Rachne bills from his wallet and held them out, Anise, the fruit seller, was surprised and took the bills.
"With this, I can buy all the new fruits that arrive next Tuesday!"
"You can take care of that, take out all the fruit today and have a party."
"Ahh!"
Anise's eyes widened. When Anise, who had been having trouble making a living these days, looked at Violet with a desperate look asking what she should do, she remembered Winter's actions of solving everything for her with money, and she sighed and motioned for her to go.
Anise was excited and hurriedly motioned to the people.
"Eat fruit, fruit! The peaches are amazing today!"
"Peach!"
"Violet, come quickly to the village hall."
People ran out excitedly.
Winter shook his shoulders and smiled as he watched people leave, then looked back at Violet and said.
"Village hall?"
As he looked back, he could feel the strong muscles of his back even through his shirt. Violet said, inadvertently turning her gaze from his waistline to the door.
"The people of Chiron usually gather at the village hall whenever they have time. This is unimaginable in Individualistic Rockround."
Winter made an amused expression.
Violet, who often thought of Winter these days, was amazed at his calmness as if nothing had happened between them and at the same time felt relieved.
***
Winter opened his mouth as he got into the carriage to return to the hotel.
"Stop."
The carriage stopped. He was looking out the window at the front of the village hall. Winter rested his chin and searched for Violet with his gaze. The village children held her hands and dragged her around, wearing shabby clothes. She was giggling and laughing, taking out a lot of fruit and sharing it with everyone as if they were having a picnic.
"It's funny."
People liked Violet, but the only people who could treat her without hesitation were children, and even people over the age of twelve felt uncomfortable with her.
In fact, even Winter, who had all the good things, found it difficult to stand in front of Violet. To those who grew up differently from start to finish, Violet would be an alien being. Nevertheless, it was also true that he had never seen Violet smile so happily in all the three years they lived together.
In that scene, if he were to leave his wife at home while trying to get her, it would be appropriate, but he didn't think she would be happy. He was convinced that he would be satisfied only if he gave her the best things. However, she found happiness in people rather than material things.
He only found out when she was far away.
Therefore, Winter knew that he could never be a good man for her. He was already centered on material things, and he began to feel like everyone else in the world was just a pebble on the road.
Violet didn't seem to care that he was a stranger here, but she would stop for a moment and look at the people who were living without hesitation.
After meeting her once, he couldn't stand it. Winter began to turn his head, wanting to be by her side.
After about three months, he thought of a way to stay together just for that long.
***
After winter, fruit prices had soared. Everyone was excited and ate fruit to replenish their nutrients, then alcohol appeared and grilled fish, a common but good side dish in Chiron, was also served.
Violet arrived home near 10 p.m. after eating to her heart's content at a fun party and stopped. She thought she would see Winter again eventually, but she didn't know it would be today. He was sitting against the door, turning his head to the right, resting his head, and falling asleep.
The wooden board that the children had broken while playing had been replaced, and the peeling paint had been reapplied, so the scratches on the wall had disappeared. Judging by the light pink paint on his shirt, he must have been bored with waiting and went to work.
He was a man who was very good at many things, but Violet didn't want him to be here right now.
Violet called out to Winter with a stern expression.
"Winter, why are you still here?"
Winter slowly opened his eyes at the sound of her voice. He then straightened his head and looked at Violet.
"You're late."
"Why are you here?"
When Violet asked with a clear expression of displeasure, Winter answered calmly.
"Hayel told me to stop working and meet you to rest."
"Yeah."
"I'm a good listener again."
It wasn't really a lie. When he returned to the hotel, he found that Anjali, who had been contemplating the whole time, had become very friendly to him, and Hayel seemed relieved. Hayel said, Haha, with an evil smile, and said, 'You should go see the Little Madame.'
He pushed Winter's back.
Violet said, her voice still sharp.
"Get out of the way, I want to rest."
Winter stood up without a word. And he walked towards Violet. Violet walked to the door, avoiding his outstretched hand.
Winter felt that his mental strength that he had barely managed to attach to her actions was cracking. He turned and looked at Violet's back as she opened the door with the key. Then, without warning, Violet turned around and his heart skipped a beat.
Violet opened her mouth.
"Now that I think about it, it's a good thing you're here. Since we met, I have wanted to receive divorce papers. I'll take care of it while you're here."
"..."
"We don't think of anyone as a couple anymore. Because of this, neither you nor I can meet other people. But why on earth do you want to stay married?"
There was no reason why Winter should not get divorced.
He had never thought of anyone other than his wife as the person to whom he would hand over his inheritance. So he can't get a divorce. Ne knew before she left that his ways were wrong. But other than this he knew nothing.
This was the best he knew and the best he could do for her. A Princess must have a kingdom. So he had to give her the kingdom he had created for himself.
Since long ago, wills had been written so that everything would go to his wife, so now all he had to do was find a way to die.
Winter opened his mouth heavily.
"I will do it. In three months."
"Three months later?"
"Yes. Three months."
It seemed like it would take three months until he found a way to die. So he decided. Three months. About 100 days.
"I'll do whatever you want then. So Just hold on for a while."
"Are you lonely? Do you even need a place to sleep?"
Violet's cold words poured into Winter's heart like thousands of needles. He blinked slowly as if stretching out time and then answered.
"Let's get divorced. Do you know that my assets are one by one? No, do you think your family and my family would accept divorce so easily? We just signed one document without permission?"
Violet looked at him with her mouth tightly closed. Winter spoke with an expressionless face as if all his emotions had cooled and evaporated.
"Did I say something wrong? And if you want to swear, do it. Because it's written all over your face."
That was all Winter thought about all day. He doesn't have the confidence to let go of his anger, and money doesn't work for him.
If he dies, how is that any different from divorce anyway?
Moreover, it was natural that for Violet, a member of the Lawrence family, the pinnacle of conservation, widowhood would be better for her than divorce.
He spoke in a somewhat broken voice.
"Ordinary couples take three months to consider before getting a divorce. That's natural. This period of reflection will actually make our divorce easier. It will be proof that it's not worth trying."
"..."
"Three months. After that, I'll sign as many divorce papers as you want."
If she refused even this, he had no choice but to just leave tonight. He will go to Alika, the home of the Kanik clan, whether they kick him out as a mixed-race person or not. And he will try countless times to find a way to die.
When he thought that, Violet opened her mouth.
"There are conditions."
"Condition?"
Seeing the conditions come out, it seemed like the story was going well, so the corners of Winter's mouth, which had been dark the whole time, slightly lifted up. Violet said as she opened the doоr.
"Don't give me money. I don't want to receive items equivalent to money. Because that's how you try to solve all your problems."
"You'll sell it all again and give it back, that's right. I accept those conditions."
Winter answered, quietly following her in. Fortunately, Violet didn't say anything, as if she had opened the door with that in mind.
"If I just meet those conditions, will I have three months to consider?"
"No. This is the beginning. I write a contract with more conditions attached to each one."
"You're so picky because you're worried that someone might not be a Princess."
"Don't call me Princess."
"That's not allowed. It's a nickname."
"It's a position. I'm telling you not to call me because I'm not anymore."
"It's inevitable that it sticks to my mouth and sticks out."
Violet, who had been silent for a moment, found it difficult to speak on her own and asked.
"Would you like me to call you the heir of the Blooming family?"
"I am not the heir."
"That's right."
"..."
Winter was speechless.
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