TCIWTFY - Side Story Chapter 6

Violet's eyes twinkled with mischief as she caught sight of the tips of his ears turning slightly red.

She crept closer and put her face under his chin.

"Oh my goodness, really? You've never done it before? Oh my goodness. What's going on? Prime minister, are you feeling sorry for me?"

“...Step back.”

Sisair pushed Violet away, his hand on her forehead.

"I warned you not to come within three feet of me."

He tried to return to the cool, stern voice of a prime minister and continued speaking firmly.

"Don't get me wrong. Our contract is strictly worded. The moment anyone realizes this marriage is a mess, you and I will both pay the price we promised."

"Oh, I know. So I'm just behaving as you wish."

Violet, who had been waving her hand roughly, added.

"By the way, give me some research funds."

"Are you saying you've already used up all the research funds paid out this quarter? Are you in your right mind?"

Sissair's voice rose an octave.

"Hmph. Do you think great magic can be achieved overnight? This is all an investment and hopes for the future."

Violet placed her hands on her hips proudly and snorted.

"Isn't that why you want to keep a genius wizard like me in Valdina?"

But Sissar didn't even blink an eye.

If he gave everything she wanted, Valdina's treasury would be empty

Wasn't she already a woman with a history of destroying the magic tower?

"Please submit the research fund statement first."

Sissair put on his glasses again.

"Remember, all this support depends on your success with the finished product. If you waste even one penny, you'll lose everything."

"This is fatal, really! If you're going to do this, at least pay me for the kiss I had earlier!"

Violet ran out, grumbling.

Sissair sighed.

He won't catch that burning ball. He'll see her again at the reception hall anyway.

"Hah."

However, under the pretext of swallowing a sigh, Sissair did not realize that he was fiddling with his lips without realizing it.

No, even if he knew, he would have dismissed it as a taste that was bothering him because of the hot sensation that lingered on his lips.

When he returned to the reception hall after leaving the commotion, he was greeted by the mischievous congratulatory speeches of his colleagues.

"I never thought you would be so passionate. When you sat at my desk, you looked like ice cubes, but in front of the bride, you were a very fireball."

Passion, my ass! Instead of answering, he downed the strong rum like water.

Like a mute bearing silent grief, he had to drown this unbearable sorrow in drink, unable to tell anyone.

He was skeptical about the reality of having to mortgage his life and perform a play for this country, but he soon regained his reason coldly.

'It was necessary. Because that woman's ability is real.'

Violet was a genius who specialized in weapon development and mass destruction magic, among fire magic.

The harm that would occur if she escaped the control of the empire and moved to another country was unimaginable.

Valdina could not take such an adventure, so Sissair proposed the most binding force of 'marriage' to her, who was suffering from a lack of research funds and family pressure.

"Sissair. Dad will be able to see your mother clearly now. You have already grown up like this and become the head of the family..."

Seeing his father patting his shoulder in a damp voice, Sissair left his glass bitterly.

The pressure of marriage that Violet received from her family was no different from that of him.

However, there was actually a deeper and more secret reason why Sissair signed this reckless contract.

"I wanted to take a step back in some way."

The memory of the little Princess suddenly flashed by. The back of Medea shines brilliantly. The afterimage of the love that could not be reached.

He wanted to erase all of that.

Maybe he wanted to cover up his precious and painful memories with the innocent and noisy existence of Violet.

"Oh, our baby."

Before he knew it. Violet was approaching, and she put her arms around Sissair's arms and hummed.

"If the groom drinks on the first night, the bride will be upset."

Her breath touched his ears, mixed with the smell of gunpowder, along with the sweet aroma of wine.

'She looks like a poisonous witch.'

Sissair looked down at Violet, who was acting naturally beside him.

A corner of his heart was still cold, but at least with this woman, he had no time to think of the shadows of the past.

Because she was so hot and crazy that she could burn all those feelings away.

Before he knew it, the atmosphere of the reception was heated.

Music played over the beach under the sunset, and the tribesmen danced excitedly.

The sweet honey wine presented by the Count of Kensington warmed up the atmosphere of the banquet hall.

D'Angel approached, rummaging through the parchment paper with a list of wedding gifts written on it.

"Everyone sent a lot. You're very popular."

"What kind of gift are you sending me? These are just tricks to get involved in Valdina's offensive."

"You've arranged to meet with the delegation tomorrow, right? There's no need to rush things. His Majesty isn't that unkind to newlyweds."

"That's enough. Giving them more time will only give the impression that the Empire is weak."

On the continent, Baldina was perceived as being more moderate than Kazen, but that did not mean it was an empire that anyone could approach rashly.

"Even so, I don't know if the bride will agree."

D'Angel snorted.

"Don't end up like me, obsessed with work. Of course, state affairs are important, but you must never neglect your family."

"...Violet agreed. Thankfully, she understood my situation."

Sissair tried to refute D'Angel, but then closed his mouth.

This is because the story of his separation from his wife shortly after their marriage during the previous King's reign came to mind.

As he spoke, D'Angel's face was unusually lonely. Perhaps it was a hint of regret for the irreversible passage of time.

"...Wait."

D'Angel, who was scattering the list, stopped.

"Acares? Isn't that the legendary mercenary of that Facade?"

It was because he discovered an unexpected name.

"Did you have a connection with that mercenary? I heard he retired several years ago, and after he suddenly disappeared, there was no contact at all."

"Yes, he is my friend."

Sissair could now say the name without any hesitation.

"Acares, he was a great man."

Now he could tell that behind the indifferent name, the friendship that Sissair had shared with the mercenary long ago remained unchanged, and that was what he wanted to say.

"Huh. He's alive, huh? How about you tell him the story and bring him to Valdina?"

If it were talent, D'Angel's eyes would shine, and he would whet his appetite. Sissair shook his head.

"Well, he's like a storm; no one can catch him."

And I won't leave him.

Sissair's gaze turned back to the beach.

Violet was already dancing barefoot among the guests.

"Your bride is one of the best magicians in the Magic Tower, but she's really easygoing."

But the sight of them running around barefoot together didn't show even the slightest hint of the arrogant wizard's traits.

'Heh. That woman would do that to anyone.'

Sissair nodded, snorting.

He knew he couldn't take off the mask of a newlywed groom who was still deeply in love with his bride.

"So..."

For a moment, as he took his eyes off her, Sissair stopped talking.

"Ahaha! What is that? This is how it should be done!"

Violet's refreshing smile spread throughout the banquet hall.

The sunset glowed over the deep-cut cheekbones, and the fiery red hair swayed like a piece of the sunset.

The sight of the scenery, which seemed to capture the entirety of a single painting, made Sissair unconsciously hold his breath.

D'Angel looked up, wondering why, and burst out laughing when he saw him blankly staring at the bride.

"You have no choice. Youth is good, after all."

Then D'Angel patted his shoulder.

"No. I just think the flames are too strong over there. I'm afraid there will be a problem."

"I know. I know. I know! Don't worry, I won't misunderstand. I've seen eyes that are in love more than once."

“That’s why I said no...!”

Finally, Sissair lost his temper.

But, he didn't notice that the tip of his ear, as he turned his head, was dyed redder than the sunset.

"Hey, Prime Minister! Are you just going to drink there? Come quickly and dance with me!"

Violet waved her hand and shouted from afar.

Sissair frowned as if he was annoyed, but he was already walking towards her with heavy steps.

"...I want to go through hardships."

Sissair grumbled and took the hand she offered.

At least today, he didn't feel the cold wind of Valdina at all.

Violet's palm, which was grabbing his hand, was so hot that it felt like gunpowder had exploded.

Sissair gave up and walked out into the noisy heat she led him through.

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