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Chapter 02
“Th-this… what is this…?”
Chrono Delta Fabinue looked back and forth between the man and the dress, completely stunned. His jaw tightened.
Grabbing Rosetta’s shoulder, Count Fabinue whispered quickly,
“Accept it.”
“But…”
“But what? Do you even realize how great the Iglesia family is?!”
It was widely known that the wealth of the Iglesia family was powerful enough to build—or destroy—a nation.
The newspapers reported on them every day, and people even joked that there was no business in the empire untouched by Iglesia’s money.
If they became in-laws with such a family, the rise of the Fabinue house would be guaranteed.
The count, clearly excited, pressured his daughter.
“Accept it. Quickly!”
“Ugh…”
Her shoulder hurt from his grip, but Rosetta couldn’t answer right away.
Sol Rike Iglesia.
She knew better than anyone that he was the most desirable groom in the empire—and the most dangerous.
If she accepted his proposal, the entire country would focus on her.
And that would ruin her plan to live quietly from the very beginning.
“If I become his wife, I’ll definitely attract attention… and then I won’t be able to avoid the Judges.”
There were usually three signs that made someone suspected as a possessor.
First, suddenly losing their memory and confusing those around them.
Second, someone with no business experience suddenly succeeding in every venture.
Third, revealing knowledge that didn’t exist in this world.
Rosetta didn’t fit any of these.
Even so, she had always lived carefully and quietly.
Because, since childhood, she sometimes saw visions.
They only showed fragments of the future—but such an ability was something only a possessor should have.
She had always been Rosetta Fabinue.
She had never suddenly gained knowledge from another world, nor lost time, nor achieved things she didn’t remember doing.
So, to avoid suspicion, she had no choice but to live cautiously.
That was why she had even prepared herself to marry an old noble.
If she became a widow early, she could live the rest of her life in peace.
There was also the option of fleeing the country—but that required inspection by the Judges.
Many possessors had tried to escape that way.
“Rosetta…!”
“That’s enough.”
Sol Rike’s aide stopped the count, who kept pressuring his daughter.
The count frowned.
“How dare a mere aide—!”
“Count.”
Sol Rike stepped closer and looked down at him with a smile.
“Watch your behavior. I just proposed to your daughter.”
“….”
“So, what does our bride think?”
Still smiling, he looked at Rosetta.
But unlike his expression, his blue-gray eyes were cold.
Rosetta bit her lip.
“What do I think?”
Of course, the answer was no.
Marry him? That was impossible.
“How could I dare marry someone like him?”
She wouldn’t be able to live quietly.
And unlike her, he deserved someone perfect.
Someone better than her.
“Rosetta!”
The count glared at her, sensing she might refuse.
“We can’t lose this chance!”
A fortune had fallen into their hands—no, a whole diamond mine.
“Accept it! If you do, I’ll grant your wish!”
“…Really?”
“Yes!”
He meant his promise—to move her mother’s coffin to the family cemetery.
But even then, Rosetta shook her head.
“Swear it on the family name.”
“What?”
A vow on the family name could not be taken back—not even by the head of the family.
The count glared at her, but Rosetta didn’t back down.
She looked straight into his eyes.
“Swear it.”
“…Tch!”
He couldn’t get angry, not with Sol Rike watching.
Finally, the count nodded.
“Fine. I swear on the name of Fabinue.”
“Father! That’s—!”
“Be quiet, Julieta!”
Julieta clenched her fists.
Her eyes moved between Rosetta, Sol Rike, and the pink dress.
“This isn’t right.”
This wasn’t what she wanted.
The one walking down the aisle with everyone’s blessings…
…should have been her, not Rosetta.
The main character of a wedding everyone envied—
That should have been her.
Even if it was for the family’s glory, Rosetta should not shine more than her.
“This isn’t why I exposed him!”
She had reported Diego, thinking the wedding would be canceled.
He couldn’t really be a possessor—he would be released soon.
It would only humiliate Rosetta.
That had been her plan.
But now—
As Julieta glared at her, Rosetta stepped toward Sol Rike.
“Have you decided?”
His sharp eyes watched her.
Rosetta nodded.
“I don’t know why he chose me now… but I need to get through this first.”
She held out her hand.
“I’ll do it. The marriage.”
Sol Rike took her hand and smiled smoothly.
“First, let’s change your wedding dress.”
And just like that, with the groom changed, Rosetta Fabinue walked down the aisle wearing Angriage’s Mary Rose dress.
“Bride and groom, please face each other.”
The blue-gray eyes in front of her curved slightly in a smile.
A ring was placed on her slender finger.
It fit perfectly—set with gray spinel and a top-grade pink diamond.
“Even the dress fit perfectly…”
How did he know?
When the officiant told them to kiss, Rosetta couldn’t close her eyes.
His face, glowing under the bright lights, came closer.
Her mouth went dry.
As he leaned down, Sol Rike murmured softly,
“Close your eyes.”
Only then did she shut them.
A warm, soft touch landed on her lips.
“This concludes the marriage vows!”
—Waaaah!
Applause, fireworks, and music filled the hall.
At that moment, it hit her.
“I really… got married.”
Sol Rike Iglesia.
A man kind to everyone, yet cold to everyone.
“I became his wife.”
He was her first love.
It happened when she was seven.
Rosetta woke up in a dark place and saw a boy.
“Hello?”
Like her, his hands and feet were tied.
“I’m Rosetta. What’s your name?”
“….”
“How old are you? Why are you here?”
Even in that strange place, Rosetta admired him.
“You’re really pretty.”
His clear skin and glass-like eyes were beautiful.
But especially his hair—it looked like sunlight spun into fine threads.
“Did those people bring you here too?”
“Be quiet.”
“…Huh?”
“Listen.”
The boy tilted his head, listening to something.
Rosetta listened too.
Then she began to hear voices she hadn’t noticed before.
“They should’ve brought the blond one!”
“He’s the real heir!”
“So what? His father said to handle it ourselves! This is a waste!”
Rosetta quickly understood.
“So my father abandoned me.”
She met the boy’s eyes and shrugged.
“My father probably doesn’t even know I’m seven. But I can write his name.”
“….”
“Marie said I’m amazing because I can write my father’s name.”
She smiled brightly as she spoke.
The boy looked at her strangely, then said,
“Sol.”
“Hm?”
“…My name.”
Rosetta smiled widely.
“Wow, even your name is beautiful.”
