149 Escape, No Move? 5 (2/2)

As expected, I realized in the end that I would not have made this decision on any favorable terms with anyone who didn't like me at all. Had that been the case, he would have resisted even more desperately and resolutely.

But even with the play, I'm actually only a little happy to have a special relationship with this person...

I mean, he's not a bad person. Besides, my face is in the middle of my taste. And the contents are mostly charlatans, but for some reason, I'm a fun person to talk to and stay with.

Honestly, I was supposed to be a shame to be a charlatan, but it's a fact that I've been getting weird favorites lately...

Oh, no, but...

Of course, things are in order.

That's why I still wonder about this.

Exactly. But in the end...

Nice to meet you, my wife.

That's what General Super Handsome smiles at. This is my husband.

”Ah... yes... I'll do my best... don't die anyway”

My false ”husband” smile is dazzling and dazzling. ”Wife” is an unidentified alien who clearly does not deserve it.

But here, a new couple was born after sunshine. Oh, really?

”Congratulations, both of you. No, I'm glad to be a witness to your marriage, fufufu.”

Oh, yeah, Arigato Gozaimus. Yokata Dessne.

I can't think anymore. If you think too much, you'll be stressed out and bald. Let's stop.

Well, see, now I can just stick to this general and break the death flag.

I'm sure I can. I don't want to think about it anymore if I don't make it this far.

I want to avoid things like getting married with no relationship and being a widow at the end of the sentence without even having a deep boyfriend.

Let's get a little desperate. No, not a bit. Not on top of it.

Good luck with my peaceful future. Until the day I get a divorce...

It's late autumn now. Hopefully, he will be acquitted next spring. It's okay, I'll try to get through it in about six months. I'm sure I can...

When I left the church with my soul pulled out, there was a splendid and luxurious carriage parked there with a fine family crest.

And when I looked at it vaguely and said, ”Wow, it's gorgeous,” my newly married husband (tentatively) reached out to me in front of the carriage door.

Yes?

”Please, my wife. It's my carriage. Go to the military headquarters as it is. I made arrangements before we crossed the border.”

Yes?