81 And those who suffer take their hands.

Marianne Edwards.

It's rarely called now… it's my name.

There used to be someone who would call my name.

"Maria" and the only one who called me, my dear.

I will be sixteen this year. After my birthday I will soon be married to the Count of my neighbor.

I haven't even met the other person yet. However, I heard that the one above me, twenty, had already lost his wife once. My father didn't tell me why, but only bad rumors got to my ears a lot from inside the house.

Overwork, violence, mistreatment of my real wife... all I could do was ask and my hair was fine, but one day they stopped feeling anything.

Anyway, it's a life that I didn't need to have.

Two excellent sisters have decided to marry an already famous family.

My father and mother were content with it, and I have heard all the compliments of my sister since I was a young child.

It wasn't until I was nine that I was weak. Since then, I have learned and cultivated just like my sister.... It just didn't get to the value Father wanted. Everything started later than my sister, everything was too late for me. My body was still weak as it was, and I was driven to a corner room in the name of healing. I cried all the time in the beginning, but I also gave up quickly. I must have been born as a tool to get married, if I cut it off.

"... Jill.

Look out the window and squeal the name of your loved one.

Someone who showed me the most beautiful scenery in the world then.

The one who gave me the "next" when it was everyday that day went by.

To me, the first person to fall in love... who gave me love.

Four years ago, he revealed his special abilities, and he hasn't shown up since he promised to pick me up.

It was only routine for my father to keep looking out the window so that I could tell whenever he came back, even after he increased his security around my room so that he wouldn't run away from his wedding partner.

The trail behind our mansion. I still remember him well the day I first met him.

... you can forget about me. Still, at least please, if he's happy for me... so.

"No, no, it's an honor. Rumor has it that the famous Chancellor will visit.

I can hear your father from the top of the room. I guess you're in a good mood. The fact that you're using that corner of the room must mean you're a pretty good customer.

"If there are rumors of the Chancellor, I have heard them from the conversation between servants and sisters. Because of his age, the former Prime Minister withdrew himself from the throne. Rumor has it that it is the special abilities man who has only been working in the castle for a year now who has taken over that assignment. Genius with brains far outstripping the other candidates. He said there was already a great deal of trust in the castle and a glance at the current queen and the next king's mate.

"Yeah, definitely. As long as you and I are happy to socialize with the Chancellor. Don't say socialize, make sure you get engaged. Annie, the eldest daughter, or Mary, the second daughter, if she is the age of the Chancellor..."

Annie, both your sister and your sister Mary already have a better fiancée than I do. But turning down that engagement. But marrying a prime minister with considerable power and connections to royalty in the country is something worth it, I guess.

"⁉āsa... three women...? Do you mean Marianne? No, I'm sure you do, but the Chancellor would love to..."

Suddenly, I couldn't help but look up at the ceiling when I heard my name. Why did the Chancellor tell you about me? My name never came out of the house until it was hidden, and it was rarely made public.

In the meantime, the noisy footsteps echoed with Father's voice, "Are you going to wait a little while?" The door opened with momentum as it was, and Father jumped in with several servants. The servants hurried in to bring in the luxurious dress, and Father ordered me to "get dressed now," and in the meantime, makeup tools and various objects began to be prepared in front of me.

When I tried to ask for an explanation without knowing why, I heard another footstep from behind my father.

"I don't mind, Sir Edwards.

I doubted my ears as soon as I heard that nostalgic voice.

It was a voice I had never forgotten in four years. Notice that the person came in and stop the servant from trying to get me dressed. My father looked surprised and looked back.

"Besides, she's beautiful even in her clothes.

I couldn't believe the way it looked, and now I doubt my eyes. Tears blurred my vision and I couldn't see him clearly. Still, I don't care about beautiful light water colored hair and its face...

"I will definitely pick you up...! Before you turn sixteen, be sure.

Reminds me vividly of his words four years ago, which I have repeatedly recalled.

He said. When you pick me up, sure.

"With this special ability, I will make sure it becomes the upper level of the castle.... and Maria. I'll pick you up.

I didn't think I could... He said it was impossible in just four years. Even if I could work in a castle, I can't believe it would be the upper echelons. But I was so happy that his feelings, the words, made me want to cry then.

He smiled calmly, lined up dignified beside his father, the Count, and gracefully thanked me.

"I'll see you first, Lord Marianne Edwards. I am the Prime Minister of this country. My name is Gilbert Butler.... Please, call me Jill.

The cleavage eyes I remember gently capture me.

Really, he picked me up… even though it's only been four years since then.

I wonder how hard it took me to do that.

All this time, you never forgot about me. That's all I'm so, so happy about.

"Sorry for the sudden. But if you don't mind, you can get engaged to me. … I will make you happy.

I couldn't stop crying in my hand when I said that and I was reached out. My lips were trembling and my throat was squirming small as I made a desperate laugh.

Still. I replied with a voice plundered with tears as I responded to him.

"... with Marianne Edwards... my name is... eh.... Maria and... please call me.... Happy to... accept... I will................................. Jill...

I took his hand with a trembling hand. To that temperature that gently wrapped me back, to that feeling.

I really thought it was okay for the world to end like this.

And here's what I thought.

I was born only to meet this man.