I Married the Strongest Magician - Chapter 7

I was wrapped in Lord Rolodroa’s strong, broad chest.

Wh—why?

But… it was perfect for hiding my tears, so I couldn’t push him away.

I didn’t want him to know I was crying. That was supposed to be all.

And yet…His arms were warm, and they taught me a kind of human warmth I had never known before.

After a little while, I finally spoke.

“Um…why are you holding me…? ”

“Because you look like you’re about to cry.”

His tone was as if saying, “You really can’t figure that out yourself?”

…And I remembered I still kind of hate him.

“I-I’m fine now. A-And besides! I wasn’t crying!”

I tried as hard as I could to act tough…though my eyes were probably red.

“I see. If you say so, then it must be true.”

He released me and didn’t press the matter any further.

I felt… miserable.

I used to be the flower of high society. They even called me a jewel of this kingdom.

I was the next head of the Reizaria family.

But now…

Everything had changed.

So suddenly, so easily…

I couldn’t forgive them.

My father and mother, who looked down on me.

My younger sister, who pushed me into a corner.

That Lysaria family…

“…Rie.
Cherie

I’ll teach you. Why don’t we cook together?”

“Y-Yes. That sounds fine.”

If I could…I wanted revenge on that family.

But…right now, I had no power to do that.

Lord Rolodroa was just a vice-captain of the Mage Corps. Back then, I truly believed that’s all he was.

I had no way of knowing…

…That if he wished, he could wipe out an entire nation with ease.

Of course I didn’t know.

A hawk with real talent hides its claws.