I Supported My Fiancé for 10 Years After He Said, 'Let's Get Married When I Succeed,' but When He Finally Did, He Dumped Me. By the Way, I'm a Witch and Turning 30 Next Year!! - Episode 25

I thought this was a losing battle, but then I realized something.

Maybe nothing in this world is truly perfect.

With that thought, I calmed down and decided to continue using Saint Sui’s Silk Foam Soap a little longer.

Later, a letter from Ie arrived through his subordinate.

It said that there was no need for me to attend Saint Sui and Rymer’s engagement party.

It seemed that Ie had also received an invitation.

Apparently, the Holy Church had nothing to do with the engagement party—Rymer and Saint Sui had planned it on their own.

Since the venue was not the Holy Church but a grand hall in the central district, which was usually rented out to nobles, I had wondered why they chose that location.

The Ministry of Holy Affairs had intended to arrange Saint Sui’s marriage to the second son of the Duke of Claiburg.

Perhaps they were trying to push through with the engagement before an official announcement could be made.

Still, I couldn’t believe that Rymer and Saint Sui had arranged everything by themselves.

For one, Rymer didn’t have the status to rent such a grand hall.

That building had been around for a long time, and its owners’ valued tradition and customs.

It wasn’t a place that could be rented just by paying a large sum of money.

It was also unlikely that Saint Sui’s family, the Ernestine Marquis household, had supported them—if they had, the event would have been held at the marquis’s estate instead.

That meant they had a supporter helping them with the engagement and wedding.

The most likely candidate was Rymer’s family.

However, Rymer had a falling-out with his older brother, the heir to the title, three years ago and was banned from returning home.

Rymer’s brother was a strict man.

No matter how prestigious the fiancée was, he wouldn’t suddenly change his stance and support Rymer.

I couldn’t figure it out, so I pushed the thought aside for now.

Ie must have looked into Saint Sui’s Silk Foam Soap and concluded that it would be best if I didn’t attend the engagement party.

Most likely, I was destined to lose this competition.

But running away would be frustrating.

So I decided to go.

I wanted to attend with a strong heart.

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On the Day of the Engagement Party

Before changing clothes, I took a bath.

I used my herbal soap.

I had already ground the Silk Foam Soap into powder to use for laundry.

Herbal soap suited my skin best.

After my bath, I dressed up.

I wore a robe over my dress—the formal attire of an herb witch.

The previous herb witch had made this robe for me, and it was my treasure.

It was deep green velvet, embroidered with vine patterns in gold thread.

It was elegant enough to wear anywhere without shame.

After dressing, I applied makeup and tied my hair.

Since witches did not show their faces at social gatherings, I pulled my hood down low.

Just as I took a deep breath to calm myself before leaving, Merv Maple arrived to see me off.

“Rei, safe travels!”

“Yes, I’ll be going now.”

I waved goodbye to Merv Maple and stepped outside.

A carriage was waiting in front of the pharmacy.

Apparently, Rymer had arranged it.

The coachman handed me a card from him.

It read:

“Don’t run away, you coward!”

How unbelievably rude.

The moment I saw it, I let out a deep sigh.

Why had I wasted ten years of my life on such a pathetic man?

When you fall in love, that person becomes your entire world, and you stop seeing their flaws.

But now that my love for him had completely disappeared, I realized that thinking about him was a waste of time.

It was proof that my world had grown bigger.

I wished Saint Sui would wake up and realize it, too.

If she had to marry someone, the second son of the Duke of Claiburg would be a far more sincere husband.

Well, whatever.

Walking to the venue would be exhausting, so I might as well take advantage of the carriage.

After a fifteen-minute ride, I arrived at a grand building with a dome-shaped roof.

It seemed that Rhymer and Saint Sui had invited a huge number of guests—there was a long line of people waiting outside.

Since I was being treated as a guest of honor, the coachman led me to the back entrance.

As I waited in the lounge, Rymer and Saint Sui arrived.

“You actually showed up,” Rymer said.

“I’m relieved you could attend safely,” Saint Sui added.

Rymer was dressed in the formal attire of a holy knight.

Saint Sui wore a white dress that looked just like a wedding gown.

It felt as if they were about to have a wedding right then and there.

The two of them sat down in front of me and started talking about how happy they had been.

I nodded absentmindedly, thinking about what to serve for lunch tomorrow.

When the conversation paused, I asked something that had been on my mind.

“So, do you two have a supporter?”

“What makes you think that?” Rymer frowned.

“Because this venue isn’t the kind of place you can easily rent.”

Rymer looked like he wanted to deny it, but Saint Sui answered honestly.

“Yes, we do. Our supporter is the former wife of Lord Jern, the second son of the Duke of Claiburg.

She sympathized with me, as I did not wish to marry him.”

Her answer completely caught me off guard.

I was honestly shocked.