I Was Deemed a Worthless Saint Without a Level-Up Blessing and Was Sent Off to Marry a Neighboring Country, but It Turns Out My Blessing Was Actually Level Cap Removal - Episode 3

Of course. Ferulina, who just returned from the subjugation, is in a filthy state, having not even washed up or changed her clothes.

To appear before the second prince of the neighboring country in such an outfit is, under normal circumstances, unthinkable.

As if to soothe the silent Alvent, who had furrowed his sharp features, Cleves opened his mouth.

“Your Highness Alvent. The one over there is the saint you requested. Normally, we would have her in formal attire before handing her over, but… didn’t you say you wanted to acquire her quickly? More than anything, I thought that seeing her return from a subjugation mission would make it clear at a glance that she is accustomed to such tasks. What do you think? Isn’t she the saint you desired?”

“I heard that you couldn’t be introduced right away… Were you out on a mission?”

In response to Cleves’ mocking voice, Alvent asks in a low voice while keeping his gaze on Ferulina. The way he looks at Ferulina is as cold and detached as if observing a product.

“As expected, we can’t let anyone leave in the middle of the subjugation. So, what do you say? You’re in a hurry, aren’t you? We don’t mind if you take him back to the Gobules Kingdom as is. My father has already given his consent.”

At Cleves’ voice, my father nods repeatedly like a broken doll. He must be overwhelmed by the hard atmosphere surrounding Alvent.

Ferulina could only look up at the gray-haired warrior in silence, trembling slightly.

The first time I met the man who would become my husband. No, I shouldn’t think of him as my husband. Even though he is a saint, he is still just the daughter of a baron without any divine protection, while the second prince is of a completely different status. I should think of him as a master I should serve with all my heart.

Except for the eye-catching scar on his left cheek, there is nothing about him that suggests the roughness one might associate with the nickname “The Cursed Gray Bear of Gobules.”

However, we must not let our guard down. There is a strong possibility that they are putting on a facade in front of the crown prince of the neighboring country.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have such a sinister nickname as “The Cursed Gray Bear.”

At Cleves’ words, Alvent let out a small sigh and opened his mouth.

“…Well then, we will take Miss Ferulina off your hands immediately. Robes, the documents.”

Alvent turned around, and only then did Ferulina notice the slender young man standing behind Alvent. The first impression of Alvent was so strong that she hadn’t even noticed the young man’s presence.

The young man called Robes respectfully offers the rolled parchment he was holding to Alvent.

Alvent approached the desk, untied the ribbon that was wrapped around the parchment, and spread out the two overlapping sheets of parchment on the table. Cleves, looking down, let out a wry smile.

“Bringing even the marriage registration form, huh? How thorough. Does this mean you wanted the saint that badly?”

“I want to finish off the monsters by autumn. I want to bring Miss Ferulina back as soon as possible.”

Alvent, who received the pen handed over by Cleves, swiftly signed two pieces of parchment.

As if signing a sales contract with ease.

Next, Cleves and his father, who had been handed back the pen, each signed the parchment.

“Miss Ferulina. In the end, it’s you.”

Ferulina, who had been absentmindedly watching the three sign, jolted and shuddered at the sudden voice of Alvent, who had turned to look back at her.

“Ah… Yes…”

There’s no way Ferulina could refuse to sign here.

Because the contract has already been signed without the person’s knowledge.

I scold my legs that feel like they might give out and walk over to my desk, gripping a pen. Even though I’m eager to sign quickly, my hands tremble and won’t move properly.

“……Is it okay to sign without reading it?”

When I was flustered, a deep voice came from Alvent standing next to me.

“Huh…?”

At the unexpected words, I reflexively looked up at the person next to me, and their black eyes, shining with a quiet light, were looking down at Ferulina.

“You must be surprised and nervous by the suddenness of it all. We can’t annul the marriage, but… if you’re worried, you should read it carefully. It’s nothing different from a regular marriage certificate.”

A low voice, hesitantly woven. The tone is curt, but the concern clearly embedded within it makes Ferulina feel as if her vision is finally clearing.

“Ah, thank you very much…”

Expressing gratitude, I run my eyes over the parchment.

Whether commoners or nobles, when getting married, they must report to the temple. However, writing up a marriage contract and having both the temple and the parties involved keep a copy, as is done by nobles with complicated succession issues and rights matters or by large merchant families, is not common. In the first place, some commoners cannot even read or write.

Of course, Ferulina had never read a marriage certificate before, but at a glance, it didn’t seem to have any particular issues.

Ferulina will become the wife of Alvent, the second prince of the Gobules Kingdom. From now on, Alvent will be responsible for her protection, and both the Klein Kingdom and her father, the baron, will lose the right to intervene in her affairs.

Alvent will treat Ferulina as his legitimate wife and sincerely fulfill his duties as a husband. Ferulina will also sincerely fulfill her duties as a wife to Alvent, and so on.

I felt a slight hesitation at the words that were almost equivalent to severing ties with the Kingdom of Klein, but I convinced myself that perhaps this is what it means to marry into a foreign land.

Even without protection, Ferulina is a saint. It would be better to clarify which country she will belong to for the sake of the future.

At least as far as the text goes, it is neither a sales contract nor a slave contract.

With a small sigh, Ferulina finally signed the two pieces of parchment with her now steady hand.

“For now, this marriage has been completed.”

“Ah, congratulations! I sincerely celebrate Prince Alvent’s marriage. You’ve finally acquired a saint. Make good use of her.”

The one who raised a cheerful voice, almost cutting off Alvent’s calm announcement, was Cleves. Looking at Alvent’s bitter expression and Cleves’ beaming smile, it was hard to tell who the groom really was.

For Cleves, it was only natural that the unblessed saint fetched an unexpectedly high price.

“Hehe, that’s great. It’s wonderful that someone wants you, even though you’re a saint without any blessings. Congratulations. I’ll bless you too. Make sure to work hard in the Gobules Kingdom.”

Emelia smiled, lifting her beautifully painted red lips like a cat toying with a mouse.

The father also spoke in a soft, coaxing voice, following the Crown Prince and Emelia.

“Your Highness Alvent, congratulations! With this, my daughter is yours. From now on, please do as you wish…”

“Miss Ferulina”

“Y-yes!”

Alvent’s voice cut off the baron’s words. Suddenly called by name, Ferulina straightened her back.

“If I leave this room, I probably won’t see my family for a while. Is there anything you want to say?”

Questioned, I suddenly realize.

Only Alvent calls Ferulina by her name instead of “Saint.” It’s as if he truly sees her as a person named Ferulina.

(This person… Maybe they aren’t as scary as they look…)

In the midst of anxiety, I might just be clinging to an illusory hope.

Ferulina had no idea what Alvent’s stern expression was thinking, and she couldn’t predict how she would be treated from now on.

Even so, I’ve already signed it.

“Your Highness, the Crown Prince, Father… Lady Emelia as well… Thank you for all your care over the years.”

I bow politely, employing all the manners of a lady. However, no words beyond that come to mind.

In the end, was my relationship with my father only that much…? Just a little, my chest ached sharply.