There Are Many Possessors in This Romance Fantasy

0. Breakup

Froden thought. He thought that his fiancée might be sick. Otherwise, people cannot change so suddenly. Apparently, until last month, she was building her love gradually, sending her gifts and letters as a normal fiancé.

When she heard the news that she collapsed last week with the fever boiling over her body, she hurriedly contacted the temple and sent her potion by air. And since her body is getting better, it was yesterday that she was informed that she would visit her once in return for the potion.

In both handwriting and style, it must have been a letter from her fiancé, the young lady of the count family. The one who brought her letter was also a vassal of the count’s family, and it was a familiar face she had always seen.

But why did the young lady suddenly change like this?

“Young master. I know it’s sudden. However, I realized after being sick last week. The main character of my life is not someone who decides or stands by me, but myself.”

I know that Young lady has higher self-esteem than I thought and is a smart person. It was because her intellectual level went beyond that of ordinary young ladies and reached the level of a scholar.

Froden himself, who has a scholar’s degree, admitted it.

However, no matter how smart and self-esteemed she was, she was well aware of her place. Although it was an arranged marriage, she was not foolish.

She was a woman who knew how to share each other’s hearts little by little and build up affection to make an effort to create a flat family even after marriage. Although she fell in love with her because of her good looks, she fell in love with her more than anything else and promised to marry her.

To think that such a woman suddenly filed for her divorce.

The young lady in front of her own eyes must be fake or still sick. Or maybe she’s cursed and she’s saying something she doesn’t mean.

“I want to marry the person I love, not the person someone else has arranged for me to marry. Young master is an undeservedly good person to me, but he is not someone I love.”

“Young lady, it seems that you are still not feeling well. I guess I allowed the visit.”

“No. My body and mind are fine. Young master. I am serious.”

The young lady’s eyes were more serious than ever. No matter what you say in this spot, it seems that the words you can hear are no different from Dodol.

“Young lady. I respect Young lady’s opinion. But I can’t hear this opinion right now. Even if the young lady wants to break off the marriage, marriage is an important family matter. You can’t decide that in a place like this.”

She spoke politely so as not to offend the young lady. Her now her own fiancée, anyway, wasn’t the girl she’d been seeing. Then, first of all, I had to carefully return it and figure out the context.

“They say this in…”

“Yes? What did you say?”

“No, nothing.”

It was clear that he was still in a bad condition, judging from the fact that he was muttering to himself.

-Jangrang

Froden rang her bell on her table and got up from her seat to adjust her dress. Her bell rang and immediately there was a knock.

“This is Hadoon, the butler. I will open the door.”

“Yes.”

The well-oiled door opened gently and a well-dressed man appeared. He was an impressive man with a straight posture and an expressionless face.

“Ha Doon. They say that the young lady is dying. To see you well.”

“Okay. Is the young master going to meet you too?”

After answering with her head lowered, Hadoon stood in front of her young lady. To put it nicely, she said she was an attendant, but in fact she was more like a celebrant.

“I only came to say this today, so excuse me. Young master. I want you to think carefully about what I said.”

It was so strange to see her persistently clinging to the end even on her way. Froden watched her escort Hadun as if she had become a different person, then followed her.

‘What the hell is this?’

I watched her as she rode out of her front door, accompanied by her vassals and her maids, and got into her carriage. She has a mountain of things she wants to ask. Froden exercised her patience, squeezed her in, and smiled.

“Young Ae, it was so nice to meet you today. It’s a pity that your body hasn’t improved yet. Next time, I will schedule a date so that I can visit.”

He took her gloved hand, held it up softly, and kissed the back of her hand. I felt the young lady’s hand tremble for a moment. Froden pretended not to know and bid her farewell.

“…I will write a letter.”

“Yes, gladly. I’ll wait.”

The window of the carriage was closed, and a faint voice commanded us to leave. The coachman bowed her head to Froden and started her carriage. As the white carriage with the seal of the count’s family and the knights escorting it left, her Froden’s face hardened.

Ha-doon, who was looking at it, took a seat next to him without asking. The fact that she dared to show such an expression meant that she had an important task for her to do.

“Hadoon.”

As expected. Froden called to him, continuing to stare at her carriage as it moved away from her head.

“Please tell me.”

The quick-witted butler hung his head and waited until Froden’s name fell.

“Gather all the information about the young lady. Everything from two weeks ago to the latest news. Regardless of whether it’s a rumor or something, it’s all. Keep bringing updated information.”

“I will move the information corps. We will also deliver it to the people in the county’s estate and dispatch additional people.”

Hadun heard the answer before Froden looked away. Faced with those eyes filled with unknown emotions, Hadoon lowered his head once more and left the seat.

“I don’t know what the hell happened to you, but I’ll bring back the old bright you.”

After talking to himself as if he had promised himself, he turned around and headed for his office.

Her first priority is to check her letters from her. She needed to know when she changed.