19 - My Husband is My Favorite, But I Feel Like I'm Going to Get Divorced
19
“Of course, even if there were no reason, I would unconditionally follow your decision, Princess.”
Especially after hearing the words that followed, my heavy heart felt a little lighter.
“Thank you, Ann.”
Even if it wasn't real faith in me, I can't turn back now.
I turned my head and looked out the window at the moonlit night.
I suddenly wondered what the will of the god who possessed me in this world was.
\ \ \
“Huff!”
The man, who had been kneeling on the floor in the dark, suddenly opened his eyes.
He had tried so hard not to fall asleep, but had he finally lost his mind?
In a short time, his forehead and body were covered in cold sweat.
“Rather… please kill me, please.”
Words that didn't suit his noble face spilled from the man's mouth.
But he couldn't bear it because the hellish scenes that had filled his vision until just now were still lingering before his eyes.
It was a terrible nightmare. No, it's not a nightmare.
I've never told anyone because I thought no one would believe it, but it was definitely…
He bit his lip, clenched his hands again, and closed his eyes.
“Is that really… what you want from me? If I do that, will it really….”
At that moment, click.
The door opened and bright light filled the room.
“High Priest, have you been in the prayer room all this time?”
The priest, Antonio, strode towards the silver-haired man with an angelic appearance.
“You’re going to hurt yourself like this. It's been all-night prayer for days already. No, did you skip a meal again?”
Antonio scolded him as he looked at the untouched food bowl, and Damian staggered to his feet.
Antonio was about to continue nagging, saying that he had no strength because he hadn't eaten, so how could he preside over the prayer meeting, but stopped when he saw Damian's face.
His complexion was lifeless, and his eyes, which felt desolate beyond emptiness, did not seem like the High Priest he knew at all.
Antonio had entered the temple as an orphan with Damian and had been with him since he was a trainee priest, so he could feel the difference more clearly.
A desolate atmosphere emanated from Damian, who had always been unwavering while maintaining a strong faith with an upright character.
'It's like he's seen a mountain of corpses piled up behind him.'
Antonio was surprised by his own feelings and quickly shook his head.
Damian was the youngest person to become a High Priest in the history of the temple, possessing the most immense Divine Power.
He was famous inside and outside the temple as a person who was loved by God for his benevolent character and impeccable conduct while emphasizing principles and rules.
Even now, he was feeling a creepy feeling from Damian, who was praying so diligently.
'I'm the one who needs more prayer.'
Antonio scolded himself and thought so, but he couldn't help but remember that Damian had suddenly woken up in the early morning ten days ago and wandered around the temple like crazy.
Since then, Damian had been holed up in the prayer room, skipping meals and praying day and night.
'Wait. Ten days ago?'
The timing overlapped with when the Imperial Family suddenly declared war.
Unlike the early stages of the war, which began with the extermination of barbarians who were rapidly gaining power and threatening the border, the Empire had become obsessed with expanding its territory at some point.
Even in the war that the Crown Prince is going to fight in this time, the Imperial Army attacked the count's territory of another country first. Even using a trivial incident as an excuse.
Even though it was a temple that advocated fairness and compassion, it could not unconditionally embrace even the invaders who were encroaching on its territory, so it kept its mouth shut at first, but as the situation became like this, it could not help but raise its voice.
However, as a result, the relationship with the Imperial Family, with whom they had been maintaining a friendly relationship, only deteriorated.
In the end, the temple began to hold prayer meetings for the sacrifices and peace of those swept up in the war, even if they could not openly protest, and even now, the outside was full of believers praying for their friends, lovers, and family members who were going to war.
Only then did Antonio realize why he felt a sense of incongruity from Damian.
Damian, the head of the temple, must have felt a heavy sense of responsibility and guilt for not being able to prevent the unnecessary war and for the people who would eventually be sacrificed.
'That's right, unlike ordinary priests who can only use healing power, Damian has received God's revelation or had foresight.'
Antonio, who had never really doubted Damian in the first place, completely dispelled his doubts and said to Damian, who had started praying again in the meantime.
“By the way, High Priest, I have something to tell you.”
“Tell me.”
He answers, but still with his eyes closed.
Antonio, who sighed softly at the sight of him not concentrating very much, continued.
“We have received a request to hold a wedding at the main temple. I was going to refuse because of the current situation, but it's a family that's hard to refuse.”
At that moment, long silver eyelashes fluttered and blue eyes were revealed.
Antonio, who was already excited while speaking, raised his voice even more as Damian seemed to be showing interest.
“Well, do you know who the bride is? It's the Basillian Duchess! Ah, not the niece of Duke Basilian who recently became a Duchess, but that Evgenia!”
“……”
“I thought His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince had finally succumbed to the Duchess's obsession and was hastily holding a wedding before going to war, but it wasn't. And the other party is….”
“Duke Rudion. It must be him.”
“Oh, yes? Y-yes, that's right.”
How did he know? This shocking matter that surprised and turned everyone in the temple upside down as soon as they received the request?
“Set a date soon and let me know, and deliver it to House Basilian.”
“Yes, then the priest who will preside over the ceremony is….”
Antonio continued speaking with a dazed expression, but suddenly Damian's eyes, which had looked empty, lit up.
“I will do it myself.”
\ \ \
I woke up to some welcome news.
The temple had set a date for the wedding and informed us.
The date was much earlier than I had expected, surprising not only my family but even me.
The thing I had vaguely hoped for since the moment I possessed this body was coming true, and the day I would finally see my favorite in person was not far away!
Of course, I should have been overjoyed, but…
'Ugh. I'm busy preparing for the wedding, so how did I end up having to appease this guy?'
I sighed as I looked at Alexis, who was holding a large pillow that didn't suit his size and glaring at me with a sulky face.
Of course, that's just what I'm saying, but in fact, I hardly do any wedding preparations, so I'm quite free.
The temple was in charge of matters related to the ceremony, and House Basilian and Ann were in charge of everything else.
I would occasionally choose my favorite dresses or accessories from the books Ann showed me, and sign documents that looked like settlement reports or something.
Oh, I was worried that I might not know how to read because I didn't have Evgenia's memories, but I realized that I had no problem reading and writing when I saw those documents.
Well, I could speak and hear even though the language was different, so it seems obvious when I think about it now, but I was quite relieved at the time.
My pride wouldn't allow me to have an illiterate bride for my favorite…
“Ugh! I lost, I lost!”
Just then, Alexis, who had been ignoring me for a long time, suddenly shouted.
“You're so cruel! You came to me first, but you have to keep your mouth shut and glare at me like that until I talk to you to feel better?”
“No, I….”
“I get it! I lost!”
No, when did I ever glare at you!
I was just lamenting my situation for a moment and thinking about other things because you came all the way to my room but ignored me.
But this is like a bolt out of the blue.
Wait, is this bastard indirectly insulting me by saying that my eyes are fierce?
But Alexis started arguing with a look of genuine injustice.
“So. Why did you come? What do you have to say now to someone who is worse than a stranger, who doesn't treat me like a younger brother or even tell me stories that cousins tell each other!”
