I ended up marrying Bert hyung, the one I’d had a one-sided love for since childhood.
And yet, I was not the least bit happy. Because the moment the wedding ceremony ended, I would be exiled somewhere far away.
That was my father and Bert hyung’s plan.
“But hyung — why did you decide to marry me?”
“Your father said he’d leave me his inheritance.”
“…What?”
“He promised to leave me everything if I married you.”
“From what I hear, you wanted this marriage too, so there’s no problem, is there?”
I said nothing to hyung as he spoke those cold words. Hyung couldn’t feel emotions. It would have been a waste of effort.
Bert hyung, who had been cursed from the moment of his birth, knows neither sorrow nor joy — nor love.
So instead of getting angry at him, I chose a different method.
In the middle of the wedding ceremony — at the very moment hyung would think everything was proceeding without a hitch.
I would go ahead and die.
Not actually die. I would use magic to enter another person’s body and live a new life.
And so, the body that had been walking down the aisle collapsed, and I was reborn.
“You are not dead.”
But hyung denied my death.
“If this body is just going to be burned anyway, it won’t matter if I take it.”
At my own funeral, Bert hyung said those words — and then walked out carrying my corpse.
After I died, hyung became strange.
“You’ve truly lost your mind, my lord…. And now you’re claiming to be Lord Rowell? You could at least be consistent. I honestly don’t know which way to turn anymore.”
When I finally let out a laugh of disbelief and said as much, Bert hyung’s face went cold and rigid.
And the hand gripping my shoulder tightened its hold. I frowned and pried it off, stepping back — and hyung pulled his head back slightly before opening his mouth.
“So… you’re going to keep this up.”
A cold fury flickered in Bert hyung’s eyes as the force behind them sharpened.
A chill ran through me despite myself, but I braced my body so as not to waver.
Bert hyung growled, his voice dropping low.
“Then let’s see how this plays out. I will make you admit it yourself — without fail.”