Luca could not forget that day.

The moment he first encountered Prodia.

At first, he just thought she was pretty.

Her black hair like the night sky, and contrasting white skin.

Sharp eyes and a cold expression. Tall and thin physique.

There was not a single aspect that was not to his taste.

From her appearance, she seemed like a noble lady, yet strangely modest.

To put such a plain colorless outfit on such a pretty face.

‘Ha… even that is exactly my taste. It makes my heart flutter.’

The noble ladies who came to the temple usually showed off their splendid adornments.

Every time Luca saw that, he frowned.

‘In a place to pray, really?’

Do they lack confidence that much? That they have to cover up with clothing?

But Prodia was different.

Even under her modest dress, she shone by herself.

So he asked.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

Usually, everyone agreed to go out with him when he asked like this.

But she continued to push Luca away.

What? Is she not interested in me?

‘That can’t be the case.’

He already knew his face was an incredible weapon.

Then he realized the reason.

Her eyes were looking at something far away and unknown.

He could not know what was beyond, but this much was certain.

She was someone entirely different from him.

Because Luca had no clear goal in life.

Although he claimed to hate the temple, he did not know how to live if he left.

Moreover, he was claiming to be the main character, but honestly, he was unsure.

Maybe Papier was the real one.

So Luca’s mind was always in turmoil.

But Prodia was different. He could tell just by looking at her eyes.

That gaze.

Chasing what she aimed for, she didn’t even have the leisure to look at other things.

He felt strength in that appearance.

Then Prodia’s small frame began to feel impossibly big.

Perhaps that was why. That he had fallen for her.

It was an inevitable event.

(This is a time separator.)

At Luca’s words, Prodia doubted her ears.

Marrying?

So, come into our house as a soninlaw.

Skipping the intermediate stage in dating, now marriage?

Prodia stared down at Luca, who was kneeling at her feet.

He was wobbling again, holding her hand.

“Marry me, huh? I’ll take care of you like a complete doormat.”

No, I don’t need such a doormat.

She asked.

“Can I ask how the word ‘marriage’ can come out in this context?”

“I, actually… fell in love with you at first sight.”

“What?”

“But how can you go to the marital competition? That’s like saying you’ll marry another woman.”

Fell in love at first sight?

‘That day, the time I was with you was less than an hour.’

What’s wrong with this kid?

Then she suddenly felt a presence behind her.

The two turned around at the same time.

“What, marriage?”

Irtis, with his eyes wide open, had approached unnoticed.

“You must have been hit less earlier. Looking at you spouting this nonsense.”

But Luca looked like he didn’t understand.

“Why, do you like Prodia too?”

At that, Irtis paused.

“……What?”

“If not, what’s it to you if I ask Prodia on a date, or propose?”

“What nonsense. I can’t stand you bothering my contractor.”

“Hmm, is that really all?”

Then Prodia’s voice came from behind.

“Stop it, both of you. And Luca? I refuse your proposal.”

At that, Luca smiled and asked.

“So, shall we go on a date first, sister?”

“I refuse everything. And you keep calling me sister, how old are you?”

Then Luca whispered quietly into her ear.

“If you’re pretty, you’re a sister.”

This crazy guy.

It’s even tiring to curse.

Prodia glared at Luca with a murderous look.

But Luca smiled at even that.

“Sister, even your glare is pretty.”

“Don’t call me sister.”
“Then marry me so I can call you honey.”

“Shut up.”

“How’s it pretty even when you curse?”

What should I really do with that? Should I kill her?

Meanwhile, Irtis was blankly staring at the conversation between the two.

The answer to Luca’s earlier question was clear.

Do I like Prodia? Absolutely not.

But somehow, looking at those two flirting right before my eyes is driving me crazy.

I want to pluck out those red eyes immediately.

‘Why am I like this?’

He had never felt this way before, a feeling he couldn’t even understand himself.

Meanwhile, Prodia and Luca were still quarreling.

“If you call me sister one more time, I’ll kick you out right away.”

“Haven’t we already signed the contract with the deputy manager? So how can you kick me out?”

At those words, Prodia scowled.

Luca added, smiling,

“You’ll be punished by heaven if you break a promise before God.”

“You know well. I have to make you participate in the Booma tournament to fulfill the contract with the deputy manager.”

“That’s true. But if I become a married man before that, even the deputy manager can’t do anything about it.”

Finally, Prodia couldn’t hold back and yelled.

“How many times do I have to say it for you to understand? I have no intention of marrying you!”

At that, Luca stopped dead.

His eyes looked momentarily sad, but he soon grinned.