“It’s….”
Completely different from the dress of the temple.
The delicate lace decorations, silver floral designs, and the ends of the dress that hadn’t fully come out of the box.
“I can’t take everything out and show you here.”
Decarabia seemed dissatisfied with the situation where he couldn’t perfectly show what Belled had prepared.
But Beril couldn’t take her eyes off the dress.
“There are separate accessories.”
It was truly… a bride’s dress. How would it feel to have a blessed marriage wearing such a dress?
I feel like I’ve thought about this in my first life. At the wedding of another family that lost to the sacred fire of Duke Orobas.
Yes, that’s right.
I could have worn something like this too…. Suddenly, I became interested in a wedding that I had thought nothing of.
As long as Vainka’s identity as a demon wasn’t discovered, my head was filled with a different plan.
Once I saw it, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. The temple would surely oppose, but still.
Like a child who wants to do what they’re told not to, a bad thing even more.
But was this a bad thing?
There was no need to worry. Following the temple’s words, what would I do? Just die.
This time, I didn’t want that. Above all, it was a wedding.
There had been two regressions by chance, but even if regression comes again… I don’t know if I can enjoy the wedding.
Beril slowly opened her mouth.
“I’ll wear this.”
Decarabia nodded his head.
“Yes. I’ll show it to you like that.”
Then he neatly folded the dress into the box.
‘The way to desire.’
Those words suddenly came to mind. If this is also a desire. No, if you want anything, it is desire.
“….”
The conversation stopped after that.
If they were priests, they would have wailed that a fancy wedding dress was not allowed, even making an appeal. But Decarabia quickly accepted it as if you wanted it.
Awkwardly fiddling with her fingers, Beril thought.
Strangely… it feels liberating.
Perhaps it could be a joyous wedding.
I don’t know how the end of the marriage will be, but if I can enjoy now, isn’t it good?
She thought so. Until… she arrived at the wedding venue.
“The wedding venue is quite empty?”
As soon as they arrived at the venue, the demon Nabarus, who claimed to be a knight, spoke.
The demon Ronove, who claimed to be a butler, also seemed to frown.
“Is this what a simple wedding means?”
“The temple decorated it, so it’s natural for such plain decorations.”
Then Ronove gestured. He gestured inexplicably to the other carriages that were following.
“Decorate the venue to suit the Duke’s dignity!”
“Yes, sir!”
The demons who looked more like mercenaries than the Duke’s servants suddenly took out decorations.
It was ominouslooking equipment with a reddish glow.
What… is that?
Beril hesitated.
“Wait.”
Even for a wedding, that decoration is too flashy! At her words, the demons all looked at her at once.
“…Just a little, just decorate a little.”
Shouldn’t it feel strange at the temple? They were demons who did not know the degree anyway.
But soon after, the situation changed.
(This is a time separator.)
A few days later, someone came from the temple in response to Beril’s contact.
It seemed somewhat important that they came in person, fearing Vainka’s domain, rather than just replying by letter.
And then.
“You must consider the commoners.”
The important thing was, unbelievably, that she had to wear the dress prepared by the temple.
“You cannot wear such a glamorous dress.”
Two days before the wedding, the priest said so.
Not ‘You must not wear it’, but ‘You cannot wear it’.
A clear command.
A rebellious spirit suddenly raised its head.
“No, I will wear the dress the Duke has prepared for me.”
“Saint?”
The priest hesitated. It was clear that he was surprised at her uncharacteristic noncompliance.
Even that gave her a strange pleasure, and Beril felt a strange emotion.
Can I get used to this thrill?
The thrill of breaking and going beyond what was forbidden all my life was more electrifying than imagined.
“There’s no point in saying anything. I’ve already made up my mind.”
The priest furrowed his brows, but Beril managed to continue speaking, perhaps due to the pleasure.
“Finding the demon is important, too. It’s not clear which of the three families is the demon family. If the Duke Beleth is not the demon, I have to live with this person for the rest of my life.”
“That is,”
The priest’s expression faltered. That’s when Beril realized.
These people had not even considered that there is life after finding the demon.
To them, the Saint could be made anew, just an expendable existence.
A sneer escaped.
“So this marriage is also an important event for me. So, go away.”
Whatever they said, nothing would change her mind.
Perhaps sensing her determination, the priest hesitated before finally saying,
“……God will watch over you.”
What? My appearance in splendid clothes?
What would he say? Would he bring down punishment?
The priest didn’t see her sneer, bowing his head.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
