The End Of The Special Contract Marriage (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“What on earth is this woman?”
Damian looked up at Aracila standing on the dais, feeling utterly bewildered.
He’d never expected the engagement announcement to be so brazenly unconventional—let alone delivered by Aracila herself instead of him.
He’d naturally assumed they’d order him to do it…
Dressed in a rose-like gown, she beamed with a dazzling smile, proudly showcasing her radiant beauty.
Though undeniably stunning, that wasn’t the only reason the crowd stood utterly spellbound.
“Oddball Mage.”
Damian silently rolled her nickname around in his mouth once more and let out a quiet chuckle.
Aracila, seemingly oblivious to the stunned onlookers, continued speaking her mind without hesitation.
“I’m far too busy—and far too talented a mage—to visit each of you individually, so I’ve chosen to make the announcement this way. Please join me in celebrating the joyous union between House of Duke Vandermir and House of Marquis Hugo. That’s all—I’ll take my leave now.”
Aracila descended from the dais with confident strides, heading straight toward Damian.
“Well? Can’t possibly take this back now, can we?”
She asked with evident pride, and Damian could only let out an awkward laugh.
Indeed, this was an announcement not even House of Duke Vandermir could retract—not when it had come from Aracila herself.
Moreover, House of Marquis Hugo would now insist on the marriage for the sake of their daughter’s honor.
“My lady doesn’t seem to care much about her reputation.”
“Why should I care what others chatter about behind my back?”
“You really live up to the popular image of mages—bold and unpredictable.”
Aracila merely shrugged at his reference to the common societal stereotype of mages.
“If you’re upset because I stole your chance to step forward like a proper gentleman… well, that’s unfortunate.”
Yet her expression clearly conveyed she felt anything but regretful.
“It’s fine. And if I had stepped in, I would’ve done so like a true knight.”
“Oh dear, how embarrassing—to be outdone by a mage!”
“Let’s just say I yielded gracefully.”
Damian placed a hand over his chest, bowed courteously, and walked away.
Pola quickly filled the space he’d left. She grasped her friend’s shoulder, her cheeks slightly flushed.
“Aracila, since when did you prepare such a cheeky announcement?”
“Ever since I decided to get married?”
“Wow, seriously—Aracila Hugo! You never cease to amaze me. Though clearly, I’m not the only one shocked.”
Pola, accustomed to Aracila’s sudden, impulsive acts, simply shrugged again.
Just as she’d said, everyone in the hall was buzzing in utter shock.
The sudden engagement announcement was even more startling given that the couple consisted of an “oddball mage” and an “unyielding knight.”
“Will you catch my bouquet at the wedding?”
Having achieved exactly what she wanted, Aracila asked, indifferent to everyone else’s reactions.
“Of course! That’s always meant for a close friend anyway—and I’ll get married someday too.”
Though her fiancé wasn’t present at the moment, Pola already had one arranged by her family.
They’d been engaged for over ten years and could marry at any time without surprise.
“…Aracila.”
At that moment, a low, somber voice called her name. It was Frederick, his face deathly pale.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?”
“Sure.”
“Just the two of us.”
Frederick glanced pointedly at Pola, who wisely waved her hand, signaling Aracila to go ahead.
The two stepped out into the garden beyond the banquet hall, facing each other beneath a moonlit pergola enveloped in the quiet of night.
“Thank you, Frederick. Thanks to you, I got to announce our engagement in front of everyone.”
Still unable to discern how grave Frederick’s expression truly was in the dim light, Aracila offered a naturally cheerful thank-you.
Frederick’s lips trembled. At that moment, the moonlight illuminated his utterly shocked face with startling clarity.
“…Are you really marrying Lord Vandermir?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
“Why…? He’s a knight! Since when did you two even get close?”
Unable to believe it, he asked in a voice thick with disbelief. Aracila calmly clasped her hands behind her back.
“Not long ago. Love tends to find you like fate, you know.”
“Love? Fate…?”
Frederick began laughing hollowly, as if he’d lost his mind. Aracila tilted her head, puzzled by his sudden reaction.
“…But you’ve always been a staunch bachelor.”
“True, but Lord Vandermir changed my mind.”
Technically, it was the prophetic dream that had changed it—but Aracila had never told anyone else about that ability yet.
‘Best not to get labeled a lunatic.’
So she always covered it up with plausible excuses and her magical talent.
“…Do you remember, Aracila?”
Frederick finally managed to suppress his agitation, speaking in a restrained voice. Through the golden strands falling over his eyes, his red eyes gleamed with desperate longing.
“We promised we’d marry each other if neither of us was wed by forty. I’m still holding on to that promise…”
“When did I ever…? I don’t recall saying that.”
“…”
Aracila’s puzzled rebuttal painted Frederick’s face with utter despair.
For a moment, he was speechless; then he barely choked out a reply.
“…I said it, and you agreed…”
“Really? I must’ve been out of my mind. Why would I joke about something like that?”
Aracila had been a committed bachelor since her early academy days—she must’ve been even more immature back then to make such a joke.
“But personally, I think being a knight’s wife suits me better than being Crown Princess. It’s certainly freer.”
“…”
“Ah, not that I think poorly of you. We’ve never even seen each other as anything more than friends anyway.”
Frederick was as comfortable and dear to her as her same-sex friend Pola.
Remembering from her vision that he’d helped her, Aracila gave him a warm, friendly smile.
But that wasn’t what Frederick had hoped for—not mere friendly affection…
“So that promise only meant something to me…”
“Huh? What did you say?”
Frederick muttered dejectedly, then clenched his fists and fled as if running away.
“Hey! Frederick!”
Aracila stared after her friend in disbelief as he left without even a proper goodbye.
‘What’s wrong with him?’
Was he really that shocked by my engagement? He seemed more angry than surprised…
Unable to make sense of his reaction, Aracila brushed it off lightly.
I’ll just send him a gift later—he’ll get over it.
[This is the timeline separator]The surprise engagement announcement by Aracila Hugo and Damian Vandermir spectacularly adorned the front pages of the morning papers the next day.
“A Union for the Ages? The Youngest Sword Master and the Genius Mage to Marry”
Aracila, who had arrived early at the Mage Tower, read through the newspaper spread across her desk with a grave expression.
“Senior, is it really true you’re getting married?!”
“You’re really marrying a knight…?”
Just then, Sally and Rudy burst through the door, bombarding her with questions. They’d rushed over, utterly flabbergasted upon hearing their respected senior was marrying the Knight Captain.
“Have you two read the articles?”
“Yes!”
“Then you understand what the problem is, right?”
Aracila, wearing thin gold-rimmed glasses, looked extremely serious. Sally and Rudy nervously swallowed.
“What’s going on? Is this some fabricated scandal?”
“Did that damn Knights’ Order try to tarnish your reputation…?!”
“No, the marriage is real. The problem is that in every single article, my name comes after his.”
She pointed to the pile of morning newspapers strewn across her desk.
In most headlines, Damian’s name appeared first, followed by Aracila’s.
“This is kind of insulting, isn’t it? Even if our houses were equal, individually speaking, I’m clearly more famous and accomplished!”
“Of course! But maybe it’s because he’s the Knight Captain?”
After all, Aracila was still just a Mage Tower mage, while Damian led an entire knights’ order.
Aracila grumbled, somewhat appeased by Rudy’s explanation.
“Still, I’m insisting my name goes first on the wedding invitations.”
“Great idea! …Wait, you’re really marrying a knight?!”
“Yes. You probably won’t see this face again in your lifetime.”
Ignoring her juniors’ frantic stomping, Aracila repeated the excuse she’d now uttered so many times it felt as natural as breathing.
To them, it sounded like unwavering resolve.
Knowing her stubborn nature once she’d set her mind on something, both juniors slumped in defeat.
Nope, that’s it. We can’t stop this…
“Senior… does this mean you’re leaving the Mage Tower now…?”
Sally fidgeted with her fingers, asking anxiously. Aracila had received the same question from her family the night before.
“What are you talking about, Sally? Why would I leave the Mage Tower?”
“But… all married female mages leave the Mage Tower, don’t they?”
“I won’t. Why should a little thing like marriage make me quit?”
She gave her juniors the exact same reply she’d given her family.
“Really…?”
“Of course. As I’ve said countless times, I’m going to become Archmage. Four-star rank will never satisfy me.”
Heartened by their senior’s unwavering ambition, their faces brightened slightly.
For the rest of the morning, however, Aracila endured endless questions from her Mage Tower colleagues about whether she was truly marrying a knight.
Some asked with malicious sarcasm, but she paid them no mind.
“Anyone below four-star rank can just shut up.”
After that, only the older Mage Tower officials dared speak to her.
To them, she replied politely.
“For every outdated, prejudiced remark rooted in rigid thinking, please pay ten gold pieces.”
By afternoon, no one dared mention the engagement in her presence.
Enjoying the newly pleasant work environment, Aracila left work earlier than usual.
Now that their engagement was official, she needed to meet Damian at his mansion to discuss the next steps.
“Welcome, Miss Aracila. Would you mind waiting briefly in the drawing room?”
The white-haired butler bowed respectfully. Aracila nodded absently.
“Sure.”
“This way, if you’d…”
Just then—
“Lord Vandermir is such an idiot!”
A young woman came running down the stairs, sobbing. Aracila, who had started following the butler, stopped and turned.
Their eyes met: the girl had reddish-gold hair and a petite frame.
‘She looks familiar…’
While Aracila puzzled over the nagging sense of recognition, the girl’s expression suddenly turned hostile. She stomped furiously toward her.
Nearly charging into Aracila, she shoved her shoulder and snapped in a sharp voice,
“Was that bump just now on purpose?”
What nonsense—she’s the one who bumped into me. Aracila calmly replied,
“Sorry, but you’re so small I barely saw you in my field of vision.”
The girl was indeed tiny, whereas Aracila stood well above average height.
Face turning crimson, the girl stamped her foot in outrage.
“Ugh…! Are you done talking? Always chasing after the men I like!”
What on earth is she rambling about? Aracila placed a concerned hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“Do people often tell you you’re prone to delusions? Because that’s actually an illness.”
At that, the girl’s face contorted with even greater fury.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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