Орехи и специи (Nuts and spices)
A Stepmother's Marchen
Prologue
The iron-blooded widow, the spider widow, the male hunter, the witch of Neuschwanstein Castle, the shame of noble ladies... … .
Who are all those titles referring to? He was referring to none other than me, the Marquis of Shuri von Neubanstein. Is there another rich man in our empire with the nickname only me?
… … I know very well that it's not a nickname I'm proud of. But it's been a long time since I didn't pay attention to what others were saying. It doesn't matter what people say or say about me.
The only thing that mattered was the fact that I had safely protected the Neuwanstein family and their children until this day.
Yes, I ended up keeping my promise to him.
Of course, in reality, it feels a bit awkward to call those who are the same age as my younger brother and have no blood mixed with them as children. Even though they have never called me mother yet, I have raised four children like carrion beasts in them.
And tomorrow is the day when my hard work and hard work will finally bear fruit. What day is it? It's the day her first son, Jeremy, gets married!
The messenger of the self-proclaimed Neubanstein and the sword of the crown prince, as soon as the wedding vows are made, according to his father's will, he finally becomes a full-fledged Marquis of Neubanstein. Moreover, the opponent is the daughter of Duke Heinrich, who is said to be the most beautiful woman in the zodiac.
Alas, tears of emotion fill up. It seems like just yesterday that the late kid was dying from measles, but when did he grow up so much?
Countless days that I have come out of without being able to do it, I finally feel the worth of the hard work! Let's celebrate the past and raise a toast!
… … That was just my huge misunderstanding.
Who did it? They say that when a person gets too close, they can't even think about anything. My condition right now is exactly that. I don't even know what to think, let alone say anything.
"What did you just say..."
"It's just as I said. He... asked my mother to tell me that he didn't have to attend the wedding."
Grasping my whitened head and trying to keep my mouth shut, this beautiful lady who calmly added, interrupting me, is Princess O'Hara von Heinrich, Jeremy's fiancée and the main character of tomorrow's wedding of the century. Is it just my delusion that the wavy pale platinum hair and the fantastically harmonious purple eyes look like they have a strange light of compassion?