The time in the makeup room passed quickly. When she heard her name called, the servants who were helping her held the end of the dress.

'You can't fail.'

The Count's words echoed her ears. The jewelry felt heavier than usual and seemed to crush her body under the people's gaze.

She didn't know how her feet were moving. She could hear the Priest's voice as the colorful decorations filled her eyes.

She walked with a veil on her face and soon was standing at the end of the aisle. (T/N: It's written as 'virgin road' in the novel.)

"Your hand."

When a low voice rang her ears, she raised her head at the deep low voice, there he was, the man who would soon become her husband, Duke Linerio.

She put her hand on his hand as if she were possessed, soon the congratulatory words were spoken. In the dazzling wedding hall, there was only one place where Molitia's gaze was directed. The Duke who felt the gaze gave a small chuckle, "You seem to have a lot of questions…"

The Priest had not finished yet, but the Duke spoke without any care. Even though she was the only one to hear his voice, she didn't get clumsy.

"…but I can't tell you here."

"Then how would you tell me?"

He fiddled with her hand that wore cotton gloves. Vaguely touching the ring finger, from a distance, his actions looked full of affection.

"I'll let you know when this wedding is over."

"Hmm."

The ceremony took good enough time to finish as they faced each other and put rings in each other's fingers.

"The bride and groom now may kiss"

At the Priest's words, the Duke reached out and pulled up the veil on Molitia. The face under the white veil looked cleaner and purer than the cloth.

Far from kissing, she had already gone all the way. But Molitia's cheeks turned slightly red. She was nervous in front of many people, and her shoulders shook slightly.

"Don't be nervous."

He whispered before his lips fell on Molitia's lips.

"As you said, I'm the only someone who's chosen by the family."

Uh? Molitia's eyes, bewildered by his words, turned to his lips. It was not a deep and dense kiss since they were at the banquet hall, but it continued for quite a long time with his lips clasped above her lips.

Their tongues didn't mingle, but he licked her teeth through the gaps in her lips, and then his mouth fell.

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"…what are you saying now…"

"Wow!"

"Congratulations!"

Her delicate voice was buried as thunderous applause that followed the kiss. The Duke held her hand and smiled as if she had said nothing.

Did I hear wrong? Molitia was thrown into chaos. Unlike the Duke, who skillfully waved his hand at people, Molitia's hand didn't move so quickly.

The Bride, who should be happier than ever, was confused. Unaware of the Count's burning gaze, the Duke whispered in her ear, pretending to straighten her hair.

"If you don't want to break up this marriage, let's do things right."

It didn't seem like she had heard it wrong.

Later, Molitia repeatedly failed to talk to the Duke.

The reception was so busy that the schedule kept them busy as soon as the wedding was over. In between, regardless of Molitia's denial, her clothes were forcefully taken off and put on a new wedding dress.

It seemed that the Count was eager about the wedding; the reception turned out to be spectacular.

It's a perfect sight for others to see.

Molitia felt like she was dying. It showed her physical strength that had been little. The jewelry pressing was on her head, and the clothes that made her breathless were uncomfortable.

In the meantime, she had to talk to the people around her. She felt like she would faint any second.

'Do well!'

Each time, the words of the Count, which reverberated in Molitia's head, forced her to focus.

If she fell, she would surely have bought the Count's anger on herself. And it wasn't just the Count.

Even those who surrounded her would look at her with ridicule. Her fingers shook as she held the cup.

"Molitia."

At that moment, the hand that suddenly held her shoulder startled her, and she dropped the glass in her hand.