My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 10
I pressured him with my gaze.
“I’ve been waiting for this day.”
His low voice was as sweet as honey.
“Wow! He’s really good at acting.”
Even though I knew it was all fake, it felt so real, I almost believed him. Dale even added a touch of acting to his gaze.
“Dale, just now, you seemed like someone who had been in a long-term relationship and finally decided to get married.”
“…”
I whispered softly and gave a thumbs-up. As I did, an ambiguous smile passed over Dale’s face.
“Excellent. With the protection of the sole deity Ulypithar, I declare the union of these two in holy matrimony.”
As the priest raised his hand over the documents, the air swirled, and the characters scattered into the atmosphere.
“However, you two are not officially a married couple yet.”
The priest looked at me solemnly.
“According to imperial law, after a waiting period of one year, on the first anniversary, you will be officially recognized as a married couple.”
I nodded slowly, and Dale, showcasing his graceful figure, accepted it smoothly.
Then, a content priest bestowed his blessings upon us.
“May blessings accompany the two of you as you start this journey together.”
***
“Oh, my coat. Where did it go?”
Exiting the temple, I looked around anxiously.
Somehow, my shoulders felt cold, and I realized my outerwear was missing.
“I think I left it in the temple! I’ll go get it. Wait here.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“Dale? Do you remember what my coat looks like?”
“It had a hood with white fur and lace at the bottom, a cape coat with floral patterns.”
I was pleasantly surprised by his excellent memory.
I doubted I could recall my clothes in such detail.
“Of course, I know Enya’s clothes.”
He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice.
“Because I’m your husband.”
“Oh, because you’re a contracted husband?”
He was indeed a meticulous and excellent mercenary.
“Okay, I’ll leave it to you.”
I watched him go back to the temple with a satisfied smile.
“In any case, he’s really sweet.”
***
The exhausted priest sat on a chair, nodding off.
It was at that moment.
Suddenly, dark clouds covered the peaceful dream, and a massive whirlwind seemed to press against his body.
Constricting his throat, squeezing his stomach—what was this?
“Ugh, this dream….”
“Where are the documents?”
“Gasp!”
Startled, the priest snapped awake as if in a match.
“Uh, what are you talking about….”
Slowly waking up, the priest rose from his seat.
“Oh, it was just a nightmare. I was wondering what ominous force it was, but it seems it was just that groom from earlier. Just a silly dream.”
“The documents. Where are they?”
“Well, I’ve sorted them all out.”
Spotting Enya and his marriage declaration among the pile of documents, Dale, holding a pen, began writing something more.
“Hey! Why are you doing…”
Seeing the prominently written name on the document, the priest fell silent.
That’s not an ordinary name, is it?
Dale Blanche Alekystone.
Alekystone was undoubtedly a name of the Imperial Family.
“Oh, young man. Why are you using the imperial family’s name?”
At that moment, the priest’s mouth hung wide open.
The identification he extended, or rather, the ring engraved with the Imperial Family’s emblem, couldn’t be owned by just anyone.
Only one person—the Emperor of the empire.
Under the black hair, the chilling gaze beneath was intimidating.
“Uh, wh-what… Could it be…! Ex, exp…”
“It can be reprocessed.”
With a cold expression, Dale confidently tapped Enya Lockheart’s real name next to it.
Marriage was a certainty.
Even with a one-year delay, it didn’t matter.
He was already Enya’s husband.
