The Answer to a Cheating (Ex)Husband is Remarriage - Chapter 14
Sylaria’s current position was ambiguous. She was in an awkward state, neither fully engaged nor not engaged to the Second Prince.
It couldn’t quite be said that she was engaged to Arendtert, since the ceremony had been canceled midway. Yet, since the engagement ball had actually taken place, it couldn’t exactly be called a broken engagement either.
So, she needed to clarify her status. She had to make it clear that she was breaking off her engagement to the Second Prince.
‘If only I’d returned a little earlier, none of this trouble would have happened. But what can I do?’
For a royal engagement to be dissolved, there were certain conditions.
Namely, the approval of the Emperor and the Empress. It was only natural, but that didn’t make it easy. That’s why, before anything else, Sylaria had to persuade one particular man.
That man was the First Prince, Euclid Balthazar.
Euclid was famous for being thorough and leaving no room for error in everything he did.
Just because he had synchronized with Sylaria didn’t mean he would stand up to the elders of the imperial family for her sake.
Driving Arendtert away had simply been a fleeting bit of amusement. No more than that.
Euclid’s meticulousness could be seen in how he insisted on checking their match rate first. If the match rate was low, he would abandon her without hesitation.
“I mustn’t disappoint His Highness the First Prince.”
“That won’t happen.”
Cyan replied, shaking his head lightly. He continued with a faint smile.
“Your Ladyship’s purification power is extremely compatible with His Highness’s holy power.”
“How do you know that?”
“I can see it.”
Cyan tapped the corner of his eye. It seemed his holy power allowed him to read the energy of others.
“What are you two whispering about?”
Just then, the carriage door opened, and a nonchalant voice was heard. Even before she turned her head, the deep, steady tone pierced her ears.
“You could at least consider the person who’s waiting.”
Euclid, dressed immaculately, was sitting inside the carriage. Sylaria couldn’t help but glance at his broad shoulders and the solid, well-balanced muscles beneath his formal attire. Even with his clothes on, the firmness of his physique was evident.
“I don’t like my Purifier getting close with another man.”
Euclid said, raising an eyebrow. The words sounded like a joke, but his eyes on Sylaria were unreadable.
“Come here.”
Euclid took Sylaria’s hand and gave a gentle tug. With solid strength, he pulled her into the deeper seat of the carriage.
Once Sylaria settled into the soft sofa, Euclid tapped the carriage ceiling lightly. The carriage, having received the signal to depart, rocked slightly before smoothly setting off.
“We’re heading to the temple now. We need to confirm the match rate first.”
As the carriage left the palace grounds, Euclid spoke up. Sitting demurely, Sylaria offered a soft smile.
“I know.”
“How?”
“Your aide told me.”
“Cyan?”
Euclid looked a little surprised as he repeated the name. When Sylaria nodded, he let out a quiet laugh.
“He must have taken a liking to you. He’s doing things I didn’t even ask of him.”
“He hasn’t said much else to me, though…”
“He’s just shy around strangers.”
Euclid gave a short, amused snort, then turned his gaze to the scenery flashing by outside the window. Silently, Sylaria gripped the hem of her dress.
Now that she was actually on her way to confirm the match rate with the First Prince, her heart grew tense with anxiety.
It would be a problem if the match rate turned out to be high, but also a problem if it was low.
If her match rate with the First Prince was high, she’d have to begin an all-out battle with Arendtert. If it was low, she’d have to find a new way to escape from him.
“Why do you look like that?”
Euclid glanced at her unintentionally and furrowed his brow.
“You look like a cow being led to slaughter.”
“I’m just worried that Your Highness might get caught up in a troublesome situation because of me.”
“That’s what you’re worried about?”
“Is this really alright with you?”
Sylaria asked cautiously, swallowing nervously. She didn’t have any concrete information about Euclid. After all, everyone avoided speaking about the First Prince.
The reason was obvious. Euclid belonged to a faction that opposed the Empress.
Even in her previous life, Sylaria had barely any connection with the First Prince. She could count on one hand the number of times they’d spoken. So few, in fact, she remembered every word.
None of those exchanges were particularly helpful. Everything Euclid said had just been conventional greetings.
Congratulations on your engagement. Congratulations on your wedding. And…
‘You have to be happy.’
Be happy.
On the day Sylaria married Arendtert, that’s what Euclid had said.
No one had expected him to attend his half-brother’s wedding.
He had always been an outsider in the imperial family, and after Arendtert’s engagement, he used monster hunting as an excuse to avoid setting foot in the palace at all.
But Euclid Balthazar had defied everyone’s expectations and showed up at the wedding ceremony.
And not in his usual black knight’s uniform, but dressed in the dazzling formal attire of the imperial family.
