Volume 1 Episode 2 – He went to the castle to verify the truth of the engagement


I Just Wanted to Call Off the Arranged Marriage With the Princessโ€”Someone I Could Never Possibly Be a Match Forโ€”But for Some Reason, She Took a Liking to Me and Is Now Closing in on Me


I couldnโ€™t believe it. I thought it must be some kind of mistake.

Still, the fact remained that a letter from the princess had arrivedโ€”even if the contents wereโ€ฆ wellโ€ฆโ€”so I was heading to the capital to go to the castle and confirm the truth.

My butt hurts from the bumpy carriage ride.

โ€œFather, this must be some kind of mistake, right? Couldnโ€™t we just send a letter?โ€

โ€œHow do you plan to ask?โ€

How?

โ€œIโ€™ll say, โ€˜Youโ€™ve got the wrong address!โ€™โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll never let you write a letter again.โ€

Why?

Since the contents are that kind of thing, itโ€™s fine if Iโ€™m that kind of person too, right? When I started waving the letter around, I was scolded, โ€œStop that! Itโ€™s rude.โ€

After traveling to the castle these past few days, Iโ€™m starting to wonder if this might actually be a prank. Thereโ€™s no way this is an official marriage announcement.

โ€œAnyway, weโ€™ll be in the capital soon. Donโ€™t do anything unnecessary; just behave yourself.โ€

โ€œThe most unnecessary thing was you making me go on that blind date, wasnโ€™t it?โ€

โ€œWho would have thought it would turn out like this!โ€

Yeah, youโ€™re right. Iโ€™m sorry.

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โ€œIโ€™m exhausted.โ€

Iโ€™ve been sitting for so long that my back is stiff. It even cracks when I arch it. Traveling to the capital isnโ€™t easy. We were in a hurry this time, so we barely stopped to rest in any of the towns along the way.

As I was rolling my shoulders to loosen them up, Father returned from going to get permission to enter the castle.

โ€œThey say we can have an audience right away.โ€

โ€œHuh? Weโ€™re going to meet His Majesty?โ€

โ€œOf course.โ€

In what world is that โ€œof courseโ€? At any rate, it wasnโ€™t the world I knew. Sure, weโ€™d sent word by fast horse, but this isnโ€™t like going over to a friendโ€™s houseโ€”thereโ€™s no way weโ€™d be able to see him the moment we arrived at the castle.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆIs the king just sitting around with nothing to do?โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t you dare say a word, you hear me?โ€

He gave me a look of deep, genuine anxiety.

No, I wouldnโ€™t say anything to his face either. Iโ€™m not that out of touch with reality. Really, I swear.

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โ€œโ€”Welcome, my son!โ€

Huh?

Iโ€™d been waiting a bit in the room I was shown to when a middle-aged man suddenly walked in and started treating me like his son. He grabbed my hand firmly and shook it vigorously up and down.

He was so overjoyed he looked like he was about to cry, and I couldnโ€™t keep up with the intensity of his emotions. He does seem to resemble His Majesty in a wayโ€ฆ

โ€œWho is this old man?โ€

โ€œDo you want to set the date for my execution!?โ€

My father was screaming. Heโ€™s full of energy.

โ€œYour Majesty, my foolish son has committed a grave offenseโ€ฆ!โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t worry about it. Anyone would be startled if a middle-aged man like this suddenly grabbed their hand with such a beaming smile.โ€

โ€œThat is not the case at all!โ€

While the middle-aged man laughed cheerfully, my father was prostrating himself so deeply his forehead nearly scraped the floor.

Huh? Is this for real? Was that really His Majesty?

No, I knew he looked like him, but I expected someone more solemnโ€”someone with real dignity. In contrast, the man right in front of me, laughing heartily, gave off the exact opposite impression. He wore no crown or cloak, dressed in a rough, unpretentious style far removed from the pomp of the nobility; it wouldnโ€™t have been strange to find him getting drunk in a tavern in the slums.

โ€œThe real dealโ€ฆ? So, does that mean Iโ€™m getting my head chopped off today for being rude?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s fine. just a regular old guy, so youโ€™re not wrong.โ€

โ€œOh, really?โ€

โ€œYeah.โ€

Even though I was talking to myself, I got a reply, so I turned my head to see who it was. There stood the Third Princess, with her black hair and black eyes, staring at me with her hands stuffed in her pockets.

โ€œHey.โ€

โ€œHey.โ€

I replied in the same casual tone without thinking, but waitโ€”Iโ€™m actually in the royal castle meeting royalty, right? This isnโ€™t like Iโ€™m just visiting a friendโ€™s house, is it?

In this chaotic situationโ€”so far removed from any sense of etiquette or formalityโ€”Iโ€™d completely lost track of why Iโ€™d even come here in the first place.

I meanโ€ฆ canโ€™t I just go home now?


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