She Was Sent by God

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Agnes poured a full glass of alcohol.

For a while, the two focused on emptying the bottle without talking.

“Do you remember throwing flowers at me when you first met me?”

“Me? To Count?”

“Yes.
You were fighting with Prince Chavolti.”

Was it like that?

Agnes looked back on her memories, but in fact, it was unclear what Emmerich’s first impression was like.

“You threw this big bouquet.”

Emmerich put the cup down and opened both hands to tell the size of the bouquet.

“As soon as I opened the door, I was beaten with flowers and was embarrassed, but the princess told me to bring it.”

“Really?”

“I took it and gave it to Prince Chavolti but he gave it back to me.”

Emmerich talked about the memories of the day with a smiley face.

Agnes, on the other hand, couldn’t even respond because she couldn’t remember the situation at all.

“So I knew that the princess’s heart was like fire.”

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“What do you mean fire? You misunderstood.
My personality shines so brightly.
I’m sure Chavolti did something wrong.”

Then Emmerich laughed again.

The bottle was empty.
He picked up another bottle and filled her glass.

“You were also angry the second time I saw you”.

“Me?”

“Yes.
I don’t know why, but you were kicking the garden tree because you were so angry.”

“……hmmm.
Why do you always see me when I’m angry?”

“I know.
Why did I end up meeting the princess then?”

It was then she realized that her title changed from Duchess to Princess.

Emmerich emptied the glass first.
Agnes followed him and the alcohol into her mouth.

After that, my throat felt like it was burning.

Emmerich didn’t say anything until he emptied the bottle.

She opened the fifth bottle.

His face was a little red as if he was getting drunk.
Agnes cried slightly.

“What’s the real reason for locking me up here?”

“I don’t know.”

Emmerich spoke calmly.
It didn’t sound like a lie.

“If the person who locked me doesn’t know, then who knows? Are you kidding me?”

“I know.”

He replied with a faint smile.

Agnes barely calmed down her boiling stomach and tried to persuade him with a smile.

Anyway, in this state, she was absolutely at a disadvantage.

“Count Cellon.
I’m a very heavy-mouthed person.”

“Is that so?”

“I will bury such stories in my heart for the rest of my life, whether the count is a pirate king or has accumulated wealth through smuggling and trafficking.
I promise in the honor of the royal family.”

“The honor of the royal family?”

“Yeah.
I promised not to let a single word out.”

“Then why did you break that promise?” 

“What promise?”

“Didn’t you tell me the last time we met? See you at the wedding.”

“..I did, right?”

At that time, he didn’t know who would marry Agnes, but he was sure that he would marry her.

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“So, of course, I thought the princess wanted to marry me, so I was preparing for the wedding.”

“What? What does that mean?”

Agnes jumped from her seat.

“What’s wrong with you? I meant that I would invite the count to the wedding ceremony!”

“….So I was very excited and told the butler to decorate the room where the princess would stay.”

“No, wait.”

“But how can you break the promise and marry someone else?”

“That’s what I …..……”

“I thought my heart would bream when I heard the news that the princess was getting married.”

Emmerich bowed his head and hid his face with his hands.

Agnes was perplexed.

I swear that I didn’t mean it like that, and I never made an impression to marry him.

“Count.
Raise your head.
I don’t know why you misunderstood, but I can explain everything.”

“…….”

“Count?”

Emmerich slowly raised his head.
His face was full of playful laughter.

“You’re the same as before and now that I’m easily fooled.”

“…the Count is not a fool, and I’m still the same.”

Emmerich smiled and poured the alcohol again.

After some time, the dawn was rising little by little, and Emmerich looked fine except for a little red face.

She was getting impatient.

“What’s the strongest alcohol here?” 

“Strong alcohol?”

“Let’s finish this.”

“It’s distilled three times.”

The pumpkin-colored liquid was so strong.

Agnes took it right into her mouth.
Emmerich followed and emptied the glass.

“Ugh.”

My throat tingles.

It seemed to be the strongest alcohol Agnes had ever had.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s fine.
Give me the next glass.”