The Glamorous Fraudulent Marriage of The Fake Saintess
rene10-13 minutes
âIs that all the evidence you have to suspect me as this criminal?â
âThe name, age, and physical appearance all match. I thought it was a matter that the public was sufficiently suspicious of, therefore I couldnât help but be concerned.â
I laughed inwardly at the voice that sounded very concerned to me.
Now that I see it, Count Paras was just blowing smoke.
[PR/N: try to mislead or threaten someone by giving false or exaggerated information/to deliberately confuse or mislead someone in order to deceive them.]
âListen, everyone in this salon can hear.â
âItâs correct that our descriptions are similar, but you know my name is very common and also the same age doesnât prove anything either.â
I spoke timidly. Count Paras seemed surprised I didnât panic at all.
âAnd⊠ah, yes. Did you say I have the same appearance as them? What a relief. I can get rid of Countâs âworryâ right here.â
When I smiled broadly at the Count, he looked perplexed.
Donât be fooled; everyone in the salon is listening. I had to put an end to Countâs suspicions. In other words, I had to nip it in the bud before these accusations spread.
Hu, After that, I sighed softly and ran my hand through my hair.
âI just thought it was a terrible thunderbolt in the morning.â
To think it would be helpful in this way.
âDo you have any cutlery?â
When I looked around and asked, Lady Hana handed me a paper knife with a bewildered face. I took it to the tip of my hair.
Tss.
A lock of my hair, about a fingerâs length, was cut.
âOh my!â
âGasp!â
Surprised sounds erupted from everywhere. My unexpected action baffled the Count as well.
âAh, Lady Irene. What is this all of a sudden⊠Huh?â
The Countâs voice soon became strained with embarrassment.
My hair turned into a different color once it was no longer a part of my body. It became pink like cherry blossoms.
âWhat is thisâŠâŠâ
The Countâs mouth was puffed up with surprise. I smiled and said,
âBrown isnât my natural hair color. Itâs actually pink.â
I said as I looked at my lock of hair. The Count still seemed dumbfounded.
âNo-No way.â
The Count stuttered.
âYou changed your hair color using magicâŠ?â
âYes, thatâs right.â
The Count gave a blank expression when I spoke with a bright smile. You must have been surprised â of course you would have been;
I was surprised as well this morning.
After a while, the Count barely managed to counter as he came to his senses.
âForgive me, but I think itâs strange. Why were you using that expensive transformation powder? Do you intend to hide your identity?â
Well, it seems to have come out like that. My smile deepened, Count Paras was right; I have an identity that cannot be revealed.
That was why I couldnât let anything else slip through the gap.
I spoke softly, tilting my head.
âBecauseâŠâ
With his chin raised as if to say something, the Count looked at me. With a grin on my face, I said,
âI liked a pink dress.â
ââŠYes?â
The Countâs voice was twisted, as if this was an entirely unexpected response. I continued speaking, looking as if I didnât know what was wrong.
âIâm obsessed with pink these days, but my hair is pink as well.â
âWh-What theâŠâ
The Count puffed, his expression puzzled.
âDo you think that makes sense? Thatâs why you used transformation powder?â
âIâm not sure what you mean when you say it doesnât make sense. Isnât it true that you canât have pink hair and wear a pink dress? Youâll look like youâve been devoured by the color pink.â
I made a face as if I didnât understand. It was a strategy to use bold acting skills to overcome the lack of rationale.
âWhat kind ofâŠâ
Count Paras flustered. The Bishop, who stood next to the Count, nodded with a bemused expression.
âThat is a little strange.â
âYes? Iâm glad you understand, Bishop. For your information, Ian came up with the idea for me, since I was worried about it.â
People were riled up again by the new lies.
âIan personallyâŠâ
âIan bought the transformation powder, right?â
âYouâre not arrogant in the least. This time theyâre really falling in love.â
âNo, thatâs ridiculous!â
The Count raised his voice. When the weapon he brought turned into nothing more than an unloaded gun, he looked very embarrassed.
âI canât believe it. Donât make excuses like that, tell me the truth! What kind of past are you hiding? If you can tell me honestly right now-â
âWho are you pressing right now?â
At that moment, a cold voice pierced my ears. Count Parasâ face hardened and froze as he turned to the side.
âWhen did you come?â
The unexpected appearance of Ian surprised me as well. Though I didnât show it on the outside.
The Count attempted to take a step back, but the terrace railing quickly blocked his path.
âYou should have dealt with me. How dare you threaten her?â
Ian glared at Count Paras as if he were a petty bug.
He was not only the righteous Commander of the Holy Knights, but also a member of the Royal Family, the former Emperorâs son and the first heir to the throne.
âSir Ian, I did not mean it like that.â Count Paras stuttered.
Ian seemed pretty scary.
Thatâs why he took advantage of the after-party banquet and aimed at me when Ian wasnât here.
âIf youâre that scared, you shouldnât have done it in the first place!â
You were surprised. Huh.
I glanced over at Count Paras and organized my thoughts inside.
âTo put it another way, the Count is nothing more than a minion thrown in frontline.â
Who would it be?
The real culprit who controlled the Count.
âI just, I was just worried about the growing misunderstanding surrounding Lady Irene, therefore.â
âAre you now saying thatâs an excuse?â
Ian looked back at me this time. I was surprised when I looked into his cold dark blue eyes. Ian approached me and asked carefully.
âAre you surprised? Your complexion.â
My complexion?
Inadvertently, I caressed my cheek. It has to be the same complexion as before.
But I opened my mouth softly and spoke in a trembling voice.
âA little⊠I was a little surprised.â
âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have left you.â
âNo. Itâs not Ianâs fault.â
âYou look so paleâŠâ
Ianâs eyes were concerned as he looked at me.
I looked at his eyes, secretly admiring them. He seemed to be a melodramatic actor who had been performing in melodramas for over a century.
âYouâre a virgin, with no experience with love⊠but youâre portraying it well enough?â
Then there was an odd sense of competition. I couldnât lose because Iâd improved my acting skills by reading a variety of romance novels and dramas.
âSir Ian, you donât look very well either. Are you worried because of me? Donât do that⊠It hurts my heart more.â
I wanted to stroke Ianâs cheek, but I didnât have the courage to do so, no matter how competitive I was.
âYou really are⊠you always put my thoughts first.â
Ian was also a formidable opponent. His sweet voice gave me creepy goosebumps. I felt like all eyes in the salon were focused on us.
Now is the time. I scraped together my shoddy acting skills.
âOf course. The most important thing to me is⊠Itâs always you, Ian.â
I didnât forget to flutter my eyelashes as I said that.
If you watched the drama, you may have noticed that the impressive scenes had nutritional value in their own right, as Iâve always tried to recreate the scene with my best friend Soyeon.
I was excited and wrapped my hand around one of Ianâs cheeks.
âTherefore, donât worry about me. As long as I have you, Iâm fine.â
ââŠâŠâ
For a brief moment, Ian was deafeningly silent. When there was no response back, I felt a little proud.
âI think I won.â
It was a victory for K-drama fans. Then Ian opened his mouth after a few seconds.
âIrene. How about taking a break today?â
âShall we? Iâm a little bit tired.â
I quickly accepted Ianâs suggestion.
As I boasted about my phony love story with Ian, the goal of todayâs after-party banquet was accomplished.
Ian, who was escorting me off the terrace, looked back at Count Paras.
âYou should think about how youâre going to make amends for your rudeness.â
Count Paras hardened like a stone.
Ian left the terrace without looking at the Count. Of course with me.
âIâm sorry I have to retire first.â
After coming back to the salon, I apologized to the young ladies.
âNo! Hurry up and head out.â
âYou did a great job today. Iâm sorry that you went through something unfortunate at the end.â
âI hope to see you again soon.â
Saintess Cordelia greeted me with her eyes full of jealousy. I left the salon with Ian after greeting the young ladies.
âPhew.â
I sighed as I walked back to my room through the hallway. Then Ian spoke in a low voice.
âTheyâre moving faster than I thought.â
âBut I handled it well.â
I said without hiding my pride and Ian turned to me.
âAre you really okay?â
What. Are you still worried about my acting?
I chuckled, as if I wasnât bothered by it.
âThe Count was so low-key that he didnât even seem afraid. Once he started panicking, he fell onto the grass.â
[TL/N : falling onto the grass means getting tired and eventually giving up.]
Even if Ian hadnât shown up, Count Paras would have been slowly but steadily digging his own grave. He felt like a Level 1 enemy, as befitting of the first confrontation.
âBy the way, it seemed like everyone was interested to know about my past. Well, of course they are.â
I looked up at Ian after a few moments of thought.
âCan I tell them about my past as a runaway slave?â
âWill you be fine?â
Ian asked if I was fine again. It seemed to be a question of whether I would be okay even if such a past were revealed.
âYouâre very considerate today.â
In a nostalgic mood, I scratched my nose. It felt strange to be considered by someone who had stated on the first meeting that he would kill me.