[TN] 4/3/2021 After reader feedback, weâve decided to go with Gongja = wife and Raviel = husband, as God the author intended.
1.
Romance Fantasy Trope 999
ăYou donât need something like tropes for love.ă
2.
In life, you occasionally receive gifts by chance.
âLady of the Golden Silk. I need to tell you something important.â
âGee, itâs been a while since you called me [Lady of the Golden Silk] instead of [milady], butler. Each time, itâs for something unfortunate. Let me deduce what happened this time.â
The Lady of the Golden Silk slowly raised her teacup.
It was truly an elegant motion.
âDo I have a secret half-sister?â
âYou do not.â
âReally? Then, was my mother secretly an illegitimate child of the former emperor, thereby meaning that my blood is intertwined with the imperial familyâs? Thus, the love between the crown prince and I can never come to fruition?â
âThat isnât it.â
âOr do I have both a hidden half-sister and a hidden bloodline, meaning that I have a lot of potential to be the protagonist of a story?â
âNo.â
âThen what is it, you bastard?â
âIâm getting married soon.â
âOho. Marriage. So it was marriage. Marriageââ
Pffft!
The Lady of the Golden Silk sprayed the tea she had been drinking. Mostly on my face.
There was no trace of elegance to be found.
âMarriage?!â
âYes.â
âMarriaaggeee?!â
âThatâs correct.â
âIf thatâs a joke, itâs a really bad one, butler! Do you want me to hit you again?!â
âIt isnât a joke.â
I wiped my face with a handkerchief.
âThereâs no way I would joke about this to milady, is there? I really am getting married. You canât stop me. Iâve already set a date for next month.â
âW-whoâs your partner?â
âThat would be the esteemed Lady of the Silver Lily.â
âOh, come on. Youâre definitely fibbing.â
The Lady of the Golden Silk sighed. Phew.
Her face looked relieved. Her expression showed that she didnât think Raviel would marry me even if the world was ending. Oh, well. That was a normal reaction.
âDo you think Iâm lying?â
âYeah. Itâs a poorly spun lie at that. Please come up with a more plausible tale if you want to trick me. Iâm giving you a failing mark in creativity.â
âIf itâs for real, will you allow me to marry her?â
âAhaha. Sure, sure. Iâll let you marry or whatever, butler. Rather, if itâs real, it would be very advantageous for me to have my servant marry into the noblest family in the empire. Wouldnât the value of my family soar at once?â
âPlease stamp this.â
âHmm?â
I held out some papers I had prepared in advance.
âWhat is this, butler?â
âThis document states that you, my original master, will allow the marriage between myself and Lady Raviel Ivansia. Iâll step out of your shadow and become a consort in the Ivansia family.â
âPfft!â
The Lady of the Golden Silk held her stomach and laughed.
âC-consort of the Ivansias⊠Pffft! Whatâs that supposed to be, a joke? A prank? Are you saying that my butler will be called [Duke Consort of Ivansia]? Itâs hilarious just to imagine. Me becoming the empress is more likely than that.â
The Lady of the Golden Silkâs grin changed into a different sort of style.
âWell, that is what will happen this time.â
Hm.
I remembered the summary I had read before entering this Apocalypse.
âItâs her second try.â
Since the Heretic Questioner hadnât possessed her yet, I could guess at the Lady of the Golden Silkâs true nature and thought about many things regarding her.
For now, I buried all these thoughts and said, âWill you please stamp it?â
The Lady of the Golden Silk grabbed her stomach again and laughed.
âOh, gladly. This will become a piece of your dark history, butler. As your generous master, I canât look away from this amazing farce.â
âYes, yes. Heiress Ivansia. The second brightest moon in the empire. Dream on.â
The next day, I stood with Raviel before the Lady of the Golden Silk.
âI brought her over, milady.â
ââŠâŠâ
The Lady of the Golden Silkâs jaw dropped.
âWe already know each other, but I shall greet you again,â Raviel said, holding a fan.
âI am Raviel Ivansia, daughter and successor to the Duke of Ivansia. I received the epithet of the Silver Lily from His Majesty the Emperor.â
âHuh? Ah. Yes, of course we know each other. Your LadyshipâŠ?â
âIt is a joyous occasion for me to marry your butler. The butler is bound to you. Getting married would be difficult without your permission, but you have easily granted it. Truly, thank you.â
âAll rightâŠ?â
âThis is a wedding invitation.â
Raviel curtly handed her a letter. The border was decorated with a thread of silver, and in the center of the envelope was the red wax seal of the duchy. The Lady of the Golden Silk accepted the letter with a dull face.
âRejoice. You are the first person to receive an invitation. I hope you know what an honor it is. Well, it is but a small gift to you as you have cared for him until now.â
The Lady of the Golden Silk stared at me like the world had flipped over. Her gaze was desperately asking me to deny the title she just spoke.
I bowed politely.
âIt was an honor to serve you, milady.â
ââŠâŠâ
âBut from now on, please call me Duke Consort. Respectfully.â
ââŠâŠâ
âThen, shall we go, Raviel?â
âHmph. I told you to call me âHusbandâ in front of others.â
âAhh, pardon me. Husband. My mouth isnât used to calling you that yetâŠâ
âMy wife is so silly. But I like everything about you, including that part.â
âI love you.â
âI love you.â
We left, side by side.
A while after, we heard a faint scream behind us.
âWhat is thiiiisssâ?!â
A spring with falling magnolias.
Our marriage was drawing near.
3.
My lover, Raviel Ivansia, was a person who followed through on her words.
If Raviel said our wedding would take place within a month, it really would.
âIâve detained my father in our villa,â Raviel said, casually and calmly.
âThere is a group of people in my family who still follow my father, but their numbers are few. We can ignore them. I negotiated with the emperor for my succession to be recognized, and Iâve already become the Duchess of Ivansia. Now, I shall be called the Silver Lily Duchess, not the Lady of the Silver Lily.â
âUhhâŠâ
My father-in-law was incarcerated overnight.
âIs this all right?â
While I was feeling uneasy for an in-law I had never met, Raviel looked at me.
âOther than the emperor, the empress, and the prince, there is no one you must bow your head to. At least, not in this empire. All citizens of the empire, regardless of status, must bow to you. In the absence of the imperial family, you will be treated with the highest regard.â
Raviel was serious.
It was only after I heard her words that I felt that [something huge] was happening.
Until now, I thought of our wedding only in terms of my love for Raviel. Our love was sweet. It was romantic. But for Raviel, marriage was more than just romance.
The immense truth of the matter dawning on me, I opened my mouth.
âBut Iâm only a commonerâŠâ
âOf course, the socialite biddies will gossip. Gongja. Your past is like the train of an uncomfortable dress, and it will follow you wherever you go. But Iâve taken what measures we could.â
Measure.
âWhat did you plan?â
âYou will become the adopted son of the grand chamberlain of the imperial palace.â
Raviel handed me a sheet of paper.
âThe grand chamberlain has served the imperial family for a long time. He was awarded a noble rank; his personal record is clean; and his honor is regarded highly. Most importantly, he has no children. Becoming the son of this old chamberlain will raise your status immediately.â
Oh, my god.
No, really. Oh, my god.
âI-is that allowed?â
âIt is. If I want it to be.â
Even now, Raviel was working through a mountain of files. Swipe! Ravielâs quill never stopped moving. It was hard for me to guess the contents of those documents and the political repercussions they would have.
âI omitted all the annoying steps. Just sign that paper. Then, youâll be recognized as the son of the grand chamberlain.â
ââŠâŠâ
It was like this.
The reality of marriage.
The father-in-law I had never seen was confined in a villa. I also became the adopted son of someone I never met. Many things were happening that I didnât know about.
I realized belatedly as I signed the adoption papers how momentous it was to become [the wife of the Duchess of Ivansia].
It was clearly demonstrated by the scenes that I faced a few days later.
âGreetings to the second brightest moon in the empire.â
Even if I was just passing by the academy, the noble ladies and gentlemen recognized me and yielded to me. They were utterly courteous. The rumors had spread to the academy at some point.
âI pay my respects to the lord of the house of Ivansia.â
âAh. All rightâŠâ
âCongratulations on your betrothal. May there be eternal glory to the Ivansias.â
âT-thank you.â
The students stopped talking whenever I walked by. They stopped whatever they were doing and remained silent and polite until I left. The academyâs guards, including the knights, saluted respectfully when they saw me.
There were no exceptions.
Even the academy teachers bowed as if it were natural.
ââŠâŠâ
Even when I reached rank 3 in the Tower, even when I became a popular celebrity and was surrounded by crowds⊠Iâd never felt the same way.
âThis is the thing called status.â
I wasnât a star. I wasnât an entertainer. These people werenât surrounding me or using their smartphones to take a picture of my face.
They merely kneeled.
ââŠAmazing.â
They probably only acted like this in front of me. I would bet that as soon as I left, they would spread all sorts of dirty rumors about my origin and about Raviel and the princeâs unconventional breakup.
However, nobody dared to gossip in front of me.
âEek!â
Shatter!
One day, an academy servant broke a jug of water while moving it. I was just passing by. I wanted to ask, [Are you OK?], but at that moment, six servants prostrated themselves at once.
âW-we apologize!â
âWe deserve to die!â
âPlease. We have gravely erred in our foolishness, so please forgiveâŠ!â
I was speechless.
I hadnât become dumbfounded for some other reason.
No, it was that they seemed to be asking me for forgiveness like it was expected. The fact that I had the [right to forgive them] paralyzed me.
In other words, I could decide to punish them and not forgive them.
ââŠâŠâ
It was crazy.
This was definitely crazy.
-Whatâs the problem? Itâs obvious things would turn out like this.
Bae Hu-ryeong said while swimming in the air.
-Itâs your Tower, which cares about status and class in name only, thatâs weird. Didnât you know? If you go up to the 50th floor, youâll find that most towers are defined by hierarchical societies.
I think Bae Hu-ryeong mentioned we would compete with towers from other worlds after the 50th floor.
Bae Hu-ryeong picked his ear with his pinky and blew away the earwax.
-Your husbandâs family, Ivansy or whatever, is second only to the imperial family in this world. That means that youâre pretty much a queen, Zombie.
A queen.
-Congratulations on becoming Cinderella, bro.
The shoulders of the servants lying prostrate in the hallway were trembling.
Suddenly, what Raviel said came to my mind.
ăEvery citizen of the empire must accept you.ă
ăMy world and my nation need to recognize my marriage.ă
This was exactly what she was talking about.
In just a few days, I had risen to the top of the pyramid.
I had reached the pinnacle of power.
âThis is⊠Ravielâs world.â
If so.
âHow should I act?â
Not just as [Kim Gongja]âŠ
Not as the Hunter [Death King]âŠ
But as the [spouse] of the noblest family in this land.
ââŠâŠâ
I bent over.
Then, I picked up a fragment of the broken jug.
I quietly placed a fragment in the palm of the servant who had erred.
âMake this into a necklace and wear it on your body.â
I opened my mouth.
âThe necklace is the accessory closest to oneâs heart. Keep your mistake close to heart. Reflect and repent for it.â
ââŠâŠâ
âDonât wait for me to forgive you. When you yourself think and feel that it is enough, you may forgive yourself. Do you understand?â
âY-yesâŠ!â
I turned and walked away.
That evening, Raviel said to me, âMy wife responded thoughtfully.â
I cut some meat with a knife and fork. I was learning table manners over dinner. Raviel moved her hands deliberately and slowly on the other side of the table so that I could watch and learn.
âUm. Well. Did I do well?â
âYou were excellent. If you forgave the servant too easily, people would have said, [He isnât strict because of his humble background. How can he manage the duchy with that attitude?] If you punished them too sternly, the rumor that [Heâs getting full of himself when he climbed ranks overnight] would have spread.â
Either way would have struck out.
âPeople would have cursed you whether you forgave the servants or punished them, wife. In this case, the event itself is not important; the presentation is. You wisely wrapped up the situation by creating a moving story.â
Raviel smiled.
âWhat happened today has already been disseminated throughout the empireâs social circles. Those with a pure curiosity will admire your heart, and those with thick heads will admire your sagacity. I thought you were an amateur at politics. What magic did my beloved use?â
ââŠI just thought of you, Raviel.â
My knife split the egg yolk.
The color of a young chick deflated.
âI knew you were working hard in spots that I canât see.â
âMm.â
âI thought of how much you think of me, and naturally, I thought about you, too.â
I had thought from Ravielâs perspective.
ăHow should I act to best help my husband?ă
âIf I forgave the servants, I would have been seen as a soft-hearted duke consort. If I punished them, I would be seen as a strict one. However, I thought that being perceived as a [wise consort] would be the most helpful for you.â
âWhy is that?â
âPeople wonât think that my husband is generous just because her wife acts kindly. Similarly, my strictness doesnât affect your image.â
The candle on the table went out.
âHowever, if I am wise, Raviel must also be wise. Choosing a [sensible spouse] is wise in itself.â
ââŠâŠâ
Raviel covered her lips with a white napkin.
âYou thought of me.â
âYes.â
âGongja. Youâve already helped me. The people of the world wonât know this, but youâve saved this world from destruction. Youâll continue to save it in the future. Isnât it all right for you to do what you wish, even a little?â
âNo.â
I shook my head firmly.
âIâll be with you all my life, Raviel. For the rest of our lives. I donât want to obsess over [what Iâve done for Raviel]. I donât even want to think about it. I want to give you more things, things that are more precious than anything Iâve done for you before.â
ââŠâŠâ
âI want it so that meeting me would be the greatest fortune in your life. I hope that being beside me will be your greatest happiness. I want to mean the most to you, Raviel.â
ââŠItâs not a matter of fortune or happiness.â
Raviel stood up from the table.
She slowly approached me and bent down.
âYou are my one miracle.â
Our lips met.
* * *
Of course, not everyone succumbed to the Ivansia name.
âI am! Against! This marriage!â
The Lady of the Golden Silk came to me every day to complain. Since the prince was called away by the emperor, the Lady of the Golden Silk only had me to lament to since she couldnât speak directly against Raviel.
âBut havenât you already stamped the document?â
âItâs invalid. Invalid! I stamped it because I thought it was a joke!â
âRegardless of what you thought, the papers are legally valid.â
âUgh⊠Aaargh!â
The Lady of the Golden Silk chewed on her fingernails.
âItâs strange. Very strange. Nothing like this happened last time⊠Did I cause a butterfly effect? No, this is too much for that⊠Aah, Lord Ox that Harvests Ruins, what is thisâŠ?â
The Ox that Harvests Ruins.
I tilted my head as if I was hearing that keyword for the first time.
âWhat does that mean?â
ââŠItâs nothing!â
The Lady on the Golden Silk clamped her mouth shut.
âWhatever. This is probably one of the Lady of the Silver Lilyâs schemes!â
âShe isnât the Lady of the Silver Lily. She is to be the duchess soon. Be respectful.â
âOof. Butler, I really hate you! Iâll never forgive you!â
The Lady of the Golden Silk glared at me and left the room. Slam! The door shut violently, making the hinges creak. She was showing that she would not let this marriage pass by idly. The Lady of the Golden Silk would probably be the biggest obstacle regarding the wedding.
However, I wasnât worried at all.
There were only ten days left before the wedding.
âDeath King!â
Someone wearing the costume of the Lady of the Golden Silk burst through the door.
âI think Iâve turned into the heroine of this Apocalypse!â
Sitting in a chair, I smiled.
âHeretic Questioner.â
âYes! Death King!â
âIn ten days, the Constellations of the other worlds will attack.â
I said to my colleague, who had turned from the greatest obstacle to the greatest assistant.
âPlease prepare for a holy war, SSS-class zealot.â