It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

I graduated safely from the Royal School in the King's Capital.

We, the aristocrats, in the world of the noble lady, refer to the few free hours of our student years.

It is a great luxury to be able to stay a student until the age of 18 in the world of aristocracy where it is normal to get married in 15 or 16.

It is impossible, for example, to have a fixed fiancé and the other person's permission, or to be a student until the age of 18, the highest grade, without the permission of the house.

In fact, my alumni left school one after the other and were forced to marry me.

As soon as Elena was suspended, she also married the Count son of the neighbouring territory.

To marry an older, child-friendly Earl son, Elena apparently wasn't too sloppy either.

Aisha, one year younger, was married last year after pushing off the opposite of her parents with a millionaire youth in a merchant who was seen at a nightclub, but worried that she would not be separated because she was easily in love and cold-looking.

And I, Florence Yuel Maitrobe, daughter-in-law tomorrow to the Marquis family of the Empire of Moratias, an ally.

I was able to go to school until this age because I needed time to prepare for this marriage, which plays an important role in friendship between nations, but I couldn't afford to run a pen there.

To her, who hasn't seen her since that one incident, who is a dear childhood best friend, warrior friend, and family.

Freedom will be extremes for me from tomorrow.

I don't even know if I can get the letter delivered properly anymore in the current situation.

But I couldn't help but write.

Apologize to her. Give her some advice.

You don't have to forgive me, so let me pray for her happiness for saving me.

That letter may no longer reach me, always emotionally following a slouchy, rugged, unexpected episode of the laid-back countryside.

At the end of the letter, I owe all my happiness to you. Next time you'll be happy. And she's bound to write about it. Maybe that life of hers will be over by now.

I'm sure it's too late.

Because she doesn't know anything about being trapped in that territory so that she can be isolated from the public.

Because I don't know anything.

I don't think it's okay if I get caught.

I don't think I need to know anything.

If she is happy.

Though I will be far away from you now, I will be truly unable to interfere with you.

I want you to let me pray.

So at least let me pass on my penance and love one last time.