What Did You Just Say Your Wife’s Name Is?! 👿

Eriq’s most hated person in his entire life?

No one else.

Just that Knight Captain.

What, you think he’d hate his own royal brother instead?

Even though he and Solor fought until the sky went dark and even poisoned their own father in the process, in Eriq’s heart, Solor never counted as a “hated guy.”

On the contrary, Eriq even felt Solor needed him quite a lot.

Without him, how would they play their little “good cop, bad cop” act?

Without him, how could Solor become the benevolent ruler beloved by the people?

So even though Eriq died in the end, he still believed his position in Solor’s heart might not have been that low.

…Though admittedly, that sounds like self-comfort.

Facing the captain’s greeting, Elli openly showed her disgust.

In the previous life the two of them barely interacted beyond mutually annoying each other.

In this life it was the same—Elli had no intention of giving him a pleasant expression.

Return my “Red Crow,” damn it!

How dare he take the assassin she had personally raised to kill him, turn her into his wife, and even have her raise a sword against Elli?!

Elli looked at that grinning man and truly wished she could slap him across the face.

“Sorry, Egmard.

Elli hasn’t been feeling well lately.

You know she was sick for a while…”

Noticing Elli glaring sharply at the man, Solor awkwardly smiled and tried to explain.

Egmard?

Hearing that name, Elli froze for a moment.

Wasn’t this man’s name supposed to be Yarman—oh, right.

Yarman was a false name.

As a child, he had been kidnapped by a greedy uncle, losing his family, his title, even his original name.

In his youth he took refuge under Solor and became “Yarman Systalia.”

So now… being called Egmard again could only mean he had not gone through those hardships and had grown up peacefully.

“Egmard Skarsia?”

“Hmm?

Yes, Your Highness.

Do you have an order?”

Elli spoke the name instinctively.

The man called Egmard shifted his gaze from Solor to her, confirming it—this was indeed the Egmard who lived a “normal” life.

Which meant… her damned lifelong nemesis was now living happily and comfortably?

Elli swallowed unhappily, her arms crossing instinctively into a “ready to interrogate” pose.

Her eyebrows carried a sharpness unbecoming of “Elli,” enough to make even Solor feel a chill.

“…”

“…You…”

Elli paused, then asked with a dark expression:

“Are you married?”

“😦…?”

Egmard froze at the bizarre question.

He looked helplessly toward Solor, almost asking with his eyes—what is wrong with your sister?

“……😨?!”

As for Solor—his face instantly went green.

His good little sister suddenly asking a handsome man of similar age whether he was married—what was that supposed to mean?

What?!

What does this mean?!

Egmard was a good man, yes, and Solor’s close friend for years, but—what does this MEAN?!

“Elli, Elli, I—you—no, wait—little sister, Egmard is indeed a fine man, but, but—

Okay, I know you’re an adult now, but… ah—uh… you know?”

Elli’s question had short-circuited Solor’s calculating brain completely.

He stammered nonsense while giving her a look meaning “you understand what I mean, right?”

Did Elli understand?

Probably.

She knew the question could easily be misunderstood.

And Solor clearly misunderstood.

And she also knew that from the perspective of royal interest, Yarman—no, Egmard—had low rank.

His accessories were minimal, his fabric not luxurious; clearly not from a wealthy house.

If the princess married him, it would be meaningless politically.

It would count as “marrying downward.”

Even their children might have to take the royal surname.

Back when she was the Second Prince, Elli had joked inwardly that if she’d been born a girl, she wouldn’t need to fight for the throne and could instead strengthen the nation through marriage alliances.

Now she truly was female.

Though daily life still felt strange sometimes, she had already prepared herself for the fate of becoming a political sacrifice.

After all, she had been willing to throw away her life—why would she cling to something as vague as “future happiness”?

Her previous self didn’t even have a future.

But—was that all Solor was worried about?

Was he concerned that his sister might one day be married off to a high noble or to a foreign royal family?

He looked troubled, staring at his serious-faced sister, lips opening and closing as though he had much to say but no way to form the words.

“Ah—well… Your Highnesses…

How should I put this…

I actually already have someone I love.

In a few years, once we’re ready, we plan to marry.

Thank you for your attention to someone like me.”

Seeing both royals tangled in awkward misunderstanding, Egmard simply bowed and spoke the truth, hoping to resolve the absurd topic.

“Oh?”

Solor secretly sighed in relief.

Elli, however, raised an eyebrow—very interested.

Already loved someone?

Then he wouldn’t be stealing her Red Crow, right?

“So you already have someone you fancy?

Who is she?

What’s her name?”

Elli even softened her voice intentionally, afraid Egmard might be intimidated and lie.

“She… she’s a girl from my village.

We grew up together.

Her name is… is—Ifliya.”

“Ah, so it’s If—😌”

…😧

—Ifliya?! 😨

Isn’t that my Red Crow?!

How did she become this bastard’s childhood sweetheart?!

What kind of shitty world-line shift is this?!

Why does this annoying guy get a happy life and my Red Crow as his wife?!

How can one person hog all the good things?!!

“Yes…

We grew up together.

She’s at my estate now, and in a little while we plan to wed—

Ugh… Your Highness…

Why did you kick me—?”