Epilogue

Hello, I am Gwen Bedivere. I am now running away from my radical older brother.

I sometimes wonder why heaven sent me to be born alongside Gilbert Bedivere? My father is a bit weak, I mean, he is softhearted and not very strict. My mother is even easier, but why does my brother always try so hard to teach me?

I skipped school and burned my brother's book, and now I am crawling on the floor, tut-tutting and telling the housemaids not to expose me! I crawl until I come to a halt in front of someone's leather shoes, which is no longer amusing, especially when the owner of that leather shoes squints, and then he grabs my collar to lift me, which makes me want to cry even more.

The more I look at the pretty girl's face, ptui, the white-haired boy with rainbow eyes in front of me, the more fearful tears stream down my cheeks.

“What the heck are you doing?”

The person in front of me is Hareve Lancelot...my fiancé.

Yes, my fiancé.