I Don't Want To Do a Romantic Comedy With a Villain! - Chapter 168

Episode 168

Epilogue: Last Chapter (3)

It seemed like Neriant’s sharp voice could be heard.

And what an uproar it was. With Ceteran out of the picture, Nelsie recruited nobles from here and there to try and overthrow him, but they failed miserably.

Even Vehen, who should have supported Nelsie, sided with Ceteran, so how pitiful it must have been.

Nelsie was pinned down in the Empress’ palace. Ceteran said he was busy gathering evidence to put Nelsie in prison. Evidence of intending to harm Tedric, evidence of striking oneself, and so on.

Perhaps due to Ceteran’s character, it wouldn’t come to execution, but Nelsie would have to live a miserable life without ever grasping the power she had always desired.

Neriant’s reputation was quite good. During the revolution, she gained tremendous support from the common people for lying in the streets.

Because of that, even the nobles, who were wary of the commoners, outwardly praised Neriant and supported her.

Min-joo replied, drawing her eyeliner in a discreet line.

“I heard it’s okay. She’s quite popular. Neriant.”

“That’s true. Um… Min-joo.”

“Yes?”

After finishing applying eyeliner and curling her eyelashes with mascara, Min-joo answered with her mouth half open.

“Um, how is His Highness the former Crown Prince doing?”

Min-joo’s hand twitched and stopped.

Seeing Min-joo’s reaction, Chichen sweated, saying there was no need to answer.

‘Tedric…’

After expanding his business and establishing himself in a noble society, Tedric left for Vernige.

He left without any explanation before spring arrived, leaving only one letter behind.

Despite feeling disappointed, Min-joo wrote several letters but received no response.

It was only later that Min-joo realized what Tedric exactly wanted to say.

‘We shared the same goal, but it didn’t mean we would have a deeper friendship.’

She still felt resentful and lingering. She thought they could have been good friends.

If Tedric hadn’t closed his heart completely, they could have become good friends.

She felt regretful about her connection with Tedric, as they had spent good times together.

Smiling as she applied lipstick, Min-joo spoke.

“I’m not sure. I’ll find out later.”

“No, Min-joo. I just asked out of curiosity, so don’t worry about it.”

“I’m curious too.”

She wondered how he was doing. Whether he was doing well.

After finishing her light makeup, Min-joo brushed her bangs to cover her forehead.

Her wavy bangs gently flowed, covering her forehead.

“You look really beautiful today. I can’t tell who the bride is.”

“Really? It would be disrespectful to the real bride.”

“The Duke would be shocked.”

Would he? Min-joo looked into the mirror. Chichen was tying up her completely dry hair.

Her face underneath felt unfamiliar yet familiar. She felt like she was wearing awkward clothes on a familiar face.

Perhaps it was because she was wearing a flashy dress, unlike her usual attire. Or maybe it was because she had dressed up in a dress she usually wore without makeup.

She didn’t feel bad. She looked pretty decent even to herself.

She took out the earrings that Andy gave. The fake (but stSisterng) blue gemstones glittered brightly.

Chichen had skillfully styled her hair and brought out a new pair of shoes, and Min-joo put them on.

“I want to do your makeup when you get married.”

Blushing, Chichen shyly smiled as she looked at Min-joo standing in front of the full-length mirror.

It seemed that Chichen liked it here, so Min-joo felt even better.

Putting on a thin coat, Min-joo smiled.

“Who else but Chichen would do it? I’m always grateful.”

“You’re just flattering me.”

Chichen cheekily retorted, puffing up her cheeks. Min-joo burst into laughter.

After finishing her preparations and descending the stairs, Min-joo saw Vehen waiting in the reception room, but she couldn’t tell when he had arrived.

He always dressed neatly, but today he looked particularly elegant and tidy.

His neatly combed hair and flashy suit were adorned with glittering jewels.

‘Appearance is deceiving. Truly.’

It wasn’t a dress that would look so flashy on someone else, but it just sparkled when Vehen wore it.

Vehen noticed Min-joo and stood up. His face turned red, showing signs of embarrassment.

“Why?”

Feeling embarrassed just by Vehen’s squeaking attitude, Min-joo asked bluntly.

Vehen looked at Min-joo for a while, then cleared his throat and took her hand. Chichen and Genshtar, sensing the atmosphere of a man falling in love again, quietly retreated and watched with satisfaction.

Vehen’s gaze scrutinized Min-joo persistently.

“Because you’re beautiful. If I had known you were this beautiful, I would have dressed you up more courageously.”

“…What are you saying? Are you drooling and lying?”

“Do you allow me to lie about putting on makeup?”

“Is that a lie?”

As Min-joo playfully patted Vehen’s back of the hand, Vehen burst into playful laughter.

Gently pulling their clasped hands, he whispered into Min-joo’s ear.

“Thanks to me wearing something dull, I can make my lover shine even more.”

There are all kinds of cheesy lines.

Min-joo widened her eyes and looked up at Vehen. It didn’t matter if her face turned red or what happened next.

She thought they would be less awkward once they got used to each other, but Vehen was still adept at pushing forward like a bulldozer.

Moving to the carriage and heading to the wedding venue was also a breeze.

Vehen was busy admiring Min-joo the whole time, and Min-joo was too busy telling him to stop because his expressions felt awkward.

The wedding took place in the temple. Seeing both funerals and weddings held in the temple, it seemed to have a significant influence.

‘I’ve never been interested in religion here in the first place…….’

The temple was still white and majestic. Decorated with flowers throughout, it announced the arrival of spring along with its grand facade.

Not only nobles but also commoners could enter the temple. This was because Neriant and Ceteran, having joined forces, allowed commoners to attend the wedding.

Thanks to this, commoners could watch the wedding on a first-come, first-served basis, and there seemed to be no sign of the long queues diminishing.

Min-joo admired as she entered the temple escorted by Vehen.

“If it weren’t for you, I’d be standing there too.”

“Why?”

“Huh?”

“You’re LAdy ‘s close friend, aren’t you?”

Min-joo was also dumbfounded by Vehen’s natural response. It seemed like she had subconsciously drawn a line because she had become too accustomed to the caste system.

That’s why she had instigated the revolution. Indeed, it would be better to overthrow this caste system as soon as possible, even though it might still be a distant future.

The temple was bustling unlike when she had visited during a funeral.

Not only were the decorations different, but the attitudes of the attendees were also different.

The festive atmosphere seemed to anticipate a festival. Vehen, who prevented Min-joo from finding a seat, gestured towards the corridor.

“We should see the bride and groom first.”

“Can we?”

She thought it wouldn’t be allowed here because of the different culture. She looked forward to how beautiful Neriant, wearing a wedding dress, would look.

As she pulled Vehen to hurry, he let himself be pulled along as if he couldn’t resist.

The waiting room was separated, but the connected corridor was adorned with perfume and flowers, decorated with splendid ornaments.

It felt strange to be at someone else’s wedding.

The corridor, illuminated by wide-open windows, was so beautiful that it seemed enchanting. Walking arm in arm with Vehen, it felt as if they were getting married.

“It’s so beautiful here, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Should we decorate ours like this someday?”

“Huh?”

Arriving at the wedding venue, Vehen seemed eager to get married too.

Min-joo awkwardly changed the subject and quickened her pace. Even though Vehen repeatedly asked while sticking closely to Min-joo’s side, she didn’t answer.

Passing through the corridor, they arrived at the waiting room. Due to Min-joo’s insistence on seeing Neriant first, they visited Neriant’s waiting room first.

The room was filled with carved decorations. The woman sitting on the sofa in the center was basking in the beautiful light with her eyes closed.

“Neriant.”

“…Ah, Sister.”

Her voice was filled with drowsiness. Maybe she hadn’t slept because of the sunlight. Neriant remained true to herself even on her wedding day.

Laughing at how typically Neriant-like she looked in her military uniform, Min-joo couldn’t help but smile.

Neriant, who had stubbornly insisted on wearing a military uniform, looked beautiful like an angel descended from heaven.

Sending all the maids away for being too fussy, Neriant got up from her seat to greet Min-joo.

“Sit down. You look really beautiful today. How do you feel, Neriant?”

“Tired. I couldn’t sleep because of skin and diet management since yesterday. You look beautiful too, Sister.”

Neriant, who noticed Vehen late, casually nodded her head. Vehen also greeted politely.

“Oh, I brought my phone. Let’s take some pictures.”

“Okay, okay. Sit next to me.”

Min-joo took out her phone from her small bag and turned on the camera. Modern conveniences in this world were the best.

The photos turned out beautifully after being edited with an app. There was no need to mention how stunning Neriant looked today, all dressed up as the bride.

While guarding the door, Neriant insisted on taking pictures with Vehen and Min-joo, and then offered to take a picture of Vehen and Min-joo together.

Min-joo didn’t understand why the bride was taking pictures, but since she offered, she complied.

Vehen and Min-joo sat on the sofa, looking at Neriant.

“Oh, you should get closer. Lovers? Couple?”

Vehen and Min-joo were surprised by the cheap and rough tone, exchanging glances with each other.

Under the sunlight, Vehen’s face looked particularly sharp and clear.

His dark brown hair had a light sheen, and his refined jawline seemed to be bathed in light. His captivating appearance felt unfamiliar yet again.

“Get closer.”

Whispering, Vehen wrapped his arm around Min-joo’s shoulder. Along with Neriant’s coaxing, Min-joo looked at the camera.

The man’s large hand on her shoulder felt warm. His sturdy presence made her feel like he would protect her no matter what hardships they faced.

“I don’t know what we’re doing, but should we just smile?”

“Oh, yes. Smile.”

The photo turned out beautifully. Neriant proudly said that she had taken it well, and Min-joo agreed.

It was her first photo together with Vehen. They couldn’t take pictures outside because she couldn’t take out her phone.

It was a memorable moment. When Min-joo showed the photo to Vehen, he looked at the screen with a serious expression.

“It’s fascinating. To leave behind your appearance without drawing a picture.”

“Let’s take more photos later, the two of us. I’ll print them when I go back to Korea.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean transferring them onto paper like drawings.”

Vehen seemed skeptical if that was possible.

Neriant leaned close to Min-joo.

“Sister, then take pictures of me and Ceteran too. I want wedding photos.”

“We should. Should we take them separately after the wedding? I’ll print them and bring them when I go back to Korea.”

“And pictures with Sister too!”

Min-joo nodded. When she glanced at Vehen standing still, he couldn’t take his eyes off the phone.

Wondering what he was staring at so intently, she saw that he was looking at the picture of Min-joo and himself in the photo. As if engraving it into his memory.

“We’ll take many more pictures together.”

“…Okay.”

Whether they were happy about sharing many things or just liked taking pictures, their smiling faces were so adorable that she promised to take many more pictures with him in the future.

Enough to fill up frames and albums, more than they could display.