"No, wasn't it?"
Mash wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, her expression still somewhat stiff.
That scared me to death.
No, rather, it was just... In any case, this was far too absurd.
The very idea of Miss Ophelia becoming someone's fiancée was already incredibly hard to believe—let alone becoming the fiancée of a Heroic Spirit Servant.
"Of course not."
There was a trace of coldness in Ophelia's gaze as she looked at Napoleon.
"I am one of the seven chosen Crypters. I severed my connection to mundane matters like marriage long ago."
"Besides, Mash Galahad, have you forgotten?"
She narrowed her eyes and gently shook her head.
"The world we once lived in disappeared long ago. It was bleached white."
"In other words, the social framework humanity built no longer exists. An engagement? What a laughable word."
"In a world where families, interpersonal relationships, and society itself have all vanished, why even speak of such things? What exists now is only the world of the Lostbelts."
She spread her hands and raised her chin slightly.
"This is the new society—the finest model for regulating the new humanity."
"Just look at Scandinavia. Things like marriage simply do not exist here."
"And you—"
Before Ophelia could finish, Napoleon's even louder voice drowned her out.
"I proposed to you!!!"
"And—you didn't refuse!!!"
He said it with tremendous force.
So much force that everyone froze in place, wondering how he had managed to say something so self-righteous and utterly illogical.
"So this is... a fiancée?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips twitched.
It seemed he needed to reevaluate Mr. Napoleon. Somehow, he felt dangerously—or perhaps troublesome—in certain respects.
Norla stood there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide.
So... so this was marriage? How powerful!
"Listen, Ophelia."
Wearing an incomparably confident smile, Napoleon