"Do I have to get married?"
Ella, a Witch Princess, was fighting a war against the humans. To end it, she is married to someone from the Edelin Empire. Her husband is a slaughterer, the Black Reaper. He is a knight known throughout the continent, Du...
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Should I ran away?
My whole body was on edge, but i could only force myself to forget such a thought. I was worried that I would actually run away without even realizing it. Unfortunately, I was in a moving carriage and wearing a tight dress. Even if I ran away I would've been caught. Where was he?
"These are looser than i expected."
My wrists had been bound together by ugly, iron shackles. If course, I knew such treatment was unavoidable here. To them, I was no different from a terrible monster.
"Who agreed to this? Why should we be at peace with witches?"
"They are beasts! Savages!"
I sighed. Yes, I'm a witch.
Let's start from the very beginning. Today was my wedding, but bo one would congratulate me. My opponent, or husband I suppose, was Duke Havel, nephew to the human emperor. Among the humans, he was known as the Black reaper. He and I were the main characters of this wedding.
"Oh dear, His Lordship is so unlucky. What should we do?"
"His Majesty is too cruel. He can't do this to our lord!"
"How is this any different from offering our lord as a sacrifice for the witch?"
...This wasn't a fairy tale. The vassals lamented their lord's fate. To them, I was going to eat their duke. Do i look like I want to be married, At this point, I'm getting pretty upset. I didn't threaten the duke and begged to marry him. On the contrary, I'm also a victim. It was all because of that letter, which brought me here in the first place.
[I, Julius VII, the Emperor of the Edelin Empire, hereby declare our 400-year war against the witches has come to an end. The witches must abide by this announcement.]
It demanded us to surrender. Words were nothing more than suggestions, and this was but an act of intimidation. If we refused, they would continue to torment us. Yes, let's just end the war and form an alliance. This was coming from someone who started the war.
It was ridiculous. This land originally belonged to the witches; it used to be full of mana, but not anymore. It was all because of the humans who drove us out and continued to grow in population. The witches fought back, but it wasn't enough against the tens of thousands of humans. Eventually, many of us were hunted down and killed. The few remaining witches had no choice but to give up our land and live behind a barrier. Our new home was called Kartelle.
400 years later, the humans agreed to sign a peace treaty, so the witches should surrender and leave the safety of Kartelle.
[As a gesture of peace, I shall welcome a Witch Princess as a bride to the Edelin Empire.]
This was the source of my current predicament. Instead of promising everlasting peace, the human emperor demanded a Witch Princess. I didn't think that was fair. The Witch Queen shared the same sentiment. Since she had to respond within a day after receiving the letter, I was chosen over my three sisters.
