A Stepmother’s Marchen

The iron widow, the spider widow, marchen.

The male hunter, the witch of Neuwanstein castle, the embarrassment of noble ladies.

Whom are all these titles pointing to? It’s none other than me, the Marquis Shuri Van Neuwanstein.

Is there anyone else in this Empire who has as many nicknames as me?

I know it‘s not something to be proud of, but I don‘t care.

Because it’s not important what people say about me.

The only thing that matters is the fact that I have kept the family of Neuwanstein and my children safe until this day.

Yes, I kept my promise with him till the end.

Of course, it’s a bit awkward to call them my children. Since they are practically at the same age as my brothers and sisters. Children who don’t share even a single drop of blood with me, but they are my children regardless.

Even though they have never called me mother. I still raised those four children.

And tomorrow is the day when I will finally be able to see the fruit of my labor. What is the special occasion?

It’s my eldest son Jeremy’s Marriage Day.

A Stepmother’s Marchen

It’s finally that day!

As soon as he becomes the Prince’s Sword, the Lion of the self-proclaimed Neuwanstein, and signs his wedding vows, he will finally become the posthumous work of his father, Johannes Von Neuwanstein.

And the lovely lady, the daughter of Duke of Heinrich, is known as the most beautiful woman in the Yellow Sea.

Ah, I’m so moved to tears. It’s like just yesterday when you were almost dying of measles.

The countless tough times that I’ve been through without a hitch, my tough times at last have come to an end .

I feel rewarded for all the troubles I went through! Let’s drink to celebrate this day!
….but it was only a great illusion.

Who did it? I can’t even think straight anymore, I feel so dumb. I don’t even know what to take the situations as, let alone say anything.

“As I said, yes. He wanted to come say this on his own…but since he was busy with the wedding preparations, I asked him to let me come in his stead. He doesn’t want you to attend the wedding.”

A beautiful lady calmly told me as I held my head in my hands in frustration.

She’s Jeremy’s fiance and the princess of this wedding of the century, Ohara Von Heinrich.

Is it just my misunderstanding that the curly, wavy, pale blond hair and the fantastic blush of purple eyes seem to hold the light of strange pity?

“But why didn’t he tell me this in person?”

“You know he’s crazy busy right now. I’m sorry, I hardly got any time. I was trying to convince you…….”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. Whatever he says, I’m obliged to attend your wedding at Bandhsi. That’s what he’s… ”

“To be exact, I was asked to tell you this.”

The princess, who chose her words carefully while taking a deep breath with a look of unwillingness, said Jeremy’s words as if she were spitting it out.