The Reason for Marriage

“Eve, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life, not seeing the biggest trial in history.”

Reina giggled with her arms around Eve’s shoulders as she came to work rubbing her eyes at dawn.

“Still, I didn’t go through a lot of trouble because Kayden Ruth stopped me, so it’s okay. If you had been there, you would have raked up all the dirty, terrible evidence.”

Iveca’s face, which was grinning at Reina, showed no uneasy expression from three and a half years ago. The comfortable way of speaking, tired but clear eyes, and not so awkward gestures were all natural.

“That’s true. Sid was on the team, and he said he’d seen all the horrible things he’d seen in 10 years. When will you finish your report? Let’s have a drink afterwards, okay. We haven’t seen each other in months.”

“Don’t you think a person can stay up for two nights?”

Iveca stretched and rubbed her eyes. Sid and Reina were much older seniors than Iveca, whom she had never met in college. Her colleagues who knew her since college did not get close to her, but instead, she got close to Reina and Sid, who was on her first mission together.

In particular, Reina, who was rolling her eyes at her at the beginning, gave her warm words and took care of her like a sister

It was three and a half years. For three and a half years, Iveca had been doing well in the Bureau of Investigation. It was only one of her duties to insincerely become a percussion player in the Royal Music Troupe, Eve Jean, and acted as bubbly, talkative, downfallen aristocrat Lady. Since she was originally an aristocrat, it was easy for her to act like an aristocrat ignoring the commoners. All she had to do was imitate her immature youngest sister, Eria.

In addition, Iveca has been involved in many dangerous and secret missions because of her excellent memorization skills. The more work she was assigned to, the more she felt confident as she was being recognized by the Bureau of Investigation.

The memory of when she was in the Count estate, who was doing good at everything, but no one paid attention to her, has already become unfamiliarly distant. That’s how much she changed not only her appearance but also her inner self.

“Okay, then the day after tomorrow, let’s drink with Sid and the three of us should drink like a fish. Did anything fun happen with some pretty guys in the countryside?”

“There was a cute-looking boy among the sons of the Lord of Ephesus, so we met lightly and broke up in tears. His looks were my style, but I was a little bit tired of seeing him for more than a month. I managed to stop him from coming along to other local tours.”

Reina laughed at Iveca’s natural words. Iveca lived as an ‘Eve Jean’ and was also free to date lightly. Shortly after she joined the Bureau of Investigation, she told Reina about her Anriq. Reina pushed her to forget about him and go out freely.

‘Hey, what’s bad about commoners? It’s good that you can date anyone without thinking about reputation!’

Reina and Iveca became close because Reina was acting a fool most of the time and was considered a freak among the investigation staff. Reina never judged what Iveca said, no matter how noble she was, and Iveca liked it.

‘He can’t ignore the Count’s kindness? So, you need to do political marriage? That mean bastard, I would rather be cut off because he did not see me as a woman. And you don’t like him. You were attracted to him because he was your only friend. Was it real? Just go out with another guy. Then you’ll know it’s nothing.’

Iveca took Reina’s advice and had a few casual relationships. At first, she had a hard time because she had no eyes for men, so she suffered a lot and shed tears a few times, but after three and a half years she reached a point where all men looked like nothing. If Reina wanted Iveca to be like her, it was a huge success.

“I’ll hear how cute you guys were on the day after tomorrow. Write your report well.”

Reina messed her hair once and left her desk. Iveca laughed and stretched out to write a report in earnest. Her left hand with the pen moved busily.

She was left-handed, but until she entered the Bureau of Investigation, she ate and wrote with her right hand. However, after entering the Bureau of Investigation, she began to write with her left hand by living as ‘Eve Jean’, and her handwriting became better and much prettier.

However, within twenty minutes, she had to face Sid, who brought her a cup of aromatic coffee.

“Eve, the chief’s calling.”

Sid was a man with blue hair and a cute boyish appearance, a typical investigator who looked younger than he was but blunt and quiet. Rather, he seemed to be close friends with Reina, who was lacking here and there. Maybe it was because their opposite personalities complimented each other.