The Romance Fantasy Novel MC is Only Into Me

"......"

Aldehar of Lukia.
Objectively, he was an excellent match as a spouse.
His somewhat cold impression and inscrutable personality were the only minor concerns. He was the man who would soon become the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Lukia upon graduation from the academy.

Marrying Aldehar?
That meant becoming queen. Though not as prestigious as the Empress of the Empire, it was still an incredible rise in status.
Probably closer to a proper ending than any of the endings Marigold had made herself.

But.
"Yeah... you did well."
For some reason, Ransell said that. He himself was embarrassed.

By common sense, he should have said, "Don't throw away your luck; go confess to him right now!" which would have been better for her.
But he didn’t say that.
It was almost instinct.
"......Yes......"

Marigold nodded with trembling eyes in the light.
Ransell felt her fingers fidgeting to find his hand from beneath his waist.
‘Mary. You really have no eye for men.’

In this loop, all Ransell had done was follow and torment Marigold. At least, that's what he thought.
Yet she chose him.
She would shove him away grumbling, puff up her cheeks like a pufferfish just because he sided with the knights, and mutter an unheard-of phrase, "Knight corruption," with a pout.

But as they spent more time together, that wall quickly crumbled. Before he knew it, she was the one closest to him.
"Th-then, I’ll be going now......"
Marigold disappeared outside the tent.

Swoooosh—!
Only the sound of rain echoed again.
"Ransell."

Then.
A youthful voice suddenly came from below.
It was the 7th Prince.

"Are you awake?"
"Does Ransell like that woman?"
"......I don’t know."
"Really? You had a face like you did."

No way.
Ransell always had a blank expression in front of Marigold. He was consciously trying to appear so; that was certain.
"He doesn’t dislike her."

"Does he like her?"
"He’s rather fond of her."
"Is that so?"

The 7th Prince smiled broadly.
"Shall I let them marry?"
"Huh?"

How sincere the 7th Prince’s words were that day was hard to tell right away.
Because it took quite a long time before Ransell met him again.
.
.
.

"The 7th Prince recommended Mary as the magician to participate in the Foundation Ceremony."
"The 7th Prince recommended Miss Mary?"
"That’s not all."

A few days later, the school principal and Laura spoke with serious faces.
"He even recommended her as a candidate for court magician. The 7th Prince himself…! At this rate, Miss Mary might enter the royal court even before Professor Laura!"
"Heop!"
From that moment, Marigold’s life began to go very well.

23.
‘Is this the peak of Marigold’s life?’
After spending two days and one night with Ransell and the 7th Prince, Marigold’s life began to steadily follow a smooth road, as if repaying the misfortunes she had suffered in the past.

"Miss Mary is pushing aside Aldehar to open the Foundation Ceremony?"
"I heard Aldehar handed over the position cleanly with no complaints."
"Lies!"

‘Lies!’
Ransell wanted to shout the same.
The genius magician Aldehar, who was basically pre-designated, stepped down without any protest.

Why?
Was it because he liked Marigold? Wanted to look good to her? Wanted to date her? Wanted to marry her?
No, that was impossible.

He was the pride of the Kingdom of Lukia. He wouldn’t give up first place so easily for such petty reasons.
Moreover, he was skilled enough diplomatically to dismiss even a recommendation from the young 7th Prince.
After all, he was the crown prince candidate. Even if you judged lowly, he was on a level far above a little prince in the line of succession.

Yet he stepped aside.
For Marigold.
‘That’s surprising.’

Anyway, it was a good thing.
24.
One day.

Two days.
Three days.
One week.

One month.
Half a year.
‘Time flies.’

Spending time well was definitely Ransell’s talent.
But the time after that day flew past him like an arrow.
Perhaps because there were no particularly stimulating incidents or troubles. Or maybe everything went smoothly without a hitch.

Anyway, the important thing was ‘Time passes too fast!’
Yes.
Almost unnaturally so.

—Playtime, Year 3.
"Mary, top student of the Academy Magic Department."
On the first day of the Foundation Ceremony, Marigold demonstrated her magic before all the nobles and royals.

It was a magnificent magic that sent hundreds of bursts of flame soaring into the sky. Marigold received the praise of everyone watching.
"Excellent, my disciple!"
Baron Janice shouted, dropping all pretenses in excitement at the splendid fireworks. Watching Marigold’s colorful magic explosions, Ransell briefly sank into memories.

—Playtime, Year 4.
"Success! Finally succeeded!"
That year, Baron Janice’s airship flew through the sky over the archipelago.

Ransell saw for the first time in centuries that his research succeeded.
It always either crashed or exploded before, so could this also be because of Marigold?
He didn’t know.

—Playtime, Year 5.
"Top of the Academy Magic Department! Mary!"
Marigold finally graduated top of the academy. Ransell also quit his temporary professor position at that time.

"Ransell-nim!"
Holding a bouquet and smiling brightly, Marigold’s head was gently patted by Ransell.
"Well done."

—Playtime, Year 6.
"New court magician, Mary. Please take care of her."
The year Marigold, having mastered the 4th rank of magic, entered the royal court.

Recommended actively by the 7th Prince, she was selected as court magician and began busy days.
Research, experiments, study, meditation, training, collecting specimens, and more.
"Magic… magic… love magic…"

"Where did your old spirit go?"
Ransell always saw her return with tired eyes.
—Playtime, Year 7.

That year, Marigold began learning the 5th rank of magic.
It was the stage of a truly high-level magician. No one on this land dared to ignore her anymore.
"Congratulations, Mary. Or should I say, Baron Mary now?"

The 7th Prince personally came to her with a congratulatory gift.
Now the world called her ‘Baron Mary’. Though hereditary rank was still lacking, she had joined the ranks of nominal nobles.
"How is it, Ransell-nim?"

"Yeah, ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) yeah. It suits you."
"Be a little kinder!"
Marigold proudly wore the royal robe decorated with golden embroidery. Ransell felt a sense of awe.

—Playtime, Year 8.
"I have nothing left to teach you. Mary, you’re now qualified to learn the 6th rank of magic. You’re my pride."
Marigold finally surpassed Janice.

The 6th rank.
She became one of the top ten magicians in the entire empire.
"Shall I be your master from now on?"

"Heh heh heh, you arrogant kid."
Janice prepared for retirement that year.
Watching the airships flying several times daily over the archipelago and his well-grown disciple, Janice was lost in satisfaction that he had achieved everything he wanted.

"Take good care of Mary if I don’t return, Ransell. Looking back, our meeting might really have been fate."
"You still have many years left, don’t start your will yet. Save it for later."
"Who knows. This might really be my will. People don’t always die when they’re supposed to. I have no regrets. That thing in the sky will leave my name in this empire’s history."

Janice hugged Marigold briefly and boarded the train.
Saying last he would spend his remaining days quietly training magic.
—Playtime, Year 9.

"You two should get on with it. Engagement."
"Huh?"
That year, under the arrangement of the 7th Prince, Ransell and Marigold became engaged once again.

Just like the day he married the third most beautiful noblewoman of the archipelago, Lady Iceford, Ransell and Marigold’s engagement proceeded so quickly there was no room to refuse by any powers.
Aldehar also attended the ceremony.
He had a somewhat bitter expression but simply clapped silently and left. That was all.

"May neither good nor evil, death nor time, nor eternity itself separate these two!"
Marriage.
Engagement.

Was it the second ceremony already? Or the third? Or the fourth if you counted loosely?
Who cares.
"You two, kiss."

Ransell once again became engaged to Marigold for some unknown count of times.
"Oh! So now I become part of a knightly family, Ransell-nim?"
"……Is that what’s bothering you now?"

"A-a little."
"……"
When will all that knight hatred disappear? Ransell chuckled bitterly.

—Playtime, Year 10.
Ransell followed Marigold into the royal court.
From knight and magician to professor and academy student, and then to royal knight and court magician.

In the archipelago, storybooks depicting the tales of Ransell and Marigold began to be sold. Anyone who didn’t know might think it was a strange relationship.
"Ransell-nim."
Though they rarely found time to meet amid busy schedules,

Still, Marigold looked happy.
Yes.
She looked happy.

Everything had gone smoothly; the whole world warmly embraced her. She had never experienced such a thing in all her years.
No war, no rebellion, no tragedy.
In the fleeting passage of time, Marigold felt small but definite happiness.

‘This loop ends here.’
Thus began the tenth year.
—Playtime, Day 1, Year 10.

And.
Ransell’s regression ended.
"Huh?"

Yes.
The long, long regression of hundreds of years came to an end.
So empty. In just a single moment.

"Lies, right?"
"Yes?"
The 25-year-old magician Marigold, still youthful in appearance, tilted her head in confusion before him.

"What sudden nonsense are you talking about, Ransell-nim?"
In front of her, the 28-year-old Ransell grasped his head, his thoughts completely stopped.
"I made this so you’d be more touched. It’s a birthday table I prepared by staying up all night. It was terribly hard to prepare in the middle of my busy schedule."

"No."
Ransell was embarrassed.
"This is... huh?"

"......Yes?"
What the hell was going on, really?