The Romance Fantasy Novel MC is Only Into Me

“This is our first meeting… right?”
“No.”
That evening, Ransell had to hear a firm reply from Marigold as she strode boldly toward his bed.
“I have known you for a long time, Ransell. Through countless loops of time, until arriving at this very moment. That’s our fate.”
“Known me for a long time?”
“Please listen, Ransell. I actually remember my past lives. We’ve met many times within them. It’s true, surprisingly so.”
“Are you serious?”
“Look at my expression. I’m serious.”

‘This one. She never intended to hide it from the start.’
As Marigold crept closer and finally climbed onto his waist, Ransell broke out in a cold sweat.
“The life we spent together, sharing love, promising forever. The life where you said you’d live only for me…! I remember it all. You may not believe it now, but you will soon.”
“……?”

Was that really so?
“Please believe me, Ransell.”
There was a reason he kept his identity as a time traveler a secret from Marigold.

If once it became known, he could never return again. So he reserved it as a last resort.
“I swear it here.”
But Marigold...
“Just as you gave me your entire life, I will give you mine.”

Her body, honed as if through sword training, had grown significantly this cycle.
Even most maids had to look up slightly to see her.
That was why Marigold’s presence on his body felt more intense than ever.

“Ransell.”
As she slowly leaned forward, their faces came close.
So close he could feel her hot breath, Ransell read a different emotion on her face than ever before.

“Shall I tell you a secret?”
 
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[Fallen Noble Lady Simulation]
Writing the schedule for the first week of August.

Monday – Tour the mansion. (Location: Dante family mansion)
Tuesday – Rest at the mansion. (Location: Dante family garden)
Wednesday – Walk the Dante Marquisate. (Location: Dante territory)
Thursday – Sword training. (Location: Dante family training ground)
Friday – Part-time work. (Location: Dante training ground)
Saturday – Rest at the mansion. (Location: Dante family garden)
Sunday – Rest at the mansion. (Location: Dante family garden)
※ It’s the first week as Ransell Dante’s legitimate and lawful fiancée! It might get busy from now on, so I should enjoy myself fully while I can!
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-Monday.
For some reason, Marigold was drawing intense attention from the maids within the Dante Marquisate.
“We’ll do it! Mary Mary-nim!”
“I was going to clean only Ransell-nim’s room...”
“Please rest comfortably, Mary Mary-nim!”

Marigold, searching for Ransell’s belongings but getting chased away, wore a disappointed expression.
In her hand was Ransell’s treasured handkerchief—not yet washed.
“Couldn’t you leave some of Ransell-nim’s things untouched…? Just a few more…!”
What exactly was her goal in trying to clean with her own hands? Ransell listened from afar, sweating nervously.

-Tuesday.
“Even Mary-nim taking a nap looks cool!”
“A female knight, a destined romance, an engagement… I want to be like Mary-nim too…”
Lying asleep in the shade, Marigold was surrounded by maids clustered like honeybees by the window, watching her.

“She’s snoring!”
“So cool!”
‘Is that really cool…?’
Passing by and seeing this, Ransell could hardly hide his disbelief.

-Wednesday.
“I’m right. Pina’s words are always extreme. If I take Ransell-nim along and follow my plan soon... what? Wh-what are you saying? I don’t exactly… It’s not like I don’t think about it at all…”
“Mary-nim talking to herself is cool too!”
“I heard nobles compete with words in social circles; is this practice for that?”
“Ah!”
“I thought Mary-nim was just muttering alone…”
“There’s always a reason.”

Even when muttering to the empty air, Marigold’s figure was full of fascination.
“Hoo! Ha!”
While swinging her sword to train, most of the young maids in the mansion gathered to watch her.

Whoosh!
The blade was wrapped heavily in cloth with heavy metal weights dangling. From afar, it looked like she was swinging a massive blunt weapon.
Vwoom!

The sound of wind cutting sharply echoed fiercely.
“Hup…!”
The weapon was so heavy that even most adult men couldn’t lift it.

Yet Marigold swung it effortlessly, without the slightest wobble, maintaining the same posture consistently.
“Three thousand swings!”
Having reached her goal, Marigold stretched her arms.

Her hair gleamed with sweat in the sunset.
“Ha, that’s enough for today…”
When drenched Marigold put the sword away, the maids rushed out as if they had been waiting.

“Mary-nim! Here’s a towel!”
“I have one too! I’m a wet towel!”
“Uh… th-thank you?”
The maids’ eyes looked at Marigold awkwardly, like worshippers gazing upon an idol.
No knight or son of the mansion had ever been treated so devotedly.

Especially Ransell, who was considered a precious treasure. Even the servants occasionally talked back to him.
“It’s because Ransell-nim is easy to get along with, hehe.”
‘Hmm.’

Having lived somewhat lazily, the treatment he received at home was astonishing.
“Honestly, Mary-nim might be a waste.”
“I heard that.”
“S-sorry!”
The young maids fled en masse.

“Ransell-nim, you know I wasn’t serious, right? Here, these are madeleines I baked. Yep.”
“...Alright.”
Though it sounded sincere to anyone.
Late afternoon, Ransell calmly accepted the maid’s apology over tea.

Honestly, he didn’t feel bad. After all, he had indeed been living sloppily this cycle—a scoundrel, gambler, wanderer, kleptomaniac, loafer...
“Still, it worked out well.”
The eldest son of the Dante family.

Rio Dante laughed beside him.
“That just means your fiancée’s a good person. Honestly, I agree that Mary is too good for you.”
“...Yes.”
“Thanks to Mary, both I and Father have one less worry.”
He set down his teacup and continued with relief.

“When I heard you were always running away and wasting family fortune, I thought finally our family had a worthless son… but you brought home such a decent woman, maybe you’ll grow up now.”
Will he really mature now, after hundreds of years?
Ransell closed his eyes and let his brother’s nagging roll off one ear.

“By the way.”
Kyle Dante, the second son sitting on the terrace railing, spoke up.
“About this woman named Mary. Aren’t you curious if she’s really skilled?”

“Didn’t you hear from the maids that she swings a heavy sword thousands of times during training?”
“No, training and real battle are different. How about asking Father to set up a match? You’d want to see how good your wife is with a sword, right?”
“I’m not curious at all.”
“I’m curious.”
“Annoying.”
“Then help set up the opportunity. Not just because of Mary, but the Captain of the Knights came home after a long time, so the family should check everyone’s sword skills. Right?”
The Dante family’s guards and retainers all possessed skills on par with knights.
They had to be ready to fight and earn honors anytime.

Kyle used that as an excuse.
“While we’re at it, I’ll check your skills too. Do you even train?”
He poked Ransell’s forehead.

“When was the last time you held a sword, you brat?”
Ransell used to dislike Kyle constantly getting under his skin.
But now, he had no particular thoughts.

He had beaten Kyle down a few times, clearing up past grudges.
‘Yeah. That’s enough beating. As a gentleman, I’ll tolerate it.’
Still, he didn’t want to be too harsh because they were brothers. That was all.

“If you lose to your wife in a duel, that’d be something to see, Ransell. Haha! It’ll be known in the archipelago—a knight husband beaten by his own wife with a sword. Pfft, hahaha!”
Should I beat him again?
As anger surged, Ransell sipped his tea and calmed himself.

“Why bother with inspections? Just go hunting or something, then it makes sense.”
“Eh, boring.”
“Still.”
Rio looked at Ransell.
“Hunting usually leads to lots of fun stories. Right?”

Seeing Rio wink, Ransell grimaced. What cunning plan was he scheming now?
“By the way, is it true, Ransell?”
“What?”
“The story about you and your fiancée leaving the house next year. Traveling around the continent and going to the archipelago?”
“Ah, that…”
Ransell recalled Marigold’s voice from not long ago.

Her whispering with utmost seriousness, her ‘secret leak’.
.
.
.
“Shall I tell you a secret?”
“...What secret?”

Marigold’s expression was more serious than ever. Her eyes seemed to tremble, and her lips quivered slightly.
It wasn’t just his imagination; he realized this a moment later when Marigold hunched her shoulders and spoke.
“If things go on like this, Ransell… Ransell…”
“Me?”
“Ransell…”

Marigold suddenly hugged him tightly. “Ugh!” The pressure was so strong he almost couldn’t breathe.
This cycle’s Marigold was thoroughly on the physical route.
Ransell was increasingly losing confidence to handle her on the bed. He wished he had trained beforehand.

After patting her back lightly for a while to calm her, Marigold finally spoke.
“...Ransell, you’re going to die.”