Incompatible Interspecies Wives

Chapter 52: The Second Wife (4)

After Arwin left, Ner asked the elf servants to bring her some papers.

She wanted the paper to write on.

Soon, according to her request, the elves brought her a thin leather-bound book. Ner sat down, cleared her mind, and began to fill the blank pages.

'Stockpin'

That was the first word she wrote in the book.

It wasn't a decision she made after deep thought.

But it was something she felt she should do.

There was no harm in broadening her options and then making a decision. Having conversed with Arwin, she finally remembered her own goal.

Would there ever come a day when she would need this book?

She didn't know.

Because she had already realized that betraying Berg had become too difficult.

Still, the thought that she shouldn't be by Berg's side grew increasingly strong.

This was what she thought when she killed her emotions and considered the matter objectively.

Berg, being human, could love many women.

Ner didn't like that human trait.

As a mercenary, Berg continually gambled with his life

Ner hated that aspect of a mercenary.

While he wasn't a seer...

"...No."

....Berg had a way of burrowing into her heart.

She would never love him... but she would keep him as a friend.

Yet, if—just if—she ever started to like him, she couldn't even predict how painful and difficult the future would be.

Just considering the facts she had already listed, pain lay ahead.

Different cultures, different races...there would be too many arguments and too much pain inflicted.

Happiness seemed far off.

So perhaps she should act before getting any closer to him.

She didn't want to regret it in the future.

Hadn't she already approved Arwin's marriage proposal for that very reason?

This was a predetermined sequence.

"..."

Ner looked down at her white tail.

Then she shook her head vigorously from side to side.

Only Berg had ever told her that her tail was beautiful, but she pushed that fact to the back of her mind.

Suppressing her emotions, she continued to write, like a soulless doll.

In the process, her eyes caught the sight of the ring on the little finger of her left hand, which rested on the desk.

"..."

But Ner moved her left hand under the table and continued writing.

-Knock Knock.

"Ner?"

"Huh!"

Startled by the sudden voice calling her name, Ner hastily closed the book.

-Thunk!

When she turned around, there stood Berg, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, opening the door with his timorous eyes.

"...What's the matter? Why are you so surprised?"