Chapter 46
My encounter with Lady Noir was nothing short of seismic.
"A black-haired maiden shall bring ruin upon the White Clan."
My parents, who took that prophecy to heart, kept me under house arrest.
From childhood, I was forbidden to leave—trapped alone in a dark mansion without even servants.
"You, who bring calamity upon the White Clan, are no daughter of ours! Never approach us again!"
"Disgusting…! Why did you have to be born? Don’t you dare touch me!"
It was unbearable. Lonely. Agonizing. Suffocating.
And then—he appeared.
Amidst black storm clouds, she came.
And as he slaughtered every last member of the White Clan—the very ones who’d tormented my parents and me.
"L-Lumière! Save us, hurry—GYAAAAAAAAAH!!"
"We beg you! We’ll atone, just spare—KAAAAAAAH!!"
Mercy. Salvation. Pleas for life. None of it mattered. In an instant, the White Clan was erased, thunderclaps scattering them like dust.
Stunned, I could only stare—until he spoke to me.
"A lovely girl. What is your name?"
"Eh…?"
"Your name."
"L-Lumière."
"I see. A beautiful name, fitting for you. I am Noir. Last descendant of the former Black Clan. Now then, Lumière—"
"Y-Yes?!"
"Become my wife."
"…What?"
"Love at first sight, they call it. I’ve never met a girl as radiant as you. Marry me."
"But I’m… the White Clan’s cursed child. I’m not… beautiful…"
"The White Clan is dead. A relic of the past. And your ‘curse’ means nothing to me. I want you—that’s all."
"You… want me?"
"I do. I’ll say it as often as needed: Be my wife, Lumière. Take my hand, and I swear you’ll become the luckiest woman in the world."
"The… luckiest…"
Before I realized it, my hand was in his.
The prophecy had come true. By wedding Noir—last of the Black Clan—I, the sole survivor of the White Clan, had brought about its ruin.
But the days that followed were a cascade of wonders. Noir showed me the vastness of the world, unfolding vistas I’d never dreamed of touching.
One day, he took me to a place unlike any other.
"This is the view I wished to share. Well? Is it not beautiful?"
"Gorgeous…"
A flower field so dazzling it stole my breath—white, red, blue, gold, all swaying in the wind.
"Lord Noir, it’s magnificent!"
"Your joy brings me happiness, Lumière."
"Yes? What is it?"
"Let me say it plainly: I’m grateful you became my wife. …Thank you."
"Lord Noir… I’m the one who’s grateful. Becoming your wife is the greatest blessing."
"A substitute for a ring—here."
"A… pendant?"
A pendant wrought from a gemstone black as midnight.
"A jewel the color of your hair and eyes. I thought it suited you. I crafted it myself."
"You made this…? Thank you… I’ll treasure it forever."
Tears fell then. The warmth in my chest swelled—proof of how deeply Noir loved me. My hollow heart overflowed with him.
"The luckiest woman in the world."
That day, without a doubt… I was.
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