Chapter 3

After Perry and Shirley left, Adelaide visited me in my room. She informed me that Alaric was already preparing to return early and would be back in around four days.

Although he could not return promptly, he did send an engagement gift ahead of himself—an heirloom box with the royal family crest carved into it.

I was quite surprised. After all, Alaric had never taken a mate in my previous life. Therefore, I did not expect him to not only willingly accept this marriage but also take it seriously.

In return for the respect he was showing me, I decided to give him a gift as well.

My father had once prepared wedding gifts for me—among them was a mineral called glacite, mined from the foot of the snow-capped Southarc mountains. Any weapons forged from glacite were practically indestructible.

In my previous life, I had the glacite forged into a spear that I gifted to Perry. However, he had not treasured it and casually forgot it on the battlefield during one of the battles we participated in.

In this life, I decided to use the glacite to forge a war hammer, which was the weapon Alaric was the most proficient at.

As I ran through all this in my mind, I found myself walking unconsciously toward the storage room where I stored my belongings. When I opened the door, Shirley's sweet voice drifted into my ears.

"Sylvia won't be angry with you for giving me something from her wedding gifts without obtaining her consent, will she, Perry?"

"What does she have to be angry about? She's just a bootlicker, and once she marries me, I'll be able to do what I please with these things, anyway," replied Perry.

In the storage room, my belongings, which had originally been arranged neatly, had all been rummaged through and left in a mess. Shirley was also wearing all my treasured jewelry.

I said disbelievingly, "These are my wedding gifts. What right do you have to mess with them or even give part of them to Shirley?"

I hurriedly snatched my jewelry off Shirley's neck and returned them to their boxes.

Shirley covered her neck, which had red marks from when I had forcefully retrieved my jewelry, and hid in Perry's arms. She wailed, "Did I do something wrong for Sylvia to treat me so cruelly, Perry?"

Perry hugged her in distress, then turned to yell at me, "Weren't you planning to give all these things to me, Sylvia? I said that I didn't want them at the beginning, but you insisted on giving them to me, which was extremely annoying.

"What's wrong with me giving them to Shirley now? Didn't you say that both you and these items all belonged to me?"

I simply could not believe his shamelessness. "Who said that these were yours? These items and I all belong to my future husband!"

Perry laughed scornfully. "Am I not your future husband? You should quit while you're ahead. I've already agreed to marry you, so stop pretending that you're some dignified maiden."

As I looked at some of my formal dresses that were being held tightly in Shirley's arms, I suddenly became angry. I muttered a silent incantation, causing flames to ignite and burn those clothes to ashes.

Shirley screamed shrilly and let go of the dresses, but the fire still scorched her a little.

I said firmly, "Did you see that, Perry? Don't be so arrogant. Even if it's something I cherish, as long as they've been tarnished, I'll destroy them without the slightest hesitation! I don't want things that have been dirtied, and that's even more true when it comes to people!"

Upon seeing me like this, Perry froze on the spot. In the past, even when I got angry at him, it was only because I hoped to get his attention or was throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child.

He had never seen me this calm and looking like I wanted nothing more to do with him.

Subconsciously, he tried to grab my hand, but Shirley suddenly started sobbing. "My hand hurts so much, Perry. I think I've been burned. It's alright, though. I'll handle it myself. Hurry up and comfort Sylvia so she won't be angry at you anymore."

Perry hesitated for a moment before scooping Shirley into his arms and walking out with a scoff. "There's no need to bother about her. Just let that woman wallow in her ugly jealousy and reflect on herself."