The Substitute Bride Is Adored by the Clumsy Margrave

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“Father, mother, sister Matilda, take care.”

That was the end of the conversation.

After a quick farewell, Clarisse walked out of the house with Mary and was surprised to see all the servants lined up outside.

“You all…”

They were all the people who had served Clarisse well since she was a child.
Seeing them felt much more sorrowful than saying goodbye to her parents and sister.

“Take care of yourself, Lady Clarisse.
Mary, you must serve Lady Clarisse well.”

The head maid looked at Mary with teary eyes.

“Of course I will, even if it costs me my life.”

The head maid, the butler, the head chef, and the other servants all expressed their grief at Clarisse’s departure and their concern for her future.

“Thank you, everyone.
I wouldn’t be who I am if it weren’t for you.
I hope you will continue to support the Farenheit family.”

As the sound of sobbing echoed through the air, Clarisse fought to keep from crying as she and Mary walked out the gate.

The Margrave had sent them a carriage for her to travel in.

It would take three days by carriage from the royal capital to the border where the margrave residence was located.

The coachman of the Gutenberg family was surprised at the small amount of luggage she was bringing with her. He glanced quickly at the other young man next to him, who nodded as if to say he understood.

“My Lady, the daughter of Viscount Farenheit.”

The young man opened his mouth.

He was a tall man with pale golden hair and a kind face.

“My name is Marius, the eldest son of Viscount Shtok, in the service of the Margrave Gutenberg.
I am here to escort you on behalf of the Margrave.”

As he looked at Clarisse’s face, he saw that her blue eyes widened as if she was startled, but she quickly blinked to hide her shock.

“Lord Marius.”

Clarisse greeted Marius with a smile.

“Marius is fine.”

“‘Then, by all means, call me Clarisse as well.”

“Very well, My Lady, then, please come this way, Miss Clarisse.”

Marius assisted Clarisse and Mary into the carriage and then sat down next to the coachman.

‘What a beautiful person!’

Marius thought back to Clarisse’s beautiful face as he leaned back against the swaying carriage.
Those violet eyes… there’s nothing quite like them.

Marcus thought back to the scene he had just witnessed, and she seemed to be adored by the servants as well.

There was less luggage than he had expected, and from what he caught a glimpse of, the contents were relatively modest.
No wonder the coachman was surprised. 

Marius came from a similar family as the Farenheit family, as both families hold the title of Viscount.
Still, his mother and sister always made a fuss over trips that lasted for a few days, and as he recalls, the luggage they always packed him was more than Clarisse’s today.

‘She’s a strange one, Miss Clarisse…