Either It’s Over or It Isn’t

On the day of her debutante ball, where all the eastern nobles gather, a ridiculous newspaper article appears calling her a once-in-a-century beauty.

<Attention on Angelia Hinat! Angelia Hinat, with her dazzling silver hair and once-in-a-century charm, finally reveals herself and takes her first step into high society….>

“AAAAAAAAH!!”

What is this?! Dazzling silver hair? Once-in-a-century charm? Who? Me?!

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Zenon Istere, the overachieving fifth son of a ducal house,

Taikal Hemel, the grandson of a count and nicknamed the mad dog,

and me, the fourth daughter of a border baron’s house caught between them.

So that means I…… like Zenon Istere.

“Is this a feeling of the sort called liking him? Here?”

“No, it isn’t.”

My one-sided love has been completely exposed, but I decided to become shameless.

Yet pining after the lofty Zenon Istere was the hardest thing in the world.

“I want to go back to the time before I knew Zenon Istere……”

So I prayed to a dragon.

When I opened my eyes again, our ‘ending’ had drifted away once more in a form I could never have imagined, along with the endless torture of hope that began from the very first moment I met Zenon Istere.