The Romance Fantasy Novel MC is Only Into Me

Kwang-!
A fallen knight flew onto a table in the ballroom and collapsed.
“Ugh!”
It was a sensation Ransell hadn’t felt in a long time.
Cutting through knights without hesitation.
“Aaah!”
“You madman, do you even know who we are... who we serve!”
Each time he swung his sword, the feeling of slicing through armor and flesh was transmitted through his palm.
“T-Treason! This is treason!”
Ransell lifted the corner of his mouth.
“Fools. In times like these, those who live are righteous and those who die are the traitors.”
Lowering his stance, Marigold’s blade flashed as if on cue.
“Ransell! I—”
She slashed across the chest of a knight charging past above Ransell’s head.
“Ugh!”
“Well done, Mary.”
Back to back, Marigold carefully scattered her blades where Ransell couldn’t see.
“Should we kill them, Master?”
“Yes. Teach them a lesson until it feels satisfying.”
Between the shower of blades, Ransell and Marigold pushed forward.
The ballroom where nobles had danced had now turned into a battlefield where murderous intent clashed.
“Kuh!”
Marigold finished off a knight who had kicked Ransell.
At that moment, Ransell grabbed the arm of a knight aiming for them.
The hand clutching the sword lost its grip and fell to the floor.
“Eek...!”
Ransell and Marigold moved around the ballroom as if they had been training together for decades.
Only the knights’ screams echoed.
“Ugh!”
“Careful.”
Ransell steadied Marigold as she slipped on a pool of blood.
The dim chandelier lights flickered faintly across the hall.
If only it weren’t for the pools of blood and scattered corpses everywhere.
If this continent were a more peaceful and livable place.
If Marigold’s status were more ordinary.
If this game had been made better.
Ransell, helping Marigold to her feet, quickly shook off the thoughts invading his mind.
“Monsters...!”
Seeing the two gripping their swords tightly, the knights gradually lost their will to fight.
“Back off if you want to live. If you attack, you die.”
Ransell’s eyes glowed fiercely, veins bulging.
“That’s right. Step aside. We just want to get away!”
“No need to be so honest, Mary.”
“Ah, yes.”
A slight smile escaped him.
Come to think of it, this damn empire had never been helpful.
To Ransell, to Marigold, the Prasia Empire had always been a thorn and obstacle.
‘Still, I once was loyal to it.’
He barely remembered how he spent decades living for a place like this. Maybe he was just possessed by something.
Anger began to boil up.
Wasn’t the whole world filled only with things dragging Marigold down into unhappiness?
He ground his teeth, especially knowing he was included in that.
“Ugh!”
A knight’s throat was kicked by Ransell and he flew far away, collapsing.
The next moment—
Kwaang!
A massive shockwave swept the hall.
“Traitor scum.”
A mass of magic struck the ballroom floor directly.

It was an attack aimed precisely where Ransell stood.
The shock shattered solid tiles, creating a deep crater. It was clear evidence of a deadly attack.
When the dust settled, a familiar face came into Ransell’s sight.
“So you’re Marigold.”
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—Encounter Event! Met Third Prince ‘Yuri Langris Frisia’ at the ballroom!
※Warning! Opponent’s disposition is highly hostile! Suggest retreating for now and improving relations later.
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“I had trouble finding you.”
The Third Prince.
Behind him, more knights appeared once again.
Holding threatening sword hilts, they advanced toward Ransell and Marigold.
There were easily over a hundred.
“Kill the men and capture the women.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Ransell let out a bitter laugh.
‘Improve relations, my ass.’
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—Encounter Event! Second Prince ‘Arwen Lui Frisia’, Fifth Prince ‘Erwin Kohl Frisia’, Sixth Prince ‘Karin Craig Frisia’ are approaching the ballroom!
—Notice! Third Princess ‘Claria Arild Frisia’ fell from her horse while fleeing and died!
—Notice! Second Princess ‘Sena Fo Frisia’, Fourth Prince ‘Serild Olivia Frisia’, Fourth Princess ‘Artena Set Frisia’ have joined the hostile state, Lucent Republic!
※The empire’s situation is highly unstable! Suggest retreating and waiting for stability.
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‘So when exactly will that stability come?’
The bloodstorm in the ballroom was only just beginning.
The night was long, and countless {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} visitors still awaited Marigold.
“Let’s finish quickly and get out. Seems your popularity is beyond what I imagined.”
“Is that a compliment...?”
“Who knows.”
 
“Where are you rushing off to, sister?”
The First Princess stopped her steps toward the imperial palace.
Across the path lined with gardens, a man with long tied-back hair was walking steadily toward her.
“You’re not acting like yourself, wandering around so carelessly.”
“That’s not true. I have such excellent guards beside me.”
The First Princess said this, placing her hand on the shoulders of the men guarding her sides.
Rio Dante and Kyle Dante exchanged a brief, confused glance.
They sensed a strange tension between the princess and the man.
The awareness came after numerous footsteps were sensed nearby.
“Your Highness...!”
Dozens of knights slowly revealed themselves from hiding.
Silver armor gleamed in the moonlight. The swords at their waists were no mere decoration.
“I’d like to have a private, quiet conversation... Would you please follow me peacefully?”
“How frightening, little sister. What do you intend to do to this fragile person by locking her away in a dark place?”
The First Princess didn’t lose her smile beneath the veil.
“I intend only to treat her with utmost care and help her live leisurely days. I cherish family, sister. Please don’t worry.”
Turning, he plucked a flower blooming in the garden.
Closing his eyes, he seemed to savor the scent rising from the hydrangea.
“What are you all standing there for? Didn’t you bring her?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Seeing the knights step forward, Rio Dante drew his sword.
“Your Highness, what should we do...?”
Two against dozens.
The overwhelming difference made debating victory or defeat absurd.
The First Princess was in the most powerless state ever, just as the First Prince said.
Her personal guard, who should be at the frontier now, could not possibly arrive here.
“What can we do? Fighting only ends in death.”
Kyle Dante wiped cold sweat, busy rolling his eyes.
“I have given her a chance.”
The First Prince said this, glancing toward the ballroom.
“Even if she struggles now, Rodnis is completely in my grasp. She will spend the rest of her days quietly and comfortably.”
“She’s still quite young to send into retirement.”
“It’s family loyalty.”
“How touching. Your weakness at crucial moments is always the problem.”
“My pleasure.”
Their conversation ended there.
Taking it as a signal, the knights drew their swords and closed the distance.
“...Is today the day the Dante family line ends?”
“Don’t say foolish things, Kyle.”
Rio and Kyle Dante’s faces hardened.
“Hahaha.”
Then, the First Princess’s smile returned.
“Beth Wayne, help me.”
At that moment, a light burst forth from her neck.
“Magic...”
Rio Dante’s eyes flared.
The blue necklace around the First Princess’s neck floated into the air, releasing terrifying magic.
Skeunk-!
All eyes saw a giant bastard sword emerge from the necklace — an utterly surreal sight.
Next came a muscular arm gripping the hilt, a large head, a burly body and legs.
“...!”
“Wh-what...!”
“Ma-ma-magic!”
The huge man gradually appeared before their eyes.
“Krrrrr...”
A hot haze radiated from the muscular man’s body.
His scarred body wore nothing but a shred of cloth — completely naked, exposing even grotesque scars.
The First Princess narrowed her eyes.
“Beth Wayne, what’s with that appearance?”
“I was just sweating it out with my new wife.”
“How disgusting. Can you cover yourself?”
“There’s nothing to cover. Just look away for a moment. I’ll clean this up soon.”
Beth Wayne’s mouth stretched wide into a grin.
The First Prince’s face went blank.
“...How did you hide this artifact here?”
“Every emperor-to-be must prepare, my brother.”
“Emperor...”
A murderous aura blossomed in his eyes.
“Kill them.”
.
.
.
“What the hell happened...?”
The court knights who rushed into the ballroom were all speechless at the scene before them.
Countless corpses piled up, filling the hall.
The central hall was soaked with blood but still warm with heat.
Covering their noses as they entered, familiar faces appeared one by one.
“Y-Your Highness! The prince is here...!”
“What’s this! Help him!”
“He’s already... passed away.”
“...Hah...”
The court knights’ expressions hardened. There were royal corpses among the bodies.
Not just one, but several.
“What will become of the empire’s future?”
The era of chaos had come.
Only this fact was engraved in everyone’s mind.
 
“Ransell, shall we live together somewhere as quietly as possible?”
At dawn.
Marigold woke Ransell from sleep.
Both covered in wounds, they fled, boarding a passing wagon to catch their breath.
“This time, let’s somehow survive without dying.”
Hmm.
“How does that sound?”
Maybe it would be alright.