Chapter 1. I, crushed by self-inflicted calamities "Vivian, I've been looking for you for a long time because you're not in the bedroom. What are you doing here?" "Well... ." It was a warm afternoon. Vivian, who was hiding among the garden bushes looking left and right, lifted her head squeaking. Her fiance, Aslan Rezef Astaroth, who she was going to be married with next month, looked down at her with his arms folded. He is nearly two meters tall, his broad shoulders and stiff chest, and his veins are bristling. It was such a threatening body that it reminded anyone of a beast. However, when he met his fiancee, his eyes were as beautiful as a half moon. "If you wanted to go for a walk, why didn't you call me?! I wish we could come out together." "Well, you look so busy... ." "If you want to, I can spare a minute." Aslan walked up and heard the clattering of pebbles. It was just that, but a cold sweat ran down on Vivian...