The Reunion with the Know-It-All Master's Degree Holder (2)

“M-married? What? M-married? Married?! Did you just say you got married──?!”

The know-it-all doctor (Bronze-rank), who’d be turning twenty-nine next year, shouted, eyes wide as a startled rabbit, at my marriage coming-out.

─Grab!

The purple-haired woman, shorter than me, grabbed my shoulders and shook me back and forth as I answered.

“Y-yes, uh, e-eh? I-I got m-married.”

“You?! When?! Where?! How?! Why?!”

Don’t ask me the whole damn five Ws and one H. More importantly, stop shaking me. I’m getting dizzy as hell.

“One month!! It’s been one month!! Not one or two years, just one month! One month! Thirty days──!!! And in that little time, you didn’t just make it as an adventurer at lightning speed—you got married and even had matching rings made?! How does that make any sense──?!”

Dana shook me in a daze. But even if you ask whether it makes sense, when you shake me around like that, I’m too busy spinning like one of those spring dolls on a car dashboard to answer.

“No, well. I met her not long after I got here. She’s an adventurer and in my party. Her name’s Francesca, and she’s a half-dwarf. She’s a good person. Kind, too.”...