[It is a pleasure to meet all of you. I am the eldest daughter of the Sevensworth family, Anastasia.]
A young lady introduces herself in front of us with her lustrous silver hair. This lady is the girl who is supposed to be my fiancée.
One look is all it will take for people to realize how expensive the high neck dress she’s wearing.
It has a purple color for a base with a delicate design while the skirt being separated in an A line cutting with underskirts filled with white laces inside of it.
The chest and hem area of the dress is filled with jewelries that sparkle like the night skies so looking at it alone feels like you are staring into the night stars.
With the fine woven lace inside of it as well, I can’t find any other word to shortly describe this dress but ‘magnificent’.
It is a rather calm and refined outfit that oozes with elegance.
Her accessories bear the same color of her dress and I can tell for a fact that it is to show of humble appearance.
However, such ‘humble’ appearance can only be said amongst upper nobility.
Especially her necklace that must be made from sapphire and pearls that are almost as big as chicken’s egg.
The sapphire stone must be called as the star of whatever but I am certain that even with all the assets of my family, the Adolyny’s, combined, we will still never be able to afford to pay for that lone jewel in the necklace surrounded by pearls.
Still, it is not only Anastasia-sama who has shown herself to appear with such a ‘humble appearance as it is the same with the duke and the duchess as well.
Perhaps they want us to not be intimidated and talk with each other in comfort.
However, I am a merchant.
I can tell with a glance what the true value of the things they are wearing is, despite its simple yet elegant appearance.
And doing so, I just immediately realized how wide the gap really is between the Sevensworth ducal family compared to our Adolini’s house of viscount.
My supposed to be fiancée is quite renowned with a nickname called Lady Goblin. In my eyes, however, it appears to be some kind of illness.
Her dress only allows me to see her neck and face but between these two parts is a bump about the size of a ping pong ball that makes it appear as one body part altogether.
A bump can be found as well on top of her eyelids which makes her eyes contort like they’d just been swollen from getting punched repeatedly.
Even her nose is filled with these bumps that it is hardly discernible what was the original shape of her nose before.
Her eyes shine in green which resembles her mother.
Looking at the duke’s and the duchess’ distinguishable appearance which shows the prestige of their lineage, It’s a no brainer that the lady would be such a beauty if only she doesn’t have these bumps all over her.
And, just as her nickname Lady Goblin says, patches of green can be found in the middle of her pale white skin.
This mixture of green color to her white skin must have been the cause for her to be called with such a nickname – half goblin, half lady.
As for me, I’m not really the type of person who really cares about the other person’s outside appearance.
It’s very simple though.
It’s because in my previous life, I was a renowned and quite well known kimomen. [TL: A japanese slang and combination of words Kimoi (disgusting) and men (borrowed word in English) – disgusting man/men]
In my previous life, not a single girl would dare to hold my hand even if it’s required by the school for a dance.
Whenever I help a girl pick up a stuff they drop, they scream like I just burned their house down as they scream running away from me without looking back to their own stuff.
[I heard that there’s one really creepy guy in your school.]
[Oh, there really is. You see that guy?]
There were times I even heard such conversations.
Despite being insulted, I didn’t date to look at who those people were.
[Hey, isn’t that guy super creepy?]
[Uwaa, so gross. Just what’s up with that guy? Ah! He just looked at us!]
There are times like these as well where the girls just want to make fun of me.
It didn’t end with just school. Even when I entered society, my colleagues never invited me to have a drink with them whenever there was a woman.
In hopes to experience what a woman’s touch is like at least once in my lifetime, I decided to seek a “professional’s” help but she didn’t show up saying she was on an emergency sick leave on the day she’s supposed to work with me.
With my heart shattered to pieces, I swore to never go back to such an establishment again.
That’s why I don’t care about such a trivial thing called appearance.
Because I have experienced it myself to be discriminated against due to how I look since the day I was born – even until the day I died.
I know the pain and suffering it can cause that’s why I refuse to treat anyone based on what they look like.
That doesn’t mean I’ve been this way from the start though. Back in my previous world, my eyes would also wander around and follow figures of girls with cute faces, great figures, and charming styles.
But every time I get enthralled, I can’t help but hate myself afterwards. Because isn’t the act of staring at good looking people means I’m ignoring those who are not? Then, what makes me different from the girls who’ve been dissing me and flock around those good looking guys?
It took decades of self hatred for me to overcome this behavior and finally felt nothing upon seeing cute girls around.
That doesn’t mean that I can’t judge what’s beautiful or not. I still can objectively differentiate between them.
But I am no longer fascinated nor enthralled no matter how beautiful these girls are.
It just started to feel that way before I knew it.
Now I can confidently say that I’ll never be the same people who’ve been screwing with me in my past life.
I can proudly call myself not a hypocrite after living a full life of someone who’s not wanted all because of his appearance.
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After our parents changed pleasantries, Anastacia-sama started to talk amongst ourselves.
My family’s really on their nerves though because it is the first time a duke stepped in our territory.
But perhaps the ducal family’s use in such situations, they were able to manage to control the flow of the conversation and let everyone feel at ease.
From what I can see, I think Anastacia-sama’s a refined yet quick witted lady. She skillfully talks with everyone without offending them.
The more I talk with them, the more I can see how affectionate the ducal family is amongst themselves.
To be honest, I’m surprised. What I’m looking at right now is the second highest family in the kingdom. They aren’t the same as us who, despite being nobles, have trouble with expenses and therefore can’t even hire a nanny. Anastacia must have grown up with a caretaker but despite it she appears to be really close with her family.
Seems like my fiance is an intelligent and caring girl while her parents are affectionate and doting people.
I think they’re really great people.
Now I’m starting to look forward to this marriage.
I wasn’t able to marry anyone in my previous life and lived my elderly life as an old single man. While my friends celebrate the New Years surrounded by their children and grandchildren, I can only watch TV all by myself.
As much as I want to visit them and hang out, I can’t really go that far as my legs are already weak and feeble.
I don’t even have anyone to talk to. I thought to myself, how long do I have to endure this solitude? I wondered if such a life was really worth living.
If I’d be able to live as a family with such heartwarming people, then perhaps this life will definitely be much better.
Simplyrical 
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