In the Name of Special Contract Marriage

I had a prophetic dream that my older sister, who is about to enter an arranged marriage, will die.

To prevent this, Arasilia chose a radical solution: marry Damian, the younger brother of her sister's intended groom.

The catch? They are a mage and a knight, and sworn rivals...

“Were you the young lady, the mage who shamelessly snatched the Knight Order’s glory from last year’s subjugation campaign?”

“If I hadn’t helped, you’d be six feet under by now, you know?”

On the verge of throttling each other, the two somehow dramatically agree to a contract marriage.

Their mutual understanding: “Love? We don’t believe in it. Us, seeing each other romantically? Not even if we die and come back to life.”

…Or so they thought.

‘Why is this woman so thin and frail? It makes me worry needlessly.’

‘Why does this man insist on doing everything himself? I can help too.’

The two of them just can't stop thinking about the other!