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I remember the story of a novel I had read in my previous life just before my marriage. If you don’t mess up the wedding, you’ll be poisoned by your husband! So I just kissed the pastor who was in charge of the ceremony. *"Commander, are you alright?"* One of the holy knights shouted as he approached the pastor who was kissed. *"Huh, what?" "Wait... are you the commander of the Holy Knights?"* \*\*\*\* Rurutia, who was about to die, wanted to spend her last moment in a temple where she felt at ease the most. She started a business with her friends for the temple, and it was a big hit. *"Miss, you have the world in the palm of your hands!" "Are you a God who descended to earth?"* In the midst of being embarrassed by the large crown, the commander of the holy knights himself was also acting strange. *“All I wish for is to be your husband.”,* he said that with eyes shining with obsession. *"Take responsibility for stealing my first kiss."* This is all so wrong. It seems that I changed my future.