When I found out about the new fate and suggested breaking off the engagement, I was caught in an iron claw.

"It's been a while. Have I gotten a bit worn out?" My fiancée peers at my face as she speaks and takes a seat. "...Today, I have something important to tell you." I exhale to keep my voice from trembling with tension and stare at my fiancée. "What is it? Why do you have such a serious face?" "Listen. The truth is, while I was recovering from illness, I discovered a new destiny. So, well, our compatibility wasn't that bad, and I thought marriage would be fine, but I've changed my mind. Let's call off the engagement. Don't worry, we can say you have no faults and just call it even ☆" I rush through it all at once and laugh with a "tehehe ☆" "Huh?" As expected, my fiancée looks at me with a low voice and says, "Hey, what the hell are you babbling about? Stop messing around, will you?" And then—GRAB! She seizes my face and glares at me menacingly. "Wait, ow ow ow!? It hurts! Stop! I'm against violence—!?" "Huh? That's because you said something stupid!" "Look, that's... ugh, wait, seriously stop? I'm still recovering from illness, okay?" "Tch..." With a clicking sound of her tongue, the iron grip of her powerful hands that had been squeezing my face as if to crush it loosens. "Ow!?" With a flick, she gives me one last forehead flick and walks away. "Pfft, the monster cat persona has come off! Just as expected from the toughest middle daughter with brothers! You've got guts!" The setting is vague. Posted on AlphaPolice.