The day after my engagement was broken off, I got a job at the Royal Cemetery and chose to leave work on time.

It’s finally over.
The moment I was told my engagement was off, I felt not despair but deep relief. The

harsh training to become the Crown Princess.
Never-ending overtime.
Every day was just wearing me down.

I threw it all away and chose to work as a caretaker in the old library known as the “Royal Palace Graveyard,” where no one ever comes.

My tasks were simple:
sit there until the end of the day.
Use magic to erase the dust that got in the way.
And put away any misplaced documents where they belong.

That alone was enough to make me happy,

but for some reason, a pale-faced knight comes by every day, looking for the tea I make.
The catalog I made so I could slack off is revered as the “Deed of a Sage.”
My ex-fiancé, whom I thought I’d abandoned, is now …