Rikon Suru Tsumori Datta

“The letters from the wife whose face I did not even know… somehow became my reason to live.” Bernard, heir to a ruined viscountcy, has been living little better than a commoner since before the war. Two years after being drafted and sent to the front, with no chance to return home, he receives a letter from his mother: “This time, you have gotten married.” His new wife, Cherry, is someone he has never met; he does not know her name, her face, or anything about her. With no guarantee that he will even survive the war, Bernard decides this long‑distance marriage should be dissolved quickly, and writes back with the intention of asking for a divorce. A month later, the reply from his wife contains just a single line: “Isn’t it enough if you simply don’t die?”