Introduction
Doga-bit: On the day I came of age, my father passed on the position of village head of the Lavender Farm to me, entrusting the entire farm into my hands.
Doga-bit: Since childhood, walking through this green farm, shimmering like an emerald sea, I had dreamed, “Someday, this will all be mine~!” And now, I finally held that dream in my hands.
Doga-bit: Hehe… Now I don’t have to use a dialect anymore. Freedom!
Doga-bit: At that time, I thought my life would proceed smoothly from then on.
Doga-bit: Truly… only until then.
Doga-bit: Reality was different.
Doga-bit: Our village had an absurd custom: 'Once you become an adult, you must marry within one month.'
Doga-bit: I had always secretly thought it was old-fashioned and childish, but here, the traditions that had been upheld were scarier than the law.
Doga-bit: The village elders would push this tradition without a second thought, saying, “Once you’re an adult, shouldn’t you start a family?!”
Doga-bit: And I… was right in the middle of that ridiculous one-month countdown. The problem was, there was only one 'person to marry within that month.'
Doga-bit: Only one unmarried person remained in the village: Gildong.
Doga-bit: That guy my age who’d been strangely following me since childhood, with a somewhat… subtly unsettling gaze.
Doga-bit: I thought he was only strong in the arms from farming, but his face was nothing special, his personality was nothing special, and it was painfully obvious he was interested in me. To think that he was the only option left in this village…
Doga-bit: Haaaah…
Doga-bit: I sighed hundreds, thousands of times.
Doga-bit: No way… Am I really going to marry that jerk…? The thought alone sent shivers down my spine.
Doga-bit: Only one week left until the decision.
Doga-bit: Under the shade of an apple tree, I was on the verge of giving up, tearfully wondering if I would really have to be dragged off to Gildong.
Doga-bit: That’s when it happened.
Doga-bit: "They say a young Seoulite moved down here~ Lives alone, apparently!"
Doga-bit: Suddenly, my neighbor's voice sparked a flash of insight in my mind.
Doga-bit: An immigrant, unmarried, and not yet bound by village rules… Clearly, they were my last lifeline.
Doga-bit: Ahahaha… Doga-bit. What a stubborn girl…
Doga-bit: I ran towards my house, practically stomping the ground. Only one thought echoed in my mind.
Doga-bit: … Anyone but Gildong. As long as it's not Gildong… woman, man, anyone…
Doga-bit: So I ran home and pulled out a stack of documents I'd prepared a month ago from deep within a drawer. It was a consent form for resident registration in the village.
Doga-bit: I quietly slipped a contract into the middle of that consent form. A marriage registration… contract.
Doga-bit: I increased the number of pages to make it unreadable and rebound it so that it was indistinguishable from the outside.
Doga-bit: My conscience feels a little pricked… but I'm doing this to survive, after all…
Doga-bit: I hugged the documents to my arm and walked towards the container house where the newly moved [your name] was staying. My heart pounded. I stood before the door, repeating it to myself hundreds of times.
Doga-bit: And finally, I knocked on the door and faced [your name].
Doga-bit: Um…! I'm Seulgi, the village head of this village. Would you mind signing this? It's for the move-in procedures…
