The ball began.
A chandelier suspended from the ceiling of the Great Hall emits a dazzling light. The geometric marble floor was covered with a scarlet carpet. It is the laughing nobles who are in the luxurious venue. Everyone attends the Royal Palace Ball and is always dressed in a luxurious manner.
Because you're tightening your corset to a cub? Or because of the colorful costumes of the venue and the enthusiasm that people emit? I kind of feel like I've been jerking off.
But no matter how bad I feel, I can't leave here. Because this is the real deal, and this part of the story is about to last. For this day, I'm like I've been working hard. I've already made a great effort to be a good villain's maid.
Nervous, I looked up to my fiancée. The first prince of this country, with purple eyes on his blonde hair, is eighteen years old, just like me. She really looks beautiful whenever she sees it.
"What's up, Veronica? Is there something on my face?
"No, nothing."
Me behaving without any hesitation at all. But nothing, I don't hate him. Instead, I'm driven by the urge to lift my golden forehead on the perfect face through my nostrils.
You shouldn't be distracted because it's the last time, should you?
Because that's not my role. His next door belongs to Sophia, his sister-in-law, who is supposed to be a heroine. I'm going to be disengaged by him now. If only that had been done, we would never see each other again as long as we have today. He has his, I have my new life ahead of me.
For a moment, the pain runs on my chest.
That's stupid! To deny my emotions, I shook my head to the side in a panic.
My opponent is a guard, not a prince. An older, tannic man in "The Prison of the Water Palace," the one of my destiny that has been decided for a long time. I've been working so hard to meet him, Miss Villain Orders.
I've been cleaning up my room so I don't regret it. I have carefully bathed before coming here so that I can be thrown into jail whenever I want. Whatever you're hiding, everything you're wearing is brand new. The preparations are perfect, so don't worry about going to jail now - you can go outside after this part!
Raphael urged me to put his hand on his arm. Though only in form, for once we are still engaged. Just a little while, though.
- I should have given up my feelings for him clearly, but my chest still hurts. What was I supposed to do? How could I ask you to turn around?
My sister-in-law stares at me in arms with her fiancée. Yes, I'm not the one who likes him.
I'm sorry, Sophia, but we're almost there. Wait? Soon the prince will be yours entirely.
Raphael takes me in front of everyone without hesitation. And when I looked around at the people in the venue, I sounded Rin's well-traveled voice.
"Everyone, listen carefully. I have a serious announcement to make."
- It's more painful than I thought, and I breathe sharply. Grasp the arm you put together and the opposite hand firmly until your nails eat in. Don't be upset. You knew that from the beginning, didn't you?
I was half shitty and aroused my feelings.
Yes, it's good. I've been waiting, broken engagement!
After this, I am accused of harassment of my sister-in-law by him, the prince. At the same time as being disengaged, he is to be expelled from the aristocratic community and taken to prison.
As a villain, I'm done being caught.
"An engagement that was too long was not good for each other. Because of that, my fiancée here..."
I finally know the words that follow.
"I betrayed my trust, hurt my own sister-in-law, and dyed my hands in evil. Therefore, I will destroy my engagement! '.
It makes me feel worse and worse because I think back at once about what I've been doing. I want to plug my ears, but I'm patient here. Having lived as a villain's maid, I deserve the reward of my past.
Rafael, who saw my face as chilling, also felt like she laughed. But before asking, he turns forward again and speaks out loud.
"- Beautiful beyond my control. So I'm going to have a ceremony in two months. Celebrate us all!
After the venue is quiet with Sin, the voice of blessing is raised simultaneously. I have heard cheers and applause, but I do not understand this situation at all right now.
"Shh..."
Raphael speaks kindly to me.
"You're right, Nica. The ceremony was good tomorrow, but I reconsidered. Women still need a prep period, don't they?
... what?
I want you to explain it in a language that I understand, too.
To the king who congratulates, I return a mechanical greeting. I don't understand exactly what they said either, and I wish they were deceiving me well.
Our engagement must have been fake. Why would we be talking about that if we also submitted evidence of kidnapping?
"Why? I just gave you proof..."
Mumble in confusion. Such a development, definitely not in 'Branois'!
"Evidence? What are you talking about? If you don't need paper, I'll take care of it."
Raphael answers with a clear face.
No, you won't if you decide you didn't have a kidnapping.
"No! That's important..."
"You didn't realize. I'm talking to myself from here..."
Raphael, if you say so, leans on my ear.
"The ladies in the separate room were safely protected and returned home. Those who have left the country have also tried their best to find them and are negotiating their return home. Only the main culprit is allowed to escape, but he will be caught shortly. Thanks to your capture, the case is almost solved."
That's good...... not!
"I was a temporary companion too, wasn't I? I did something wrong, and I'm not gonna let you get away with it."
"Nica, I'm not sure what you mean. They grabbed me, and you call me one of them?
That's crazy, it doesn't make any sense. Then let me ask you the most important thing.
"Then what about Sophia? You gonna ignore my sister-in-law's feelings?
"Sophia's feelings? What do you mean?"
I turned to my sister-in-law. I was shocked... Surprisingly, Sophia still applauds happily.
"Why? You love each other, don't you?
"Me and Sophia? No way."
Raphael immediately denied it.
But I'm listening to an intimate conversation between you two. And earlier, I felt Sophia staring at me.
When Raphael sighs loudly, he offers his hand to me with a tense look.
"Let's dance first. I'll talk to you later."
Although I'm not convinced, this place seems to have to do what he says.
Apart from the king and his wife, because he is the most highly identifiable. The ball won't start unless the prince dances any more than he's not going to dance to the king.
I reluctantly took Raphael's hand and proceeded to the center of the hall.