Ever since I debuted to the social world, only Rafael has acted as my opponent. Whenever I try to dance with someone else, Raphael interrupts me. Now that I had gotten used to his lead, my body moved naturally without having to think about it, and I could waltz into the slippery.
A smiling prince and a true-faced me. Look at us. What does Sophia think?
"Nica, I'd appreciate it if you looked a little happier. Of course, it's attractive enough as it is."
Raphael leaned his lips in my ear and whispered.
I react to a sweet voice and my face is on fire.
If you don't hold your mind tight. There are so many things I want to ask, but I don't know anything yet. What's the story about me going to jail for breaking my engagement? How can you say you don't love your sister-in-law while you promise Sophia?
At the same time that the song ends, I look around the hall and look for Sophia. But it's hard to find Sophia because she's the one who came out to dance and she's a jerk. Could it be that you've gone home to much of a shock? I pinched my dress skirt and hurried out of the venue. Raphael will come after me like that.
"Wait, Nica. Why are you running away?
"Run? No. Sophia..."
I stopped on the way over to say it. If this happens, should I talk to him in person? I pulled Raphael's arm and pushed him into a nearby room.
"I didn't know Nica wanted to be alone that fast"
"It won't be! Can you explain everything to me?
"Of course I'll talk, but I need some tea to calm down. I'm gonna ask you to wait here."
I got out of the big hall on the way, but if you think about it, will you be okay? I'm so worried that the ball will be made without the prince. But we're also experiencing a problem. Not if you keep dancing about it. For the most part, I'm getting married in two months. What are you going to do if I take that too, Raphael?
The sound of the door opening showed that he had returned. Turning around and opening my mouth "quickly," I knew that it was the squire there and hurriedly shut my mouth.
But it's weird. A squire in this room all by himself? I didn't call you, I didn't bring you tea. And yet, I can't believe a princed samurai is coming in. I'm mostly with female officers, and I've never seen a long-lasting forehead and moustache (beard) squire before.
The man quickly approached me to ask if I belonged. Faster than shouting, plug my mouth with your hands (fuzz) gu. I remember my eyes peeking through my forehead. This is Phil Bale!
"Whoops..."
I cannot speak satisfactorily because I am covered with my hands. The more powerful a man is, the tighter his grabbed arm is.
"Why? It must be all your fault. If I hadn't been involved with you, I wouldn't have been pushed this far."
He turned around behind me and whispered in his ear. It's horrible, and I feel sick and I'm going to throw up. I shake my head desperately. Sure, I'm the one who asked you to grab people, but that's something you shouldn't have. I didn't ask for a real kidnapping. I can't believe you were dyeing your hands at human trafficking, too!
"It's no use trying to call for help. There's a fire coming out of the venue. The prince is busy that way. If this is the case, you should have just left it mine. In a fun way, huh?
Phil Bale touches me everywhere with one hand. Everyone has touched me... no, even though it's only a little bit. Is this a scene where a white rose is attacked by a villain? Why did you take my place?
"Smells good as I thought. You still look like my mother. She abandoned me."
Huh? I'm only, like, eighteen.
He's older than me.
Filbert, are you serious Mazacon!?
"Did you know? She said that beautiful mother was the most popular in that place that kept you locked up. And then I lost track of him."
The dilapidated hall should have been a former whorehouse.
Then his mother...
"Oh? There's a kiss mark here. Let's override it."
I breathe in my neck muscles. I really don't like it, so I want you to stop. To escape his hand, I was desperately rampaged.
"Resisting but not... Wow"
All of a sudden, Filbert was shot up to the back wall. Why would you do that?
Don't let it go between you, the door to the room blows away with great momentum. It's like being stirred up by a strong wind. Then Raphael and his escort come in high footsteps.
"Nica!"
As he ran over to me, he held him tight.
I felt scared, I cling to him.
"Raphael!"
"Nica, it's okay now."
Raphael, the plundered voice, kisses my hair like one day. Um... I don't mind, it seems pretty eye-catching. But the two escorts were light, silently capturing Filbert.
"It hurts... what the hell was that? Damn."
I don't talk to one Filbert and the good escorts. He is tied his hands and pulled out in front of the prince in the form of both knees on the floor.
"What if I jump in here myself? But I'm not the right person for being loved. She's mine."
Raphael seems so angry. Beautiful face is cold and a look I've never seen. I trembled unexpectedly, and I get even more drawn. But Phil Bale hasn't lost either.
"If you look at what I have, is that still happening? It's not me. It's all about this woman directing me!
It gets dark in front of me.
Again, the story remains the same.
What he has is probably a letter I sent out. Raphael alone wouldn't have had to know, and there would be escorts, so he wouldn't be able to make just about any excuses. I instructed him to kidnap and execute Sofia. The letter says that properly.
"Cleman."
At Raphael's direction, a veteran escort searches.
And a bunch of paper was found under Philveil's garment. Seems well rounded up so it's easy to see as evidence. The escort stays exactly the same and hands it to Raphael. It's undoubtedly my handwriting on a familiar note!
"Yes. Now it's all?
"Yep. I found out my fiancée was such a woman, and the prince was shocked... and burning! We have to turn it off right away, or we have proof!
Filbert is crying out loud. I have no words on the contrary. Only a note burns up in Raphael's hand and becomes a gleaming ash. Even though the fitted gloves are safe, only the paper burns brilliantly. No spells, no magic formations. This must be the magic of Raphael's fire!
"What do you mean, no way!
"On purpose? I wonder what you mean. When you tried to get your hands on my fiancée and got angry at her for not turning around, you made up (tweeted) the document. Besides, he tries to harm me by applying a suspicious trick to the paper. Did it look that way?
"Stupid."
"Whether it's just kidnapping and trafficking, I need to find out enough about trying to defile my loved ones. Rather, in me, that alone is worth a maximum sentence"
My mouth is arcing, but my eyes aren't laughing. Such Raphael is strangely compelling. You thought the same thing, Filbert shuts up. The signaled escorts will get Philveil up and take him. His destination for repeated vices... is definitely the prison of the Fire Palace.
"Well, Nica. You're out of the way. It's finally your turn."
Am I guilty too?
I've never thought of Rafael's beautiful face as horrible as this.