Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

"Al, you wait here. I'd like to be alone a little bit."

"Yes, ma'am."

As soon as class is over and I return to the mansion, I go out to the garden.

It's a beautiful, beautifully appointed garden, no matter how many times you look at it. A garden where my favorite flowers were planted, just for me.

Before the beautiful blooming white rose, I would have happily made it tee time before. I could have called the gardener and let him cut a few branches and decorated the room. Not even fine dust now, though I don't get that feeling.

And so on, I rush past the white rose to the implant where the cat is.

"Good, you're still here."

Discover a cat taking a nap lying with plenty of body in a sunny, slightly open place before implantation. This is the cat that was injured this morning.

I thought you might be gone by now, but I'm glad you're still here, so I rushed by.

You noticed my signs approaching, the cat opens her thin eyes and looks out for me. However, I immediately closed my eyes and returned to the world of my dreams without interest.

"You're such a pussycat!"

I kneel next to the cat and gently stroke my head, but it doesn't even move tingly. Would it be okay to stroke my stomach for this?

I've never stroked a cat around like this before, so I can't tell how far I'm allowed to go. The second time he didn't let me stroke him much.

For the first time in so many cats' alertness, I try to never have a fluffy stomach. It feels so good. I couldn't bear to squeal with both hands, but even so far, the cat still doesn't move.

"Oh? Cat, did you take the handkerchief?

I fluffed my stomach and noticed that the handkerchief I had wrapped around my front leg this morning was missing. I guess I could have taken it naturally or I took it myself.

The injury still looks painful, but the wound is already completely dry, so the handkerchief seems to have served quite well.

And he was injured, so he looked around the cat that he wouldn't be walking around much, but the handkerchief wasn't falling anywhere.

"Did the gardener or maid pick it up and clean it up?

If so, would this cat have been okay? You're napping in such a prominent spot that someone must be definitely finding a cat.

If the servants had found the cat in the garden, they would definitely have tried to get rid of it first. Not malicious, but as a job. Wildcats could have a disease, and they have fleas. I dig back into the beautifully tidied garden and even get coarse.

So no matter how cute they are, cats who aren't cats have to get rid of them. Even if the cat was injured. That's not a terrible thing or a bad thing. I have no choice.

"... Cat, if you don't have a home, I can keep it for you."

Then the servants won't get rid of the cat, and they won't feel guilty about getting rid of the injured cat. I can stroke my cat and my cat can take a nap in the garden.

Although this cat is fuzzy, the hair is fluffy and caressing, and more importantly, it's a high point not to escape looking at me.

If you ask your parents, they will surely forgive you. Those people forgive me for what I've done. Everything makes my wish come true.

That's why this garden is so neat in the garden as I thought it would be.

Yes, everything was forgiven. That's why I lived the way I wanted.

"Speaking of which, your brother said you were ignorant and pathetic about me when I was locked up."

I just thought I was being ridiculed then, but now I feel like I know just a little bit.

I was raised to go to ruin without even questioning this environment as if it were for me.

"Really, it's an outrage... for her."

Hmm? Twist your neck.

I don't know, I kind of care so much.

"Destiny wants me to be ruined, doesn't it?

To my whining, the cat replies after the crap. Oh, you weren't asleep.

If I was looking at a cat that moves a little to, anything that springs up in my chest but tries to do will soon scatter away.

Caressing the cat's throat, I repeat the earlier suggestion to the cat.

"Hey, have you thought about it?

I had a surprisingly gentle and sweet voice myself. That's exactly what cats sound like.

Break up with the cat and go back to Al's.

I was just thinking about maybe taking something for you for another snack later, and Al called me as if I was waiting.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Your daughter needs you."

"A customer?... Who are you?

What kind of customer has visited me on this day in the loop so far? I can't believe you're visiting me at this hour without that or a promise...

Reduce the unpleasant feeling that springs up and visit the Guest details with Al.

Mr. Wolfgang.

"... what?

"Dear Alexander Wolfgang, we would like to see your daughter."

"What the hell!?

I react aloud to that name. Al backs off frighteningly to that too much momentum, but I think about it for a second, then I nod and correct my posture.

No. I'm not happy. I hope you don't imagine it dishonorably.

"Why did Master Alex suddenly..."

Keep your eyebrows down and roar. If I could, I didn't want to see him face to face until a year later.

"... would you refuse? Though I think I look great in that haircut of a lady."

"Thanks Al. But you don't."

Apparently Al thought I was hesitant to meet him for some very maiden and adorable reason.

Certainly until yesterday I may be natural because I admired him like Alex, Alex and one of the fools remembered.

"... Fine. Let him through this garden. I'll get dressed once. He pushed me with no promises, so it would be okay to wait a little longer."

"Yes, sir."

With Al's reply on my back I hurry to my room.

I can't believe he's coming to the mansion today... I've never seen anything like this in a loop before.

"You don't see him when you wish to see him, and you come to see him when you wish not to see him"

Then I guess I should have hoped to see you.... No, I don't want to hope so, even if I know it's a lie.

Instruct the misguided maid to bring me some dress that suits this hairstyle.

Not that I want to dress up in front of that man, but that's a nobleman with a higher title than this one. I can't even leave with the right fit.

"Well, what the hell is your fiancée doing here?"

When I look over the window into the garden, I get eyes even though I don't like the vibrant red that Al takes me walking in.

Alexander Wolfgang.

He's my fiancée, the man who betrayed me three times.