Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

"... Again, my name is Amelia Wellesley. I'm sorry I behaved so rudely to William earlier, even though I never worshipped your honor."

I would have no choice but to put it in a somewhat disgusting way to Will, who couldn't fit in with something great nobleman.

Neither was I in a position to complain because I didn't reveal my identity, but if I did poorly, this time I might get back to the starting point again with this matter.

"It's William.... It doesn't get that hard and you can treat me the way you've always been. And, uh, the name is Will, okay."

"No, you can't be rude to Master William like that. You weren't angry earlier about savagery. I won't let you get away with it. I'm ready to be punished at any time."

Honestly, if Will sued me for my conduct in the infirmary, I'd be guilty. It's the worst offense of disrespect. Happy or unhappy, the only witness I have is Will, so everything in my future depends on Will's addition and subtraction.

(Though I thought the cause of the fall was in Esther, in some cases this is the case)

Well, I can't even say it's still indirectly because of her involvement because of the cause of the injury and the fact that he mistake me for Esther.

But this time, it will be almost self-inflicted. I never dreamed such a do-grade bomb was dropping. So he was the one who had to worry more than Alex.

(Well, it's an opportunity to make sure you care, and you can't help it this time)

I'm just heartbroken that I haven't harassed Esther much yet, but you can abuse her again if you have the next chance.

"... well, yes... but for one thing, I'm not that angry... I'm not willing to punish you."

But behind my back when I made up my mind, Will looked so sad that he could see. On the contrary, it's a broken response that says he's not going to punish you either.

Apparently Will was more personable than I thought, and he missed me more than I expected.

"Thanks for the generous treatment...... Will"

"Huh!!... Oh! Thank God for that!

With words of gratitude, I also take in and return his request for just a little bit. Then when Will's face, which had shriveled until then, looked all shiny, he nodded very satisfied. Oh, my God, she's so cute.

"So, why is William here?

Until then, Alex, who had been static about the exchange, pinches his mouth as if he had anticipated a fit.

I guess Alex and Will were originally familiar with each other when I saw how they came into the salon and the casual things they said.

"... I'm here to thank Amelia."

"Ho?

Whether William's words were unexpected or not, Alex narrows his eyes to look interesting after opening them slightly.

But in contrast to Alex like that, my brother kept a stiff look on his face and opened his mouth hard to say he would turn to Will.

"... called Amelia's statement earlier, what the hell do you mean? Dear William."

If you'd listened to that exchange, you'd already know I was being rude. Rather than from my brother, I suppose he thinks it's impossible to do what I'm thankful for. Though you're absolutely right.

"I got hurt and went to the infirmary during this time, but Alwyn was away. Then Amelia... gave me first aid..."

Will distorts his face slightly and spits out the word first aid. Regardless of whether I can call that an injury, I guess I don't really want to recall the details of the first aid.

"Amelia? No way..."

My brother, who looks disgusted by the words coming out of Will's mouth, is even more hilarious than rare at the earliest. Still, what does this guy think of me as?

Are you surprised that I helped people or that I was able to treat them... I can't make a decision, but it makes no difference that I'm being ridiculed.

As I looked at my brother with a flashing expression, he, in the main, turned his gaze to me.

"Amelia, is that story true?

"Yeah, well, generally. I was injured too, so I met Will in the infirmary."

My brother's clenched fist moves pickly on the word injury. Perhaps Alex has heard falsehoods about my injuries.

After staring at each other silently for a while, my brother asked me with those chilling eyes.

"... Amelia, didn't you really know that Master William was a prince?

"... what do you mean, brother? As I said earlier, I didn't even know he was royal."

Between your brother and me, the pins and the air strain.

Perhaps my brother, based on his previous history and my personality, considered that I had snuck up on Will as a prince.

It's as if you don't trust me from the beginning, and you're determined to be. Well, I'm aware I just did something to discredit my brother.

"What do you think? Those who know that Lord William is a prince know that. Nor is it strange that Amelia knew he was a prince"

Indeed, I have heard before of the presence of royalty officials in the middle ministry. In the middle section, that's probably what makes no one so famous as to not know.

There will be many sons of aristocracy who will like it and think about getting it done once and for all. Some of them may have been suggested so by their parents.

But I had already decided to get engaged, and I wasn't even very interested because no one at home would talk about that. Even your brother would know that much......

(Or maybe he said something to your brother...)

My brother, who came into the salon to think of it, was quite surprised to see Will's face.

No wonder he has contacts from the point of view of being the middle student chairman or Leon being the vice chairman of the high department...

But if my parents say something, I can also nod at this stubborn attitude of my brother. That's what he said. He's an extreme hater of power. If this conjecture had hit me, no wonder my brother figured I was being instructed to do something by my parents. Even if we continue to deny this, we will remain parallel lines to each other.

It's a little cumbersome, but I guess I'll have to make excuses from a different side.

You can't just deny a type like your brother. Firstly, we must prepare a prefabrication as he prefers, include his own cleanliness so that he is satisfied with it, and take it with him so that he cannot dispute it.

"... Assuming you knew I was a prince, was there a problem?

"Again... you admit it"

"No, brother. I swear to God, I didn't know he was royal. But whether he's a prince or a prince, how can you leave him alone when there's someone hurt in front of you?"

Well, the truth is, if you knew Will was royal, you would never have gotten involved.

His injuries could not be called injuries, and honestly, they did not require my treatment. This trouble happened because of the Buddha's heart out there. Next time we loop, let us not hesitate to ignore it.

But whatever my heart is, my brother speaks like a saint prince. He is a man who wants to be fair and just. At the same time, that is the weakness.

"... I mean, you think he was treating even if he wasn't royal? Even if the injured are civilians?

As cold as ever, he asks. Even my brother on the boulder, I guess he's not willing to let go and believe my words.

"Nobles Obriege. We must be aristocrats and therefore exemplary people. Until I gave them a hand because they needed help and I had as much power to help them. Why should I ask for consideration for the act of giving what I have?"

I'll say it out loud and clear with confidence. In fact, I intend to carry out my noble duties, so I would even lend a hand to my civilian counterparts in such a situation. However, Esther is excluded.

My brother looked like he had chewed up a bitter bug at me for putting the nobility's responsibilities to work. No matter how suspicious and suspicious you may be of me, it will be difficult to deny it to the boulders when they say that the act is a responsibility and a duty as a nobleman.

"... I knew you weren't nice to Amelia"

From behind, keep the blurry and squeaky words through as impressed. With that said, Scott might have mistaken me for not wanting to be nice to civilians.

But thinking about it like this, maybe it's not an unexpected mistake because I feel like an ego based on the assumption that I'm a big nobleman.

"... So you're saying that if it's to blame, we'll give charity to everyone, regardless of class or whatever? You?"

But he still doesn't intend to back off. I gaze half-eyed at my brother, who caresses Esther in the sidelines. I know you're being sarcastic about my attitude towards her, but a man with a bad temperament is so cool, brother.

And it's Esther again. Why are all of them at the student council so obsessed with Esther? She's just a civilian, and it shouldn't be anything less or more.

"No, I'm not going to give you the imposition without sight. The application can be poisonous if it passes. I believe that it is also my duty as a nobleman not only to impose it, but also to treat it strictly.

If you say so, although it is not applied, the treatment to Will is not gentle, but strict. My kindness has so far been directed only at cats.

"If you can't give it equal, for whatever reason, it's just a whim. An inequality arises between your whimsical, helpful life and your helpless life. Have you ever thought about the downward swinging at the whim of a nobleman?

"... I suppose so. But hypocrisy over goodness that doesn't. Whether it's just an ego or a whim that helps, it makes sense."

"You... are still noble to the bone marrow"

That's what my brother told me to throw up. Does my brother care that we are not talking about Will at the earliest, but about the relationship between nobility and civilians?

But how could my brother be so obsessed with nobility and civilians? If Scott sees that character or that his head is like a flower garden, he'll know he's following his ideals without thinking.

But as far as my brother is concerned, I don't see why he cares so much about civilians. I can't imagine him doing what he said without thinking, and if he says it's noble duty, it's not until then.

(Besides, how can you feel that your brother is not a nobleman and sometimes he sees things from a civilian point of view...)

He's noble, so there's no way.

"Well, calm down, Wellbellsley"

There is a waiting voice between us still trying to conceive of the tension.

Unexpectedly turning to those who were voiced at the same time as my brother, Will, the Lord of the Voice, trembled victoriously whether he was surprised by the momentum.

"... No, it's my brother, not Amelia. You guys don't look alike, but you look alike."

To the words, I frowned as much as I could and complained of my dissatisfaction all over my face. At least, I'm not going to be as ruthless as my brother. I also received a new evaluation with Unique earlier.

But my brother doesn't respond particularly to Will's words, and he pales back to him without even seeing me flaunting him next door.

"What is it, Master William"

"You seem suspicious of Amelia, but I don't think so. After she finished her treatment, she left without a name. If you were willing to take me in, you wouldn't do that."

Distract from Will's words, whatever. Well, you can't even be named for that kind of treatment.

"I know you're showing me around, but are you Amelia's brother? Trust your sister for a little bit."

"... ok. If that's what Master William said, it must be too much of my thinking."

My brother showed a pulling attitude at first, but I could still see dissatisfaction swirling in the back of my eyes.

Well, your brother doesn't know about the exchange in the infirmary, and if you only heard about the upper side, it would be a tremendous beauty story, so you can't help being suspicious.

Without knowing the prince, healing the prince's injuries... the noble lady who leaves unnamed. It's going to be a fairy tale, but I wonder if a noble lady is subtle.

If this were a civilian Esther, I guess that would be a fairytale-like beauty story. Poor could be a love story. You won't be able to have a seat for your righteous wife, but you'll be able to get more than your righteous wife.

(Though I'm afraid I'll never be able to say enough fantasy stories)

Now Esther drove me from the aristocracy and shot next to Alex. I don't know what happened to them, but it would be easy for Alex to put a guardian on her so she could get married.

Besides, he loves to hold his opponent's weakness. He must have already steadily consolidated his basement so that his relatives wouldn't complain.

"Besides, there will be more serious problems than Amelia!

We turn to Will's words. Critical issues?... I wonder what this is all about.

"There was a lot going on and I accidentally accepted it, but is she a civilian? Let me first ask you to explain why the civilians are here."

Will, pointing to Esther, said so and turned his gaze to Alex. Most likely.

I can't help but stare seriously into Will's face at what I haven't heard in a long time.

Apparently, Will is the most understandable opponent of all the people here.