Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

"... Cat"

Said Al, who was worried about his injuries, and came to the garden alone as usual. It may be becoming a habit of some sort.

The oasis I was looking for lay relaxed in the favorite space I visited that way.

"... I wonder why it's so painful to see you."

He said it was so mean, but as soon as he could see he was at such a touchable distance, his heart snapped like a possession had fallen ston.

Slowly approach the cat to avoid surprise, lay a handkerchief and lower your hips next to it. Cat sounds like she's still devouring her inebriation, sniffing her nose.

"It's really the day your cat kills you."

Move gently with your hands on your soft, fluffy stomach as you breathe.

I think animals are strange things. How can you just be touching me and my heart is so warm and healing?

I won't stop stroking my cat, slowly lowering my eyelids. Now, you might be able to think things through calmly.

"... in the first place, why would you want to send me out to pick up the Wellbells?"

That's what I've been wondering. I wonder if it's just too much trouble to destroy you because of your abuse.

If the house really works so badly, it shouldn't be necessary to pull the case I made at school.

"That's why you should strip me of my title or anything because of that evil."

Depending on the magnitude of the evil, even the worst sentence could have been imposed.

"I wonder if you intend to thank your brother... No, or couldn't you do it publicly?

I can't say I didn't have any feelings, but one way or the other, it sticks better.

'Cause I don't think my brother would miss that much disgusted evil with love. The more I think about his character, the more uncomfortable it is with the crushing from that acquittal.

"Yes, it's crazy. It's quite a roundabout for your brother, or a despicable means..."

My brother only lists justice in his creed, and prefers a squarely grand method. Whatever the essence, you want to be, so extra.

That's why I still can't believe my brother said he did it, hiding the original reason, pleading guilty to another sin, etc.

(Maybe... so much evil that your brother can't say publicly...)

I can see the blood pulling away. I honestly can't imagine anything that my brother can't do publicly.

Wellbellsley is the Earl's house in the first place. It's not pure blood muscle either, it's what I got up to. Can such a nobleman work such a great evil that he cannot speak out...

(Even if you could, aren't you at the end of the organization or to that extent...?

But where I purposefully crushed it, it would not lead to a fundamental solution. Thinking about it, is this line still thin?

(Your brother said Wellbellsley was evil. Esther said the secret had nothing to do with me. Walt is suspicious of the rise... I'm guessing you're not saying that the rise itself is evil)

In fact, among the nobles like Walt of class supremacy, there are those who have such ideas. You think it's evil and worthless to exist, except for the righteous bloodline?

"No, your brother was a civilian enthusiast... well, we're supposed to be a little special to say we're going up as civilians."

Our title and life today is primarily what my great-grandfather got with his own hands.

It reminds me of my great-grandfather, told in place of an old story before I went to bed. I remember my father seemed so proud when we talked about this.

That is why I am able to accept the position of becoming. And I'm not ashamed of it.

"Because my great-grandfather is a wonderful man who made his own way."

My great-grandfather was a nobleman from a small country far from here.

Born into seven boys in those houses, he was an ambitious man who didn't want to smoke in such a place.

At the same time, he had excellent business talent, so he jumped out of the house for good reason and came to this country far away by himself.

It would have seemed early to be accepted in the land with definitive upbringing and worn courtesy, albeit unidentified youth, and great business talent.

Saved his trust and fortune, he first entered into this country as the adopted son of a nobleman in need of gold. Keep your hands on various businesses and expand your connections.

Eventually, after careful investigation, he entered the house of a certain Viscount as his son-in-law's adopted son. Of course, the money would have moved in the back.

And he sent his firstborn son to the Count's house, where there was no trace of him.

Then, in an "unfortunate accident", the Count and his wife left the world, and he fell into the seat of the guardian of his nearest deceased son...

(... it's very likely that an unfortunate accident was intentional in this way)

There was an unpleasant sweat on my back. My brother would certainly hate these injustices...

In case there was evidence as a takeover of the Count's house, he would undoubtedly be stripped of his title as a sinner.

(It's something your father talks about in grandeur, so I never suspected... but it's possible that your father was talking about it after realizing it)

If my brother knew about it, it could be enough that he determined my father to be evil. My brother keeps his parents at a distance.

(But for the first time, you say the reason is weak...)

If this assumption were true, would it be done internally? If it's my brother's character, I'm willing to make grand accusations as long as I have proof.

(Besides, if that makes you weak, your father shouldn't talk about this...)

My father would be proud of this story because even after my great-grandfather's death, he has continued to take over and burn his ambitions. I may not leak either, but my clan is a hunk of upliftment inside. Pride, of course, is a first-class product.

To the evidence, my father was just nodding satisfactorily, even when he decided to get engaged to Alex.

"... Speaking of which, you're here because you've decided to get engaged to Alex."

It reminds me of a qualitative house I dreamed of in the meantime, although my childhood memories are not very clear. Unlike the present mansion, the memory of a narrow house that lingers naggingly.

The place where he lived was also probably a rural town away from the Wang capital. I left there... and crossed over to this king's capital.

"... how could I have lived in such a qualitative house"

How could my prized parents have lived there...... Even my father would have had difficulty doing his job in a place like that, and I can't find any advantages at all.

It's not like you didn't have any money. My house is rich enough for other aristocrats to see at a glance, and has a variety of business foundations and connections built by my great-grandfather. That's more than any other nobleman can scorn.

It's also because I can make a big face in school. Everyone wants to connect with my house.

(Well, that's not all, with your brother... although it also has the influence of Alex)

... Alex in particular would have a very big influence. He is a person who can't complain about both status specs if he even meditates on his personality, and it is everyone's longing.

Just to say I'm such a human fiancée, my position at school kept rising.

(Well, he has a lot of personality issues instead... you know, if you don't try to talk about it, you don't know)

Even if I just talked to Alex, from someone who sees him as a good impression, I wouldn't be able to judge him for his good or bad personality. I used to be.

If you had a favor, you might think of yourself as an honest person, even if you spoke ill of someone, or if you praised someone if you were disgusted, you'd think of yourself as a liar or a hypocrite.

Alex is the student chairman of the Emoldauk School of Origin, in the wake of the Duke's family. I don't need to hear what everyone thinks of him.

"I thought I was dreaming when you asked me about Alex's engagement."

The engagement to Alex was made on the strong offer of his parents… Mr. and Mrs. Wolfgang.

The Duke family made the daughter of the Count… Of course jealousy was amazing, but I became a notable target and admirer in the social world.

"Well, that's how attractive I was, but... hehe"

It reminds me of the time and makes my face burn just a little bit. I felt good inside then.

A dance party held at Alex's birthday celebration seat when he turns 10. Take my hand out of a few girls, the center of the dance floor where they took me......

"... oh? Isn't that kind of weird?

To the discomfort I felt, I quickly return from my memories of the past.

That's the first time I've seen your face with Alex. That's where Alex fell in love with me, and so your parents liked me.

Yeah, nothing's wrong with me when I think about it normally...

"... because that man... wasn't in my favor"

I accidentally flaunt my face and bite my back teeth off at the words I utter myself. Yes... that's why it's weird, in order.

He fell in love with me, not. I wonder if his parents liked me and told him to ask me to dance...... Then I know why you invited me first, even though you don't like Alex.

"But that's when I first met your father-in-law and your mother-in-law, right?

Sure, I'm beautiful, and I can snort that if I see that at a party, I'll be attracted.

But how beautiful a daughter is she, and that alone will welcome the daughter of the Count to the trace of the Duke's house?

"Though I was assuming that Alex saw me..."

If you don't have that premise, why not? Though there are certainly many things in the house that benefit me a lot......

Thinking about it, my father's attitude when he brought the engagement news now raises questions. I wonder if that was because I knew beforehand... our engagement when I snorted calmly and satisfied.

"Maybe there... what?

As much as I would have noticed, naturally my brother would have noticed at the time. Alex the party, of course.

Besides, if that's the case... Alex will finally be realistic.

(Threats? Deals? Acquisition?... Anyway, that doesn't seem like a busy thing)

Either way, maybe now we can talk to Alex. He is a person who can enjoy these irregularities.

"... it's ironic that you can better understand that guy when you hate him than when you like him"

I guess I put my strength into my anger, into the hand I was stroking. The cat sounded dissatisfied and went back to sleep.

"Oh, I'm sorry! That hurt."

Apologize as you stroke your big, soft back, facing this way.

Oh, how happy I would be if I could have been a cat and slept with you.

Is it because I was stroking you thinking about it?... Unexpectedly, until then, the cat, who had been caressed so heavily, moved her ears and lifted her face.

"Oh? What's wrong, cat..."

Trying to peek into the cat wondering, earlier than that, the cat got up and swelled her hair upside down. This is intimidating behavior.

Though I get confused by the shock of being intimidated by my cat... I look back unexpectedly when I hear a crisp and leafy stepping behind my back.

This is private property, behind the garden. I don't care what you think, there's no way people are behind this...

"... eh, Alston, dear?

I was there because of the glasses I was accustomed to seeing... and the way they wore glasses.