"Ma'am, I was worried you'd be gone on your own."
Who said whose lady!?
I don't know, absolutely sucks. I'm a ten-year-old now, sad to say the utmost resistance to a man trying to pull me toward the school building. Resistance Slips and gets dragged.
"Get off me! I don't know you!
"At all, don't say anything that doesn't make sense. I'm leaving."
Those who ask for help around, but even fewer, just look far-flung at us for a man's act, mistaken for our impatient lady and her squire.
Above it took, I stepped on my foot and shook up my right foot to escape, but at that moment I was held up.
"Hey do it! Get off me!!
When I think I'm being held by a man I don't know, my body even chills of strength. Fear rushes through your whole body,
"Bern!"
It was Bern that I unconsciously asked for help in the habit of being alone on my own. There's no way you're coming. If you think so, endless despair pushes in.
In the meantime, the man takes me somewhere.
Desperately bulging, the man hand-covered my mouth with a good thing that his eyes were almost gone and tightened his tight abdomen with a huggable arm. A voice like a crushed frog sounds, and the abalone is attacked by breathlessness.
Finally grown up, the man threw me into an empty classroom that was right after I walked into the school building.
I get slapped on the floor and I hold my breath for a second. It doesn't have to be that, because the abdomen was tightened up, the body lacking acid searches hard for air.
What the hell is this situation?
I'm pretty sure this guy was after me more than just showing up on purpose to be alone. But I don't know why. Your father is a Marquis, but he's not interested in power...
"You, who. What can I do for you?"
Get up and distance yourself from the man who creeps closer to the one with the door on his back.
"I don't care about that. I just need you to hurt yourself and swear to break your engagement to Brunsmeyer's eldest son."
"Huh!?
Probably the loudest voice I've ever heard in my life. No, 'cause you said you broke your engagement.
Was it this thing that Bern cared about if he did and all around him?
But how did he know I could be targeted? Who wants to destroy their engagement even if they use rough means?
The man in front of me doesn't seem willing to answer, and I can't speculate without information.
Anyway, I have to run now.
The man took something out of his nose. The outline glows dull in the light from the window, and I can tell that's the first time it's a knife.
"Somebody! Help!!
I scream while I think it's pointless with a touch of afterwards. The man laughed disgustingly at me like that.
One step. Take another step back, a cold sweat tells you on your back.
I feel cold and dull like my whole body has been drained of blood.
Gattang!
My lowered leg snagged to my desk.
The man strikes me with agility if he doesn't miss that gap.
I could see the knife sticking out, and I turned my knife around and fell to the floor. It seems that the man is going to hurt me more than kill me, and the knife he tore apart the space around his arm.
"Shh!
Guttern! and all the desks that were caught on his feet fell to the floor, trying to get up in a hurry, but the man was pulled up by force wondering if he was already in shape and grabbed his arm the other way around.
From the gaps in his disturbed brown own hair, his eyes and gaze as cold as a man's ice meet. Instinctive fear crawled up from his feet and pierced his body.
A man shook up a fist holding a knife and tried to punch me, making a sharp noise of a hump cut of the sky. At that next moment, an elongated silver object grows from a man's shoulder and the man gets a groan.
Behind the man, at some point a black shadow stood, and the man tried to cut the shadow without looking back, but on the contrary he was beaten to the side and stepped on it with grandeur.
The person who looked like a black shadow was Bern.
His grey eyes were no longer as cold as ice, looking at the man with a gleam.
In front of me, where understanding does not chase, Bern strikes a further chase.
Relax and put his heel down on the back of the man's head, which remained collapsed to the front, stomping his hand with a knife.
And pull the knife that was stabbing me in the shoulder unconstitutionally.
The bloodshed drew a beautiful parabola and danced through the universe.
Bern put the knife on the man's neck in a dimensionless motion, and the two stopped moving perfectly. The man raises his voice like a beast in the back of his throat, staring at Bern.
Bern waved the knife up without expression, returning his wrist and sinking the knife pattern relentlessly into the man's temple.
When a man faints and makes a heavy sound and falls, only me and Bern's rough breath remains in the classroom. The sound is as distant as separated a thin film, and the reality is distant.
I could only stand on the spot like I was in a gold bondage.
"... Lizzie"
Bern had a carefree grey eye that seemed like someone else earlier, looked at his whole body just now to make sure I wasn't hurt, and gave him a heartfelt relief.
And when he tried to take my hand like a habit no longer, I accidentally snapped my shoulder.
I was just simply untied and jumped, but he seemed to see his hand and think it was another reason.
Bern had blood on his hands when he pulled the knife out of the man's shoulder.
He lay his eyes down sadly and gently tried to pull his hand in.
I was going to be gone as I was, and I hurried to hold onto those hands with both hands.
My hands trembled at the feel of a small amount of but raw, soggy blood, but I grip him so hard that he wouldn't run away. Strong. Don't go anywhere.
I was so strong and scared when I defeated the man, and now Bern was getting smaller like a child before he was scolded.
"Lizia."
He tells you to let go. I shook my head and sat down on the floor as I sloppily grabbed his hand. Now I'm losing my hip.
"Lizzie, your hands are gonna get dirty."
When I wave my head again like a stubborn child, I hear a breathtaking sound as Bern bewildered.
"... sorry. I got you involved."
I'm fine. I'm not mad at you. That's what I wanted to tell you. My lips just trembled and it didn't do me any good.
When I saw him fighting earlier, I realized.
that he is accustomed to the exchange of life. I didn't even want to notice that I didn't have a slight flinch about being directed to kill with the knife, or that I didn't have the hesitation to hurt the other person.
He knew the battle when he said he was still the son of a nobleman who should have been raised dearly in the thirteenth. That's, I mean...
"You didn't understand, but if this wasn't Royal School, I would have killed this man."
Slowly as you teach, Bern says.
He implied that he had done so before. It's as if you're deliberately trying to scare me.
"You're scared of me, aren't you?
Like a tremor in my hand infected when I noticed it, a large Bern hand was also trembling small at one turn. I wish I didn't have to ask as much as tremble. I'm an idiot.
"Scary, it's settled.... but now, I'm more afraid to leave you alone"
Maybe I should have said I wasn't really scared. But I didn't want to lie to him, and I answered honestly.
I'm scared of you. 'Cause people are dying and stuff like that is something far away, and I wasn't ready for anything.
Tears spill out of my eyes at the same time as I answer. I tried to stop it with a lot of effort in my head, but it wasn't going to stop at all.
Bern didn't seem to know what to do with me weeping like an idiot.
I don't think I have a choice. 'Cause I don't know what to do myself.
"I'm sorry."
I knew the Bern of the game and that's how I was going to find out about Bern.
How stupid was that? Though I wanted to get along, I watched him with my color glasses about him becoming a villain in the future. What a villain. What's the game?
He is here with someone aiming for his life and taking someone's life. I guess I've lived in a world like that.
And yet, he apologized for involving me, and he always didn't know what he meant, he just made laughs, but the kindness he turned to me was real. I couldn't honestly accept that.
Uh, I can't think about it anymore. I just think about the same thing all the time, and I cry too much to snuggle. It sucks.
Anyway, when it comes to what I know, it just means I'm sad and I can't wait.
I told him with a tight struggle to thank him for his help, and his hand, which remained held, shook my hand back.
"You're an idiot."
Bern repeats.
"It's silly..."
That's how he made me do something clever to laugh in tears.
Handed over the man to the guard being dispatched from the royal palace, and we took a carriage to my mansion. Because Bern said he couldn't talk about the situation in Brunsmeyer. The Brunsmeyer family is involved in this, I guess.
"It's my fault you got attacked today."
"I was wondering if that was true, but why?
"Because there are people in trouble when I have children."
This, kid? Does that mean it doesn't have to be between Bern and me? Oh, no!
Oh, come on, just kidding.
"My real mother is His Majesty's third sister."
What the hell is that?
"Your Majesty's sister, you only have two."
"My mother was a child born of an earlier king with his hands on a samurai, and the samurai, my grandmother, immediately harmed herself after giving birth to my mother. I don't know why. So my mother was born with an ill-fated child, and soon after she was born, she was subordinated, and she was not known to exist."
I perceived a slight sign that the story was going to be unexpectedly big, and I hammered him like a heh and an asshole.
"My mother was an arrogant man. I guess I couldn't forgive myself for being a princess, but I was a minister's child when I was meant to be. He could have worn it all he wanted to be. And when I was old, my mother was blinded to a man at first sight. It's my father. My father had a fiancée close to marriage at the time, so my mother was forced to marry my father in the form of tearing them apart. That's how you got it. My mother died in exchange for giving birth to me. It's like that kind of curse..."
Ugh, wow. Heavy.
"I mean, he said there's royal blood in Bern"
"I guess that's what I mean. So the queen can't help but be afraid of me."
A boy the same age as His Highness Edwin, who draws royal blood. That's the secret Bern has.
Bern could be king if he wanted and had a presence to support it. That is what terrifies the Queen.
"Yeah, but there's a second prince."
"The Second Prince?
Bern looks surprised.
... hmm?
Oh, I wasn't born a second prince yet... Oh, silly ~!
"Yes, no - I wish a second prince were born"
"... right"
It was dangerous. I almost became a prophet (laughing) at risk. Bern looked weird, but he's not going to go in there.
"That way you wouldn't have been in danger either."
"I don't care about me. Bern helped me."
I fell on the floor about twice, so don't tell me it hurts mainly on the sides of my body.
"I don't think that's the problem... Well, okay. Yeah, I don't like it when they tell me I'm breaking my engagement."
Hmm. Heh. I don't like it. put up with doing it.
Hi. Looks like my head screws are getting a little loose after I'm out of danger for my life. Well, okay.
"It was probably Viscount Bollman who attacked us today. My mother must have flown the information. For her, I'm the son of a hateful woman, so it sounds like you're being kind to Bolman. He can't help but want the queen to like him, so he's most willing to kill me. I'm getting stronger because of you."
"Viscount Bormann"
If I ever see you, I'll put a shot in it. You must be absolutely bald and fat. I'll curse you to do so, even if you're not.
"Don't Lizzie hate me?
"Why?"
"One of these days, they could really be after your life."
"But that's Bern too, isn't it? You two can help each other. I might be your luggage."
"Really?"
"True"
I thought my eyes would be crushed by the much glare of Bern's innocent grin.
"Hey, Lizzie. That's warm."
I didn't know what it was about before. But now I know.
"Right."
It's warm when you hold hands. Maybe the reason Bern wants to hold hands is because he's lonely after all.
Reminds me of the feeling of blood when I grabbed Bern's hand. He may defile his hands with blood again. But Bernhardt and he are different from the game. Bern, who lives here now, is alone.
Stupid I hadn't even come yet. I hadn't seen anyone in front of me for fear of the future.
Let's get ready, too.
As his fiancée, as one person who likes him.
"I wish I could stop being noble."
"I think that's a little tricky."
Bern put a scratch on me. I thought it was a good idea.