I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

It's finally here!!

I didn't have to wait at all, and I wasn't looking forward to the entrance ceremony!

Oh, I'm here... I don't like it...

The only thing that makes me happy is that I can spend every day with Bern and Katerina again.

Bern is two up and Katerina is one older, so I really missed him, especially this past year.

Because the school only sees me in the summer and winter of the holidays, what a Bern every holiday. No, I came home early with a horse and it stuck to the rink. Thanks to that, they got the best equestrian grades in the school year. Congratulations.

My parents and servants dropped me off in tears, and the journey towards school even seemed like a way to the execution yard.

Fuck yeah, don't even know people's minds... Tia, I'm glad I lost my job and everything, and to your mother,

"I'm so proud of you! School life with my fiancée! I grew up in school with your father, too."

and showed great excitement. Your father was lit with a slight red ear. I don't like it.

Leave that alone.

I would like to mention a few things that have changed in the last five years leading up to entering the school.

First, the second prince Selim was born safely.

Thanks to this, the Queen's interest has shifted to you, and the raid on Bern has disappeared. Thanks to Bern, I started to call it a horrible thing.

Secondly, it seems that Lyla is making more flashy moves than the game.

I heard rumors via Katerina that Lyla is quite cordial with two of the attacking Alloys and Johanns she met on Thanksgiving.

Aloys is the second son of the Earl of Danitz family, famous for his so-called players. You're not even an adult yet, but you're flushing your name with a number of young ladies. Though I also feel a little bit of a liar when I get here.

The other Johan is also famous for his excellent succession to the Knights Chief Count Drexler's martial arts.

Well, it would be natural for us to be famous because we're both handsome because our parents are just the object of the game's offense at that title. Plus, sometimes my fiancée hasn't decided yet, and she was marked as a fiancée without a fiancée.

If those two and Lyla are on the game, after we meet at Thanksgiving, there shouldn't be any contact until we meet again at school. But the reality is quite different, and Lyla calls Aloys her brother and says Johann and I are close and often come and go to each other's houses like we used to be childhood tamers.

If you move so flashy, it's something Lila's bad reputation seems to hold, but few people say bad about her.

Awful, honest and innocent. Naïve. Girl who is nice to everyone and doesn't even know the existence of malice.

Perhaps there is the same reincarnator as me near Lyla, or Lyla.

As far as I'm concerned, I'd like it to be the latter, if possible.

Because she has succeeded in not buying jealousy from the same sex while keeping both promising good-looking men in the future. Even the heroine in the game was jealous or slapped in the pussy.

Or is this the one called game correction? Oh, that's silly.

If Lyla is a reincarnator, she will either have a child whose contents are like adding a Virgin to an angel or, conversely, a fairly strong child. First of all, it wouldn't be a choroy opponent in a way that it's a misguided radio heroine.

Oh, my stomach is kinda hurting...

Nevertheless, you can't not not enroll.

Side by side the White Asian school buildings and fountains that I often see in the stills of the game, I aim to do it with the first auditorium where there will be a daze and an entrance ceremony.

Honestly, I have no idea where it is, but if you're letting yourself be in the flow of a freshman-like army, you'll be fine. That's what a previous life's survey says.

And, all of a sudden, the school student hedge that came to see the freshman cracked suckingly. Whoa, is this your majesty's fart?

and relaxed and something black and quick appeared, getting bigger and bigger,

"Lizzie!"

"Geez yeah!?

The next moment I realized that was Bern, I was tackled and held up as I was.

My point of view gets so high that I scream unexpectedly.

Oh, now the scream, while I was at it, I feel like I was just like an extinct demon when the fantasy movie goblin I used to see was defeated.

Bern began to circle in circles, holding me back, even though I was ashamed to just be held up in front of the public.

You, it's not a Hollywood love comedy movie! Stop it!

Bern stopped turning to me for a bit of reflection on me screaming an uncalled for bee again.

By the way, my skirt was holding me back with my hands, so the color of my pants never came off.

"I missed you"

I usually look down at Bern's laid-back lashes, which I just look up to. Nice, as long as I have long eyelashes and I'm jealous.

"Liar! You just met him for the winter break. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"Lizzie's cold"

Don't think you can forgive me for anything if I look sad! Forgive me! And I missed you too!

Having grown taller in the last few years, Bern is taller than his generation, and his voice has become completely lower. I wonder if my attitude toward me is becoming more childish year after year, even though it is inversely proportional.

Though, he listens basically to me, so, like I said, maybe he put me down on the ground.

Even though the entrance ceremony hasn't even begun yet, Bern has made me look bad and conspicuous. Obviously, the eyes from around me are turning from indifferent to eyes directed at rare beasts.

"What if Bern can't make friends?"

"What, you want a friend?

"I ask the other way around, why didn't you think I needed it?

"I'm kidding. I can do it right."

Think of it as other human resources.

"Finally, you've met Senior Bernhardt's Goddess of Fortune."

A young man with red copper hair appeared sneering from behind Bern and laughed. Bern doesn't seem to dislike being stood right next to me, either, and he doesn't seem like a bad person.

Or how do you know how to call that!?

Since the birth of the second prince, I had been certified Goddess of Fortune by Bern. I hope it's just the two of us, but don't ever say it in front of people! I said...

I stare closely at Bern and send silent protests, but the person of the moment looks blurry and far away. All this time, it's blurry to look at you!

"I'm a two-year Ionious Muller. See you later."

The young man looked happy to see how we were doing, but he named himself out because there was no sign of Bern introducing him.

I see, this man is Ionias. Actually, I've heard a lot about him, mainly from Katerina, since around last summer.

"This is Lizia, daughter of the Marquis of Leitberg."

As we exchanged greetings, we entered our sight of a beautiful silver-haired female student walking gracefully over here. Is he the one who wants to make rumors?

"Dear Katerina!

"Lizia!"

Running over to each other and hugging each other. I knew the girl was soft and wonderful. No Bern. I don't care about this guy, and he's so stiff.

I wondered if Katerina had sporadically told me to congratulate her on her admission, hitting her and turning around she opened her eyes excitedly and poked a fan at the two men. Oh, you haven't changed, and I'm strangely relieved.

"No more! It's terrible that you both left me!

'Cause I thought you said you'd have trouble being escorted other than Your Highness.'

"Gu! You're a really bad guy."

"Yes, sir."

Katerina is an old habit, trying to slap Ionias on the two arms, but she is brilliantly diverted, and the fans vainly cut off the sky.

Caterina, which it will regret and leap on, and Ionias, who will send all fan attacks to show. It is clear to me that this movement is that of those who are used to being slapped with fans and have been subjected to Caterina fans for many years.

Well, when it's about me, I mean, I don't intentionally avoid it, or rather, it's like I'm going to hit it? It's not inevitable otherwise. Never.

This guy named Ionias, whose parents are Viscounts, is one of Bern's friends, and he's the odd one who bought Katerina's prospective role and left. Katerina said she could play a role as a go-to...

Well, it seems to be working. Above all.

"Lizzie."

There was Bern's face smiling softly as he looked up. The wind blows and the dark hair shakes saggily.

"Happy enrollment"

"... thanks. Good luck to me."

Yeah. Good luck.

For now, it was just an admission ceremony and a dormitory ceremony.

Oh, but we made friends! She's in the dorm room.

Her name is Clarissa Ohm. It is not a royal worm.

She felt like a quiet, deep-window maid. I hope we can do well.

I was actually planning on going into a private room, but I miss the private room, and because of it, it's dorm life, so I made it a room for two. No, I'm glad he seems really nice.

I thought maybe I could be in the same room as Lyla... but she seems to be a private room. It was supposed to be a room for two in the game.

I packed up less and I came all the way to the fifth school building I had promised Bern.

The relatively old fifth school building has internship classes such as art and music rooms, and when there are no classes, they are supposed to use them as they please. I still hear piano and violin faintly in the wind. Many people tend to musical instruments when they become aristocratic children.

Sit on one of the benches arranged in front of the school building and wait for Bern.

The maple on the side swayed with a touch, and the shadow of a delicate leaky day of wood, like a geometric pattern, swayed loosely like the surface of the water. It's a beautiful day.

When I felt her gaze and gave her a face, I saw her in the distance.

Luxurious body in watery hair. It's Lila.

Lyla laughed at me as the flowers broke as I stared at her like a fool who had hardened into an encounter I never expected. I try to laugh back in a hurry, but it may not have worked and it may have turned out to be like a weird pull laugh.

While I was wondering if I should go talk to her, Lyla was called by someone to run away. That red hair looks familiar. Probably Aloise.

I didn't see any malice or anything on Lyla's smile and she looked like a really cute innocent girl. It was exactly a worthy, pathetic grin for the star of this world.

Maybe it was my overthought after all.

"Lizzie."

"Ah, Bern."

"What's going on? Look like catfish."

"Catfish..."

Is it because your mouth was half open? Hmm?

Mm-hmm. I'd have liked a bearded fish at least.

It was the art prep room that guided me by holding hands. They say there are people who want to introduce you to everything. Speaking of which, I think he said Bern built a club or something in his freshman year.

If this school also has more than five members and an advisor teacher, there is a system that can create clubs. There are also common brass concerts, clubs that just have tea parties, and the Honorable Edwin Fan Club.

When I opened the door, there were a dozen students there.

Ionias, who was playing chess in the back of the room, waved in affection and said this naughty.

"Welcome to the Back Student Union!

"Oh, thank you."

I bow my head and notice with conditional reflexes. Back student club?

Back!? What's back!?

You know, Bern. I tried to create a basement so Lizzie could have fun at school, but this isn't how it happened. Take it easy!

In the meantime, I hammered him. I don't know what you mean right now. I'm too confident you look like a catfish.