I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

"Why..."

She crushed Lila with a terrible blue face. The clenched fist is so white that it hurts.

"Uh..."

What the hell is going on here?

Anyway, that's the attitude, no. In the meantime, ask Bern to step aside...

An arrow tip that tried to get Bern to slap him on the shoulder and get him out of the way, Lyla grabbed hold of me and grabbed my arm abusively.

And pull the arm you grabbed and force it to stand.

Oh, what!? Really what!?

The only thing I can understand with a confusing head is that my softness hurts with Lila's thin fingers eating into my selling arms.

"Mr. Lizzie, I need to talk to you for a second."

"Ha, ha"

No. I can only react like an asshole.

Lyla's face, which always had a poor grin, had feelings of impatience as to why.

He's about to be dragged away as he is, and when he finally tries to regain his sanity and raise his voice of protest, his other arm grabs him powerfully.

"If you want to talk, you can do it here."

"... it has nothing to do with Senior Bernhardt. And I'll be right there."

It seems Lila, who smiles without saying so, is not going to be pulled a step, and Bern can't even be convinced that it is.

Lyla's a little unusual right now about where she saw it coming from.

But I want you to let me say something.

Stop pulling from both. Is that or is it the one that is more real motherly to let go of your hand before the Oka trial?

"Um, Mr. Lyla, can you just let me go? Bern too..."

My jacket gets ripped off as it is. My arms hurt so much before that.

"Then will you talk to me alone?

I hope you don't mind that!

But it's not revealing as it is.

Oh, but I don't like it. Maybe I don't like talking to Lucas better than I do.

I hate it, but I can't help it. I nodded as I was forced to put an end to the roundabout brain meeting.

"Okay. But I'll ask Bern to be present a little further away so I can't hear you. Otherwise, we can't talk."

Even if my jacket rips, I'm not just going to give in.

Looking out into Lyla's eyes, she nodded and let go of her hand, knowing that although she had cruised a little, this one was not going to break.

"I'm sorry I did something stupid..."

"No."

It hurt so bad, though! I'll just say that in my heart.

In the meantime, I was to talk to Lyla on the edge of a beautiful meadow. Bern has me waiting under the tree.

They told me that they had visually confirmed that Lyla was unarmed and that they were very dissatisfied to help as soon as possible if anything was needed. If anything, it'll probably be a big deal. Lyla, not me.

The hem of Lila's skirt flickers through the winds that make the trees.

She was gripping her left hand with her right hand, gripping her restlessly.

"Um, so what's the story...?

"... I always thought I had to tell you."

Kick Lyla's water-colored and pink mixed intricate eyes look at me.

The hostility toward me was regarded as common there, and I suddenly felt dull.

"Please, stay out of my way. Give Bernhardt back to me?

"What?"

Who's gonna give who back to who?

Maybe even a little mushroom jammed in my ear. Now, Bern, you packed some weird mushrooms.

But naturally there is no poisonous mushroom stung in my ear either.

So now, did Lyla tell me to give Bern back?

"Because everyone belongs to me. Then it's decided. Because this is the world for me. You know that, don't you? Then you'll give it back, won't you? Right?"

"What are you saying..."

It was like my throat was dry.

Lyla smiles innocently enough to continue.

"Hey, Mr. Lizzia. You remember your last life, don't you? You know this is the game, right? Don't delude me. Because you're at the center of what's off the original scenario. You must have changed that, huh? But I'm not that angry.

Because Lyla is me.

Because all the love Lyla's supposed to get is supposed to be mine. I just take what I'm supposed to be given. Nothing strange, I suppose?

And yet, it doesn't work out. That's why I thought about it. He said it was because of you interrupting.

Sure, Bernhardt may have thought I could get my hands on him because he's a cool, hidden character, but he was supposed to like me, too, right? You were supposed to love me. Yet...

No, I'm sure you love me. That's right. 'Cause you have to, right? Right? Because, Your Highness, even Aloys, and Johan all told me they liked me. Yes, I did! And yet why, why, why... why, why... Han... "

Bubba Bubba.

Duh, what do I do, Lila is like Menhela...!

Or where do I stick it in from!?

Yeah, Lyla also has memories of her previous life and knows' You in Lilac ', and so she realizes it's my fault that the scenario is different, and Bern is a hidden character...

Oh, I knew you were a Bern hidden character... Thought I'd be more shocked, but less of an out-of-the-box shock because of the stunning fact on-parade given all at once. No, he's just not here yet, is he?

Well, he's handsome, and the characters aren't losing compared to other offensive targets, and he's handsome.

No, that's fine now. Let's think about it later.

The problem is that Lyla thinks this world is a perfect game and she thinks I'm in the way.

And then, at the end of the day, I felt like I was saying something other than, but I didn't hear it very well. It seemed like someone's name...

Even now, Lyla is covering her face and crushing her bumps and something.

Too many leopards weirdly enough to be convinced that Lyla and I have seen her in front of us are someone else.

I wonder what the hell changed her so far.

I mean, she's gone crazy, or it's been about the last week that I've seen something like a rush. That's just since Lyla was thrust down the stairs.

Until then, Bern and I weren't annoyed by what we were getting close to...

No way. Something happened that day more than Lyla slammed me down the stairs?

I put my hand on Lyla's fearful shoulder and cared for the gentlest tone possible.

"I have memories of previous life, as you say. But I didn't use that to get along with Bern, and I'm not trying to get in your way. I'm sorry if I misled you..."

"Lies."

I'm not lying.

Now when I realized that this was the world of maiden games, I wanted to live regardless of the key figures in the game. But I got engaged to Bern for some reason, and Katerina and I have gotten along and met a lot of other people to put our minds through it.

And that Thanksgiving day, I realized that I had looked at this reality obliquely because it was the world of games. For the first time, facing Bern from the front, I realized I liked him.

That's not because I had memories of a previous life, or because I was a character who wasn't in the game, or because Bern had the potential to be a hidden character.

Because I live as a single person named Ligia Lietberf.

"Hey, Lila. This is certainly a game like world. But it's not in the game. This is one world, and it's not about someone operating inside a TV. Me, you and Bern are one willing people. I don't think you're stupid enough to know that."

Please notice.

You are Lila, but not the main character Lila. It's not Lila, the agent of the player who plays the game.

Hopefully so, I waited for her words to be silent.

Please...

"... come on"

"Huh?"

Moment after moment, Lyla slapped my hand down hard with a hand that was covering her own face and floated the Ferocity Phase.

"Shut up. You're just a mob, aren't you? Keep aside what I was supposed to get, and don't talk like a great guy. If it's true, I was the one being held here. It was me!

Even you must know. I can't get into Bernhardt's route without giving him Bernhardt's liking here. If I don't give him his liking, I...!

Just for a moment Lyla looked unreliable like a lost child. But it disappears quickly as if it were an illusion, and she smiles again without sincerity.

"So give it back. This was supposed to be my memory. It's not yours."

I felt something cut off with the putzine.

Once a fuzzy and unbearable rage gushed out of the bottom of my belly, blowing away in an instant my confusion and fear for Lyla.

The sound of my heart beating in my body sounded like blood all over my body refluxed.

"To you..."

I squeezed my voice out of the back of my throat, devouring my teeth with so much anger.

"You have no right to deny me and Bern memories!

For the first time in my life, I used such abusive language about you.

I didn't know I had such intense emotions in me.

"Are you going to treat people like things and even be God because you think you can get anything you want? I'm not as cute or extraordinarily smart as you are. I may be a mediocre, mob-like being. But it's not about the program that I like about Bern, that I'm friends with Katerina, that I'm angry with you...! It's not a game!

My breath hurts.

Lyla's been saying it back. Just turn a confused glance at me.

Oh, how can it not be communicated?

Such empty sadness instantly spreads like water stained to my mind, which was smeared with anger.

My eyes twitch and my eyes get hot, my vision wanes.

Lyla is just as confused as ever, and that makes me extra sad.

When I noticed, Bern was right next to me, who was supposed to be waiting under a remote tree.

He interrupts between me and Lyla without expression.

With Bern's big back, Lila became invisible from me. At last a grain of hot stuff spilled out of my right eye, as if waiting for it.

"Senior Bernhardt, I, I..."

Lyla calls about Bern in an unchanging voice.

He said he had no intention of making Mr. Lizzia cry.

Yeah, I guess so. Even I didn't mean to cry.

"I'm sorry, but they let me talk to you on the way. I honestly didn't know what you were talking about."

Oh, I said as many games as I wanted... What if they ask me to explain later?

I was weirdly calmly thinking that as I held my breath desperately to avoid crying any more.

"Seniors, seniors are about me"

"Lila Carnail"

He says, blocking Lila's words.

"There's nothing I can give you because I've dedicated everything to Lizzie. I'm sorry."

I heard Lila sipping her breath.

Bern's voice was as calm as usual and, conversely, it represented so much disgust his indifference to Lyla.

"I'm sorry, but will you walk away? Hurting her any more is not a wise decision."

For some time, the meadows had only the twitching of trees and the breath of three human beings.

How long has it been? It would not have actually been thirty seconds, but after a terribly long silence, I heard a mild footsteps stepping on the grass, away, deafening.

With Lyla gone, tears flooded my eyes like they were finally broken.

How can you be so sorry and sad?

I was wondering if maybe somewhere in my mind I could be friends with Lyla.

The truth is, Lyla's not as bad a kid as I suspect she is, and if she had the same memory of her previous life, discuss the world of her previous life...

They told me it was a mob and it was helplessly hard to know that she hadn't seen us equal.

All I could do was cry over feelings without a place to go. Bern didn't say anything about my back. He rubbed me, and I cried more and more like an idiot for him to be by my side.