I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

We were standing up in front of the bed.

The time has already plugged in early in the morning and the light is starting to plug in snugly from the gap in the curtain.

If you listen, you might even hear the little bird chirping.

Plus, I was out of strength and energy because of all the things that happened at once. If there was a mirror here, I might have been supposed to see myself looking so terrible that I could zombie with no makeup.

Then I'm talking about sleeping, but that's not how it works.

"I'll be fine. Lizzie needs to sleep in bed."

"Where do you sleep when you're okay?"

Look around the Bern room with only minimal furniture. It's a room with only a bed and a desk. I wish I could sleep in it. It's kind of like a Bern or a killer landscape that really makes me want to ask if I've spent a whole lot of time here since I was a freshman.

After the interrogation, Donald left it where it was supposed to be, so it was time to rest.

But I can't go back to my room, and Bern would be tired, so I decided to have him stay in his room.

Nothing, I could have gone back to Madam's room, but I thought Bern would be unable to rest because he said he would be watching or something.

Well, to be honest, sometimes it's because the men's dorm was closer, and they seemed to be able to rest soon.

Therefore, we were supposed to sleep in the same room, but we were in the middle of a great deal about where to sleep.

To my question as to where to sleep, Bern says as if pointing to a cleaned floor and nothing.

"Floor"

"Yep."

I might still have been convinced if I had at least pulled a carpet, but there can't even be such a spill in this room.

No floors.

It hurts, it'll be cold, and it's not the kind of place the Duke sleeps. More importantly, I can't rest slowly because of my guilt.

Mostly one day we'll start sleeping together, and I don't know what's going to happen enough to make plans a little quicker.

"Let's sleep together."

It was, as far as I'm concerned, a proposal based on a supremely natural course of action. Come on, let's just say yes or something, let's go to bed. Otherwise it's going to be a real zombie as well as a face.

"It's unhealthy!

Bern suddenly covered his face and screamed, so his drowsiness blew away for a moment. Bit, I'm surprised...

What the... Is it puberty? Oh, puberty.

Or sleepy. My eyes are often hot behind my eyes. I have a heavy head.

I think even Bern is sleepy ~.

"I don't have to sleep for like three days."

Sounds fine at all.

No, I guess that doesn't mean you can sleep on the floor. Do I look like a terrible guy who can sleep on the floor with my fiancée and sleep in bed?

"You can't... I can't take a break from that."

No. Something flirts. After all, human sleep is important. Whatever you say is one of the three great desires. Must be the strongest of the three Desires.

Suddenly a simple question arises as to why I am standing up and persuading Bern to fall asleep like this when he says there is a clean and soft bed in front of me.

Doesn't matter anymore, I rammed into a paradise that spreads in front of me according to the sweet temptation of instinct.

I must be melting into too much comfort right now and spreading like slime. No, I'm sorry, slime could be a little disgusting.

"Lizzie, I need to wear a proper blanket..."

Bern's voice was annoying as he woke me up once trying to lay the blanket underneath and sleep as it was, grabbing the shaking hand and pulling it in.

Not surprisingly, Bern fell beside me.

But I try to get up in a hurry right away.

"Bern will be tired too... shall we go to bed now?

I tell him desperately with my sleepy, immobile mouth, but he might not have been able to say the toy properly.

Bern, however, seemed to have listened properly and solidified for a while in a position where he was about to wake up his upper body. Probably bothering you.

"You'll stay by my side, won't you?

Please, go to sleep. With such a one-minded, undesperate mouth, he finally laid his body frightened about what he had noticed.

Oh, speaking of which,

"When we get married, I wonder if this is how we'll sleep together..."

"It's unhealthy!

Bern screamed whether or not my words would end and quickly rolled over the bed and disappeared. At the same time, there is a noise of a gotten so heavy that it falls to the floor.

I don't know what you're doing, this guy.

Enough, let's go to bed. Let's fall asleep.

I felt signs of Bern coming up to bed in the first place, and I waited as I pulled out the power of my body, and a slumber sinking into the mud just arrived.

Second, Donald's face floated. I wonder what happens to him. I hope you live quietly in Ichii as per the deal. I vaguely think so, and my thoughts quickly fog away and disappear.

From the bed I smelled the soap and the Bern I could smell. He sounds like a pervert, but he smells kind of reassuring.

"Hey, Lizzie"

Uh, wait. I'm so sleepy right now. If it had been a few seconds earlier, I might have said that it was, uh...

My body's already asleep, and my brain's still a little awake. It's like a dream.

Drowsiness was no longer a violent level, and returning a reply about what had happened to me now wasn't even going to lift my eyelids again.

But Bern keeps talking without me having to respond.

"I told you earlier that Lizzie would help even though she didn't like violence and blood. I know you were going to keep an eye on me not to kill him, but, uh, I'm so glad. Because I'm sure you didn't like it."

I whispered softly like I was revealing a secret.

Yeah, yeah. I'm listening. Oh, well, you were happy.

"I think the environment I grew up in and the way I think about it are a little off normal. But Lizzie accepted, sometimes stopped, and I finally became a person."

That's not true.

The young Bern I met at that tea party in my memory gave me a smile.

I did think you were a doll, but you were a decent person. An ordinary boy who is lonely, scared, and some slightly cruel.

"Thanks.... sorry"

You're welcome.

If I wasn't sure what I was thanking and apologizing for, I would have fallen asleep so deeply that I didn't even dream of answering that in my heart.

"Good night, my Lizzie."

It was already past noon when I woke up.

Whether we have breakfast now or not, instead of brunch, it's only lunch. No, snack when you suck...

Well, I slept early in the morning, and I can't help it. I'm fine. I'm not lazy at all.

When I told myself so, Bern told me to say good morning when I was clearly familiar and doing some writing. Oh, yeah, good morning. How can you wake up so neatly? Yesterday? This morning? He said he wouldn't have to sleep in for like three days, but is it true? I think you should go to bed, even if it's true.

There was a pleasant breeze either for ventilation or from an open window.

Bern's unmixed dark hair is sarcastically shaking in the sunny bright room. The side of me writing seriously was as neat as ever to dislike, but not as inorganic as a doll I used to feel.

Because if you look at it this way, you won't be able to kill one of the bugs, but you can do that.

Well, I knew people like that, and I was so ready to embrace that side of the carriage on my Thanksgiving return.

Bern smiled bitterly, pointing to the back of the room, wondering if he would fall asleep as usual because I would always be so depressed with my upper body up on the bed.

"The bathroom would be in the back."

"Thanks"

Then I washed my face and brushed my teeth and I got some head that was falling asleep.

I just asked for information last night and couldn't think of anything, but things are going in a pretty bad direction even if I don't think about it carefully.

But why did you aim at me?

Bern is the biggest obstacle to Aloys, and he was on guard before Bern actually became an obstacle.

Compared to that, I am a useless general student.

That's why I haven't been very careful so far.

When I was having a hard time thinking about that, I heard a knock.

I hear someone's been asking.

I only put my face out of the washroom and tried to see who was here, and even though the master of the room had not invited me, the visitor took the liberty of opening the door and coming inside.

"Coming in, Brunsmeyer"

I thought you were already in there. I mean, there were a lot of things I wanted to say about what that way of speaking to seniors was, but Darius turned into a brilliant stone statue of things when he saw me in Bern's room.

If it's just the look, he's a mysterious beautiful boy, so maybe I should just keep exhibiting him in the museum.

"What's going on? Darius."

Petrification unravels, Darius points at me as I blush and tremble.

Didn't you learn not to finger people? You rude bastard.

I thought about it and remembered that it stayed asleep when it came to it. I see, you Darius. You're pretty upside down sketchy. Let's make it a future mess.

Or what should I do to change? Bern, I wonder if you have it for me. I didn't really care because it was an emergency last night, but I can't wander outside in my bedtime.

What a relaxing thought, Darius, who was flirtatious and trembling, opened his eyes excitedly and suddenly shouted.

"It's unhealthy!

Something's deja vu. Is it puberty? Oh, this guy was in adolescence, too.

"What's up, Werner?"

Gorgeously through and Bern asks.

Don't tell me you said the same thing yourself.

"Oh, oh... They've secured Johann's condition. As instructed, we're already on our way."

"How long will it take"

"He said he was hiding near the information. It'll be here soon and tonight."

"Right. What about Ionias?

"I'm almost ready. I thought you were in the princess's mood right now.

"What princess?

"It's Katerina."

Or as far as I can tell, the back student council was getting ready for something while I was asleep.

What the hell is going to happen?

"No, why are you here!

"What. You had a rough day yesterday. Can't you just say that?

It's going to be a lot of noise, and there's never going to be anything Darius doesn't know about last night.

"You had a rough day yesterday"

"Hi!"

It was a terrible bar read to have at all.

I also have terrible friends.

"You can bald Darius."

"It's so easy to get bald."

"And all you have to do is become a trained monk and learn humility and compassion."

"You don't know what it means sometimes. Stop using analogies. I know you're making fun of me!

Well, I couldn't pass it on to a training monk. A monk, then? But, monk, I'm not bald. Ha! Yes, Xavier, there's a bald hand!

"Well."

Bern's quiet but well-kept voice put an end to our senseless annoyance.

He breathed lightly into the ink of the letter he had just written and dried it, placing it in an envelope neatly.

"I was going to go a little further, but the other side has been aimed at Lizzie angrily. I've spoiled it before, but I guess it's time to get tired of it."

After it waxed quickly, it became a hidden pocket for my jacket with intricate signatures that were unusual and unusual to the Duke's signatures.

Standing up and looking back, Bern says in a cold, bottom-cold voice.

"Shall we start the fox hunt?"

His expression in the backlit light could not be found out from this one.