I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

Bern's funeral came with a paragraph, and he finally started to relax in the territory a few days earlier.

Suddenly, a letter was sent to me by Countess Ermenhilde Hausknecht.

"Ermenhilde Hausknecht...?

Crush a name that's so hard to say, I twist my neck. It was from someone I don't remember at all, but I had a feeling the letter was coming. Probably a letter of condolence. Are you sad this time, or is it hard for your fiancée to die? Since Bern's funeral, letters like that had often arrived to me, mainly from members of the Back Student Union.

But the content was much more diagonal than I expected.

Leave out the polite and far-fetched expression by being rude, and be concise as to what it was about, it was a pleasure to go to the noon meeting on the 13th.

For a moment, I feel so swallowed that it stinks like a pain in the ass to entertain me, I go back to sanity.

Hold on, hold on. When are you coming?

I think it said something about thirteen days, or today is the thirteenth. No way, something stupid like that.

No, no, no. Repeating the words of denial without meaning, but I get a weird sweat coming out of me.

I'll probably check the letter again and for some reason it said thirteen days after all.

No, no, no way. Thirteen days, thirteen days is you, I hope. Thirty days of mistakes. Then... you don't! It says thirteen as much as you want! I mean, it's so scripted, it's beautiful. No, I don't care about that.

Having presented a stunning three-time look, I finally swallowed up reality. Under what circumstances, the letter of the visit arrived on the verge of the scheduled date and time of the visit.

Oh, my God. I rushed to instruct him to prepare for the welcome, and I heard a horse hissing from in front of the mansion. Ma, no way...

When I went to the front door in an irresistible foothold, there stood a two-headed one. That was already a fine carriage stopped.

The carriage door slowly opens and the guest shows up, as if to grin at me for not being able to follow my understanding too rapidly.

Unlike me as I normally wear for a sudden visit, she gracefully stepped out of the carriage, determined without a dress, hair, makeup or some gaps, and had no place to lose her.

It's like being thrown out in front of a fully armed enemy with this kind of level 1 paper gear, I scream inside. I just screamed, and my paper gear doesn't even change.

"In a good mood, Dear Ligia Lietberf"

"Be in a good mood"

Her stunning blonde curly hair shakes as the lady thanks her.

Ermenhilde, contrary to her soft looking waist, her bright watery eyes must have looked at me. I unwittingly stepped back because I felt as though my gaze was physically accentuated as if I saw even my parents' enemies. Why are you fighting so much from the start?

Isn't that the first time we've met?

I spoke to her with every smile I could, blindfolded by the letter I was gripping.

"What a mistake, I seem to have just received a letter of visit, and I'm not ready for anything..."

"I don't care. I have heard that the Leitbergh family, though the Marquis, lacks consciousness as a nobleman."

Ugh, I laughed. To go with Elmen Hilde, I too. Haha. Straw... wah, is that funny! Come on, you bastard!

I never said this, but can I tell the Marquis' daughter that the Count's daughter licked it like that even if it rots? Not good, huh? Anyone can, just tell me it's not good. Otherwise, the angry, less human body is going to fire naturally.

It is likely that the letter was deliberately delayed to see how she was bashful in hostility towards me, although I don't remember her at all. I mean, I delayed it, or I would have deliberately made sure it arrived on the verge of the date and time of the visit. It's like saying we're here for a fight.

The look of Elmen Hilde, who is turning his gaze on me like a coarse hunt from toe to top of his head, is now the daughter of nobility! It felt like.

Rin's position, beautifully polished fingertips, bright white skin that would never have sunburned, and a doll-like face.

And two vertical rolls to refrain next to your face.

Even Katerina, the main villain warrant lady, gestures, villain warrant.

I deceived you earlier with the sound of curly hair, but I'm not a good person enough to notice someone like this, so let me be clear at this point.

Next to that face of yours is a drill no matter where you look from!!

"Sa, please guide me. I was very excited to talk to you today, Master Lizia."

"... which way, over here"

I whip it on my body, which has slowed down early, and guide Elmenhilde in the reception room. In the meantime, she seemed to observe the decoration of the mansion and even the servant's face crumbling with an indifferent gaze. Clearly, it feels too bad. What the hell...

Oh, no. When I think I'm going to be alone with this guy right now in the reception room, my stomach is going to be sore. But I can never take you to the courtyard.

"Ah, Tia. Bring me some tea in the reception room."

"... Yes, ma'am"

Along the way, he managed to get involved by calling Tia, who tried to cross the end of the hallway. With such things as respect and kindness to her husband long lost, she looked like she had been caught just a bad moment. Hehe, you're on the road too.

The reception was filled with weird tension.

Me and her both let each other strain their nerves on one foot at a time, which created awkward silence until Tia brought in tea.

Looking at the abyss of the cup of tea with his fingertips like white fish, Ermenhilde finally begins to talk about the reason for his visit.

"I'm so sorry to hear about Bernhardt..."

"Huh."

The reason for her visit was within the bounds of forecasts, as she had launched a vibrant pre-emptive attack.

It kind of seems to have worn a shoulder watermark, which makes me clap out a bit.

"I was in Bernhardt's last grade."

In the meantime, hey. I'll hit the gavel with no obstacle. Does that mean Elmen Hilde is going up my three? I don't recognize you in my face because of reason.

I don't know, but the name Elmen Hilde is a long time. Is the nickname Elle or something? As opposed to what I plan to call it so far, I don't even have any sign of it.

"I was invited to the Back Student Union in three years and he took great care of me. I'm one year older, but I'm embarrassed."

Ermenhilde seems to be a surprisingly good person. No, would you be rude if I said something unexpected or something?

Only some of them actually know Bern is alive even at the back student council. So, as I said at the outset, there are quite a few people who convey their condolences to me who were my fiancée. Bern is really admired by many people. Although she is the first person to come out in person.

Somehow it is a very gratifying story. It's a thankful story, but I don't feel at all grateful for the obviously directed malice and the unpleasant feeling of how she laughs remembering the time.

"So when I heard he was dead, I thought I had to see you."

"... Really?"

The soggy air is flowing and very uncomfortable.

I'm sorry I seem to be cheating, but Bern is actually alive - there's no way I can say it, so I pretend to be very depressed.

Peeping into my face, bent over, Ermenhilde gave me a worrying look.

"You look pale. I knew you had a thing for him."

Do I look pale now? Well, my stomach actually hurts, maybe it's possible.

"Yeah, well..."

"My hair doesn't seem to be the same color..."

Hair? Look at the tips of hair draped subtly on your chest. I just have the same chestnut habit hairs as usual. I mean, it's a bad color. Does that mean it's hurting? Though I doubt it, I agreed for now.

"Hmm? Yeah, well"

"His nose seems to be low."

"It was born"

"Oh, excuse me."

Come on, you bastard!

This guy sells me fights, but he's only here for it! Absolutely!

How can she be so malicious towards me? When I was in school, I was neglected because of Lyla tangles, and I used to get harassed and pussy slapped because I was close to Bern and Katerina...

I wonder if Ermenhilde liked Bern. Vaguely such an idea comes to mind.

But how come by now? Bern is supposed to be dead on the surface, and you came to paint me with salt or something? Or have you come to see if Bern's really dead? Speaking of which, didn't she just unnaturally check the servant's face?

Nonetheless, it would be better to avoid Bern and her just bowling together.

"Oh, do you mind if I take your seat off because I don't feel that little bit?

"Well true. You look terrible."

I couldn't help but laugh vaguely as a terrible face sounded like a terrible face. Heh heh. I wouldn't be as mad as this. I stood up, majestically speaking only in my heart saying thank you for the breadth of my heart.

"Tia, can I get you a little help?"

"Yes."

I asked Tia to keep an eye out for me if it was entertaining, and while pretending to be sick, I gently left the reception room and dashed to the courtyard for a glance.

I don't usually do this, but I'm in a state of emergency all day, and I'm at my parents' house, so this much rudeness would be tolerated. Ignoring the surprised faces of the different servants, I ran through the hallway.

Flew out like a bullet in the corridor facing the courtyard, I make my gaze circle with a kyorokyo looking for the person I want. He was probably still working here when he peered in the back near the implant.

Running over and crouching next door, slapping him on the round back makes him smile softly wondering what's going on.

Ah, I'm relieved. Somehow I get grumpy healed. But now is not the time to be soothed by swallowing.

"What shall we do, Bern? Something's wrong..."

"Weird guy?

Stopping his mowing hand, Bern asked back in surprise.

"Elmen, Hilde Howe. What a person, I'm telling you, he was in the back student union, too."

Was that your name? Howe... Howe...

No. I can only think of Howl's moving castle. I mean, I miss gibberish movies and stuff.

"Ermenhilde Hausknecht?"

"Yes, that!

Ermenhilde Hausknecht, Ermenhilde Hausknecht... I don't feel like I can remember. Why is it such a hard name to say? Even the name seems she's going to torment me.

Bern seemed to have something to think about in Bern, and he shrugged and frowned a little about whether it was Ermenhilde.

"She's in the reception room, so I came here to tell you I should hide one day."

The courtyard is behind the mansion, so as long as Ermenhilde doesn't walk around on his own, I know it's okay, but when they witness Bern, it's a lot of trouble.

"Okay."

It was the moment Bern, who just stood up, shook the hand he reached out to me.

"Ah!!

A tedious shout ran through the courtyard.

When I looked up, there was a tier that went helo while I didn't look a bit at Ermen Hilde, who made fun of my shoulders.

I saw Tia tell me why Elmen Hilde was here, but she was still trying to buy me time by sticking healthy to Elmen Hilde's hips. But Ermenhilde's horsepower is too great to make any sense at all.

"Out of my way!

"Oh...!

Shaken off by Ermenhilde, Tia finally collapsed, as she did her best. Te, tier!

While I was worried about Tia, Ermenhilde approached me.

To be honest, I'm pretty scared. 'Cause a beauty equipped with two drills next to her face is walking so staring at me. What do you say this is but fear?

Duh, what do we do!?

This guy is a visiting gardener, a little like Bern, but he's someone else, in fact, Bern has a twin brother of a living apart, and the lame excuse instantly disappears when he runs around his head.

"Oh, you know, Dear Elmen Hilde...!

Speaking out loud that she should not let her come any closer to Bern, she stopped to pitch.

"... pari"

Whimpering about something, Ermenhilde looked up. Wow, the membrane of tears stretched out in her thin blue eyes and glowed loosely.

"I knew you were alive...!

At the next moment, during one blink, she was clutching to Bern's neck with agility as if she had even made a momentary move.