I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

Escape safely thanks to Bernhardt and Lygia while under attack, passing through the neighbouring Roman territory from Leitbergh territory to the west overnight. From there, a little north, the carriage entered Gryssner territory.

From here to Vele in the West Bank, we have to pass through the territory of each of the three more large and small. If things go well, they'll be able to reach Vele in three days.

I wonder why, on the contrary, it makes me anxious when they tell me to go well. I'm still getting unfamiliar, maybe a little nervous.

I ran for a while and got to the stable.

Just cut it off, so as declared, Lizzie left the carriage when she took turns driving.

If you think about it, Bernhardt, who was a former Duke, currently has no identity whatsoever, and I'm at the Count's house, and the most senior of these three now is Lizia.

She's supposed to be the tallest, but very naturally she sits in the cockpit.

Weird. It doesn't matter what you think. I've never heard of a marquise who could generally steer a carriage. Whatever it is, it's a mess.

Thinking about that hidden in the carrier without changing phase, Gossogosso and the entrance swayed and Bernhardt came in instead.

I almost raised a weird voice, but I manage to swallow it.

'Cause you don't have a choice. I can't believe Bernhardt and I weren't alone in school. Besides, in such a small space!

If you stretch your toes a little, you have him at a distance you're likely to be touched.

When I think about it, I feel like I can't breathe because I feel every inch of my fingertips.

Thankfully, the front is dim, so he won't be able to tell that I'm red. It seemed terribly awkward for him to find out that I was shy.

Then the front that kept me from people and the cold wind until just now makes me feel like I'm no more amazing. Forget I thought it was a little dirty and a little unpleasant at first, and I thanked this brown cloth covering the carrier.

You don't know, or no, pretend you don't know, such as in my mind, he turned his back on this one and dived early into the bed of the blanket where Lizzie was until just now.

I was treated as if I had nothing, and once again I realized I was floating in the wrong place, and suddenly my embarrassment crept up. Meanwhile, the blood that was climbing on my head drops softly.

I wonder what you're thinking. There's no way anything's going to happen. He's not interested in me at all.

When I mocked myself so, it seemed that my normal feelings had returned a lot and the curse on my joints, which had been stiffened by mysterious tensions, had also been lifted.

And thank God it wasn't just the joints that solved it.

"Um..."

Bernhardt kept his face in the blanket until the tip of his nose, opened his eyes thinly once and looked at this one.

Shit. I didn't think about what I was going to tell you, although I was good to talk to you.

How can I not think enough of this? Really disgusting.

Desperately go around your head and look for topics.

Yes, thank you.

I hadn't said a proper thank you yet.

"Thank you for your help"

"Don't worry about it"

Bernhardt, completely back to the tone he had when he was a chairman and a member, is still unsatisfactory.

I don't mean to be rude, but I said there was no evil emotion there, just not interested, rather I was relieved. That's what my familiar Bernhardt was.

"But it doesn't do you any good. Lizzie said the reason for her kindness was good behavior, but you..."

Unexpectedly stuck in words to me, he hoisted one eyebrow. If you want to say something, say it. Honestly, I'm a little scared. I'm scared, but it's still nice. I have a girl who thinks about it. I felt like I was in town again.

"To the best of my knowledge, you weren't the kind of person to be nice to people for very no reason"

Wouldn't it hurt his mood?

Even if I try softly, I'm not going to be able to read anything from his expression as usual.

"I'm not wrong. So you don't have to freak out."

It's like everything I thought was clear.

Speaking of which, that's what happened when the Art Appreciation Club invited me back to the Student Union.

As if he knew how I felt, he surprised me with everything he said.

I may have started having special feelings for him from that time on.

"Then why?"

The voice that made it so that my emotions would not be on the table as much as I could, I felt like I had pressed him to death.

Is it that important about her?

Because those words seemed to pop up when I was distracted.

No. This is not what I'm trying to say.

I can't believe you haven't even been treated like that, but jealousy is all alone, and it sucks.

Even so, it's because of Lizzie's passion that I got here safely.

Besides, I don't hate Lizzie anymore. Rather, I like it. She was not as selfish, glamorous, or despicable as I wished for because of her jealousy.

Whether the unpleasant part of me suppresses it or not, it comes out on its own, trying to be evil. What the hell happened to me?

"You may still be worth something you don't even know yourself. Have you ever thought about that?

Suddenly the question thrown stops thinking for a moment.

I don't know either. My own worth...?

"No."

"Yes."

He snapped like he wasn't interested for asking, and he closed his eyes.

"Oh, that."

"Sleep a little. If you like, why don't you do it with Lizzie? You're free, too."

Leaving that to say, it seemed like this was the time he decided to sleep.

I wonder what that meant.

My value is that I am the only daughter between my mother, who has been married from the Duke's house in a neighbouring country, and my father, who was the head of the Count's main house. I thought there was something else...

I don't care what you want to hear, they've already declared they're going to sleep. My nerves weren't trying to be fat enough to interfere with the sleep of someone who would be tired twice.

I was free, and as I blurted and looked at his black, round back head, I remembered when I fell in love unknowingly.

I was finally out of the narrow world of mansions, but I was in my highest grade when I realized I was completely unfamiliar with school life because I had no experience of speaking properly with my age over the years.

Of course, I haven't been alone all my life. aristocratic sons to be formed into the Count's house. Yes, from the side, it's called surrounding. To be honest, they don't really like it.

I am continually asked to be the direct daughter of the House of Counts of Housknecht, even though I am said to have left the mansion because of it. When there is surrounding it, students who have nothing to do with the Count family are even far-fetched.

Unlike that jail-like mansion, with so many people overflowing the school, I was lonelier than ever.

Is that why?

Wouldn't you like to try your own power?

I had faint expectations of Bernhardt's words and of a new world that I had so solicited.

I think the members of the Back Student Union treated me equally.

The more you can call me a friend, the more subtle it would be if you were intimate with them. But with no more interference than is necessary, sometimes seniors are called in such a ticklish way that they are relied upon to do one job together. I loved that space.

I felt that besides my identity and blood, I could put my chest up that I was worth it.

So I thanked Bernhardt for bringing me into the Back Student Union.

I purely admired and respected him for being younger than myself but with a flawless sense of talent. And if you noticed, it was in love.

I guess the Back Student Union has changed me in a good or a bad way.

Until then I must have given up thinking about something with my own head. Nobody asked me for that, or rather, even a reluctant bare gesture.

But once I knew I was going to think about it, there was no way I realized that the good boy I'd ever been right was just a doll to be made good by someone else.

That's why I ran away.

I thought I had to run away and see him.

He found me, and now I thought I'd go find him.

If.

I, just a girl, ask no one far away.

Would he have liked me if I had any other value than identity or blood, only a human being named me?

The horse's tall hissing returned to me.

Then the surrounding sound returns as if you suddenly breathed back.

Bernhardt had a regular sleep, and when he broke the knee he was holding, he heard a tiny noise of xixixie and axle.

I hear Lizzie talking about the stable number and the branch that lies ahead.

"What happens when you go right by mistake there?

"That's a cliff. Cliffs."

"Yeah!"

I'm worried.

Fed up with so much free time and pain in the butt, she agreed with me in two replies when I asked Lizzie if I could go forward. I was worried about the cliff.

My blonde hair seems to stand out, so unwillingly cheeky was a condition to go forward.

As he struggled to move to the driver's seat of the moving carriage, he was coldly baptized by the wind blowing directly and his neck clasped like a tortoise. The sun is warm, but the wind is strong and Lizia's nose head is completely red. Increasingly, the gratitude of the front seemed to stain me.

Lizzie is cheeky, just like me, manipulating her horse as she mumbles a song she can't hear. Beyond it continued as elongated as a thin cloud brushed into a thin blue sky, with a wide countryside as far as I could see. The shadow that cared for the field looked small like a toy doll. On a black striped earth, green twigs are spreading successfully. What is that growing?

Even further afield the mountains were put in sight and breathed without wondering how rare and magnificent they were.

I remember being a good kid and fantasizing about going on a trip somewhere far away. I gave up that I couldn't possibly do that in my fantasy...

I try to immerse myself in emotional depth.

Lizzie opened her mouth waiting for me to indulge in the view.

"What did Mr. Elmenhilde like about Bern?

Somewhere excited he asks and wonders how he should answer. I mean, it sounds good. Either say the right thing, or tell the truth, or it won't hurt her mood.

Different thoughts came to mind for a moment, but my relationship with her was enough with one hand. Plus, she's weirdly sharp, so I feel like I'm going to be spotted even if I say something that's not in my heart.

Mouth the simplest and most fundamental answer that bothered you.

"Where you don't think of me"

"Wow. It's Doem..."

"I wonder what that means?

I don't know what that means. But now that I don't know, I just know that it's not in a good way.

Lizzie laughed hahaha vaguely and deceived. She sometimes uses unfamiliar words, but is it a dialect or something? It is not true that the territory of Leitbelf is a frontier land far from the capital of the king.

"And then?"

I am encouraged to continue and answer carefully. I wanted to say bad things and avoid getting sick with her.

"And even though it's usually blurry, as chairman, the..."

"The scary part?

"Yeah... it's not, it's a reliable place!

Unexpectedly, I almost affirm it and say it back in a vexatious manner.

"Isn't that cool?"

Don't hesitate to cloud the words. Don't even know my efforts, Lizzie nodded happily.

Apparently it was just useless to be concerned. He's someone who really doesn't know what he's thinking.

Raise the white flag in your heart and show your intention to surrender. No, there's nothing to fight for, so it's just a loss to raise the white flag.

"Yeah, right. It's lovely."

When she reopens it and admits it, Lizzie looks proud of herself like she was praised. How can you be happy? So I almost made it brown, but I felt a worrisome shadow in her narrowed eyes for a moment, and I hurriedly clasped my mouth.

Speaking of which, I don't look very good when I see it under the day. He seemed worried about Bernhardt when he took turns.

I might as well have worded my worries, but I didn't think she would honestly admit it, and I stared softly and restlessly at the horse's back. In the end all I could do was come up with a topic that should be bright enough for her.

"The wedding, next year?

I tried to make my voice as bright as I could, but it doesn't work out and makes me sound a little disgusted. In fact, it's like applying salt to the wound for me, so maybe it's something I can't help but say in a slightly disgusting way. Besides, I felt more like me.

Even so, Lizia looked up at the sky in the upper left before saying a word.

"Come on?"

Come on, you're such an other HR.

"It's a delicious thing."

"Really? But he never told me to marry him properly."

"Isn't that something? 'Cause you're my fiancée, right?

"I wonder if so."

She blurred and looked far away, responding subtly like she wasn't convinced she was so again.

I get a little scared because the side of it is so faceless, I rush to shake the subject. It's like I did the same thing earlier.

I was so concerned with people that I might have been born to begin with, I was so focused on every human action I didn't know if it was this potent weather or thoughtful. Somehow, when Lizzie's dark, it gets dark all the way over here.

"What about you?

"Huh."

"What I like about Master Bernhardt"

"Oh. You like it. What I like."

One thing bothered me. I'll give it to you, a word.

"... where is it?

"Ah, you!

"No, it's surprisingly difficult to say where..."

Gattan!

There was a flashy sound of my luggage collapsing from the carrier, and I looked back in a hurry.

The carrier was quiet as if nothing had happened, and the cloth at the entrance was flickering in the wind. Lizzie and I looked back as well.

She suddenly laughed like she could play while blinking at the same time two or three times without knowing why.

I couldn't help but laugh when I heard someone sigh heavily over the cloth from the carrier.