I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

I was in a small stone room.

There is only a quintessential bed and a desk, so high above the head there is a window of apology for the brightness that it is dark and cold in the room.

He was round on a cold stone.

The ankle is shackled and chained with the clasp in the corner of the room, and now the hand is also restrained on the abdominal side.

He was a prisoner.

Oh, is this dream again?

You're aware that you're dreaming. What's a dream? Is it a clear dream?

I stood blurry across from him, but he didn't see me after all.

He seemed terrible to Bern.

My hair is blurry and stretched to my liking, and I seem to have lost a little weight again. And most importantly, there are still new bruising marks on the hands and feet peeking from the prisoner's clothes.

In a dream I had last night, he must have failed because he was preparing to escape.

There seems to be something Bern can't do either. Of course I was hoping he could escape.

Whatever I could do, let alone say that I hadn't even gotten him to recognize me, I lowered my back to the right side of Bern.

Bern's face, visible from a long gap in his lost luster, was also terrible. It must be because I let my nose bleed out and fell asleep. Brown discolored blood was sticking on the right half of his face facing down, especially around his mouth.

I wonder how nobody can give me an allowance. It's too harsh because of how many prisoners... This...

Is he trying to get past the pain, or doesn't even move with Pickle in circles? It's just my shoulders are up and down properly, so I was only sure I was alive.

I wonder how long I've been doing that.

It could have been one night, maybe less than five minutes.

It's kind of a fuzzy feeling of time. Or is my presence vague?

"... shit"

Almost breathy fine voices leaked out of the gap between Bern's eaten teeth.

Shaking his body, he circles enough to stick his forehead and knees together. Like boiled shrimp. Or like a fetus in your mother's tummy.

I think I'm going to hear bones roaring all over my body.

"Shit!!!

It was a bloody scream.

Billy and the air tremble, echo, bounce back, but with no answer to that voice, they gradually suck into the cold air.

I'm not sure why, but I thought he'd cry.

I unconsciously reach for his round head, but somehow I can't touch it, like I did when I tried to force the same pole of the magnet to stick together.

Fu Bern moved his head.

The nasty forehead that was hiding his expression slipped off, revealing his eyes.

So I was trying to peek in, and his gaze glaring up caught me for a moment, and I opened my mouth,

"What the hell..."

It was a strange ceiling when I woke up. What a temple.

When I get up with a terribly painful head, the cold strikes me all at once and I panic and pull the blanket up to my neck.

I roared and turned my neck, and there was a poking, bone-soaking, petty noise.

My neck muscles are beefy, and I feel kind of stuck in my nose.

I was having that dream again.

Every time I've slept lately, I feel like I'm having the same dream. It's the same, or it's a continuation. It's a series of dramas.

Besides, Bern's treatment in his dreams is getting worse and worse, and I can't do anything, and the aftertaste is so bad.

Something was wrong yesterday and I kept waking up and sleeping, but every time I had that dream right. It would almost be a nightmare already.

What is it really... What the fuck!

When you're angry with no one, you're attacking a thirst you can't ignore.

Looking around the bed wondering if there was any water for now, something black on the pillow was making a small pile.

If you look closely, it moves regularly up and down. I mean, he's moving, he's breathing, and he didn't have to look closely. It was Bern.

He seemed to be sleeping with his torso stuck in my bed, sitting in a chair.

Then I do my eyes on his wrist to make sure there are no shackles or scratches, and then I stick it in because no, that's a dream.

And it's so real, I didn't even feel like I could break it into a word because it's a dream.

As I watched Bern, dragging the aftertaste of my dreams, sparingly exposing the black, round back of my head, I was gradually reminded of before I fell asleep.

Reminds me of it. Huh? Huh?

It's a lifetime of unconsciousness to fall ill and stay in Bolman's territory.

Well, there's hardly anyone else who remembers it, but I'm the only one who remembers it.

Viscount Bormann.

It's that hateful Borman who wanted to be liked by the Queen and who has been after the lives of Bern many times when he was young.

The first time I heard about Bolman, I made a vow that one day I would definitely put a bullet in it, but it's still in my chest.

I also think I kind of turned to Elmen Hilde and said a lot of pity. I don't remember exactly what I talked about, but I think I cried... Whoa, whoa... I can't wait...!

I'll have to apologize to her properly.

Outside the window it was cloudy but bright.

Sure, when I got to this inn, it was about before the critical sunset, and now the sun doesn't seem so high, so the fact is that I slept well overnight?

I don't know what to say after I've stretched out, but I'll gently stroke my hand on Bern's head. Naturally, but I touched it properly.

Wow! Sara! Maru! And I was also impressed like an idiot. In the meantime, Bern woke up like a springy toy with great momentum.

"Wow, I'm surprised"

That's our line! You're acting like a wild animal!

"Morning."

With my hair jumping, I am left with a sort of uninterrupted Bern clapping at my forehead with a no-feeling face. Sometimes it was because it was soothing and pleasant.

"Do you still have nausea?

I'll put my hand around my stomach. It didn't feel deliberately unpleasant yet, but my appetite is winning more, so I'll probably be fine.

When he shook his neck to the side, Bern relieved his expression.

"Looks like you still have the fever, but where else is it tough?

"... probably fine"

I said as I rinsed my nose, and he laughed bitterly as if I was frightened. You probably don't believe this face. That's a face.

Yet yesterday was really tough. Something might be wrong ~ but all of a sudden it was cold, headache, disgusting, and I didn't know what it was. The fact that my body is only sturdy means I haven't had much experience with the disease, so no, it's been hard for a long time.

It annoyed both Bern and Ermenhilde.

If I hadn't gotten sick, I would have been able to farewell this abominable Bormant territory by now. Yes, with this, abominable, Bolmanic territory!

"What about Mr. Elmenhilde?

It's still early in the morning, and are you asleep?

……

When he looked at Bern because of the long silence, he looked clearly like a sucker and turned away.

... I wonder what. I have a really bad feeling about it.

As he silently waits for Bern to start talking, he opens his mouth with a rare and sinister look for him.

"After Lizzie went to sleep yesterday, I went shopping out with her to the city."

I see. Well, I was asleep, and it's a city I stopped by because of.

I think so. Running out! Elmen Hillday! I didn't even think so. No, well, that's fine. I believe in Bern.

"So Viscount Borman's carriage slammed one old woman, and she jumped out to stop it"

"Hmm?"

Wait, too much information for one sentence.

"Uh, go buy it out with Mr. Elmen Hilde"

"Yeah."

"It just so happens that Viscount Bollman's carriage is here."

"Yeah."

"Mr. Elmenhilde jumped out to stop the carriage because the carriage nearly killed my grandmother"

"Yes."

"... So, what about Mr. Elmenhilde?

"Caught"

"Yeah, yeah!?

Elmen Hillday!!

No, but she tried to help her grandmother, and the behavior itself was great, of course, and I might have helped. But doing something that stands out in her current position can in some ways be considered an act of suicide or recklessness.

Or was there a Bern with you, and she got caught?

Bern just thought it was bad, he continued in excuse as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I have a broken face about Bolman. Helping poorly wasn't a smart choice."

Which means I've abandoned...

Uh-huh. Can I scold you for this?

"Besides, Borman seemed to know about her. He remained locked up in a room in the mansion, and in the middle of the night he sent his use to the Wang capital. Viscount Aimer and he were in the same faction, so it's likely that we made contact. Maybe he's going to make some kind of deal with Aimer using the Elmen Hilde pattern."

So the amount of information! It's a lot of information!

Who's Viscount Aimer!

"House Necht's Branch Owner"

Ermenhilde's personal story cut his name once, and he completely forgot because he was only said to be the head of the family or that man or pig. I feel like I finally recognized you rather than forgot.

Like I'm familiar with the situation.

"Could you have been watching?

Bern flaunted his shoulders and expressed his willingness to affirm.

I'm surprised. I was worried about how I could convince Elmenhilde to help. At last, Bern also to the good heart of trying to help people without loss,

"It's an order from my uncle. He said," Make sure you get her to the veil. "

He didn't wake up.

I don't know, this mysterious sense of defeat...

And then he even came up with Lucas' name, and I don't know why.

I frown. Bern offered me a small piece of paper.

There are no five centimeters on one side, and if you don't keep it tight with your hand to see if it was rounded all the time, it circles on its own from the edge.

Somehow, it looked familiar.

"I reported it to my uncle the other day when I left Leetbelf territory. There will be a little involvement in the center, too. That's the answer."

Speaking of which, early yesterday morning, a dove was flying under Bern. You didn't tell me from whom then, but was that a biographical dove from Lucas?

I read it and it prompts me with my gaze and I open it.

The letter was a polite letter, and it did say to send Elmen Hilde.

And underneath, the reason for why Lucas had sent a letter to deliver Ermenhilde was endlessly attached.