I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

"Long time no see! Oh, Lord Lizzia seems to be doing well, more importantly."

I was greatly confused when I replied to the young man who greeted me so refreshingly and reflexively.

So, who... I have no idea.

I haven't seen him in a long time. I don't like to remember people's faces. Besides, this man himself had a hard face to remember that was not distinctive.

It's unnecessarily hard to hear who that is before I reflexively say thank you or something.

"I didn't know you were coming. It helps."

"I was just stopping by. It's a pleasure to be with you again."

Back to back with me in a hurry, Bern shook hands with a mysterious young man intimately.

I heard Elmen Hilde got caught. The first thing I had to do was cure the cold, yes.

Well, even though it doesn't help, it's a story before I helped if I was catching a cold or something.

That's why I slept all day. I slept in a straw, telling you I couldn't sleep because I was worried. I don't know what a guy I am.

I think Bern needed to be ready for at least a day, and I had to wait for people.

So believe Bern's saying that Ermenhilde hasn't done anything terrible just because he's locked up, I was dedicated to curing the cold. I think the cold has gotten a lot better thanks to it.

And this morning, this mysterious young man is the waiter who showed up at the rendezvous point.

I got a little bit of a gothic system pair in the back to hold back or something, and it's not just because I see it.

They named themselves Lucas' men.

Lucas, who decided we were the only ones with heavy loads on the boulder, quickly sent it to me.

I'm surprised that the most unreliable young man is the leader of this threesome.

I went into a restaurant that was nearby and ordered only drinks appropriately each.

I just opened the store before noon, so I have no other guests, and the owner pulls me into the kitchen as soon as he serves drinks.

After he saw it through, the young man glanced closely and blinked his back double eyes, opening his mouth.

"So what's the situation?

"As always, she remains trapped in a room in the mansion. There's no sign of taking him outside."

The young man roars, stroking his jaw.

"It just seems we're getting ready for hospitality"

"Hospitality, huh?"

The strangely prolonged pitiful word butt sounded somewhat familiar. Doing so makes me feel somewhat familiar with the outfit as well.

Nevertheless, I know Bern from the beginning, and it's really strange that he makes it normal even when he uses respectful language.

"Is it going to be difficult to get in?

"No, it must be easy. She doesn't seem to be talking about us because she can be in the city normally. The guards are there, too, but the goal seems to be to stop the escape from breaking in."

"The question is, would you rather take her out?"

Instead of saying what to do, he didn't look too troubled.

"Do you already have a plan?

"... maybe a little more noise"

"It's okay. You said the director would leave it to you, so he said he'd do something about it."

When it comes to the Director, is it the Duke of Letger?

Looks like it's kind of important.

The youth and Bern laughed at each other after a few seconds of silence. It was a rare vegan laugh.

"He's still a joke. Still coming in and out of the window?

"The windows are a good entrance and exit. Lucas is doing a great job."

Hmm? In and out of the window?

I'm Lucas' man, and I've met him, too, and speaking of the weird one Bern walks in and out of a window that uses salutations...

The blurry emergent figure and the silhouette of the youth in front of him finally coincided.

"Ah! Mr. Titus!?

I almost pointed it at you accidentally, and I can pull my hand in. Oh, I didn't... but no, I'm really surprised.

I often say that removing glasses changes my impression, but my identity as an eyeglass disappears, and my face's impression is becoming increasingly faint.

Yes, I was diving into the school as Prince Edwin's watchdog and meeting with Bern to put Aloys on, that Titus.

"That's right! Did you just notice that?!?

Young man again, Titus exaggerates his body, and it's terrible. What a cry.

Bern didn't look too surprised, and I said you understood very well. It's a reaction like you expected, such as the fact that I don't realize the young man in front of me is Titus.

Did you think that the way down that window was a hint to me? Then tell me Titus sooner!

At times like this, that's it.

"hahaha..."

In the meantime, let's laugh and deceive.

Not to mention the joke was about this, but soon they went back to the original discussion.

I don't know, but if it's not enough to make a scene, useless I immediately shut up.

Speaking of which, isn't it the first time Bern has brought me to the back, like this kind of operational meeting? Thinking about it kind of makes me happy that I had the confidence from him. Well, it's a rescue operation this time.

Explaining the plan thoroughly, here's the deal.

First, the Berns enter the mansion by becoming an invited band member for the entertainment.

Tell the real band members they've been postponed by pretending to be Bormann Mansion humans, and I'll also give them an apology rent, so they won't be the first to bowl it with the real thing.

Of course he doesn't play, split in two hands Bern heads to the room where Ermenhilde is captured. Then get her in the carriage from the designated location and run away.

The other lets the horse escape so that the mansion's humans can't chase Elmen Hilde, and also breaks the carriage and runs away.

The carriage carrying Elmen Hilde goes straight to Vere. Pass her figure to the waiting shipping guard, congratulations.

But when that operation goes well, I guess I'll never see Ermenhilde again.

I had a lot with her, but I wasn't that bad of a person. Some of the assumptions were a little intense, but the sense of justice seemed strong and bothered me with something called myself.

I probably didn't hate her that much.

Even before the veil, it looks like you'll be on a boat and leaving soon.

Like riding in a carriage?

"You're a little overwhelmed."

"What about riding a carriage with Elmen Hilde?

Oops.

"I shouldn't, but I'm going to slow down for that"

Oh, no.

"How many people are in the mansion..."

"I don't even need to control it..."

I get bored.

Are you bored or what?

I definitely don't have something to say. It's not like I want to give it to you.

But at the end of the day, I'm not convinced he looks so pathetic. To me, she's a rival once and for all, a subtle relationship less than a friend. The encounter remained overwhelming, and I also felt sympathy when I heard the circumstances. There was a lot to be angry about, but I don't think it was a bad chat between those who liked Bern.

So if you say you'll never see me again, I want you to remember to look firmer.

I want to say a proper goodbye and wholeheartedly support her and send her away.

Though it's just a mediation, and maybe it's my unsolicited self-satisfaction.

Because Elmen Hilde is going to have a rough time from now on.

If that means I can see her, yes.

"Um!"

The men, who were discussing the details of the plan, looked at me like they had eaten.

I warn myself calmly that I should stop.

Your luggage seems to be your luggage, and it won't bother you if you were an adult, and things will go smoothly.

I know that very well.

Honestly, I stopped doing it. I'm worried about half of it. But if I don't tell you, much more subtle regrets hang on.

Besides, I think I've been a little bit successful. Not enough to beat people up with a scoop. No, that's a little reflective. There must have been a more peaceful solution. It would never have been a chest stretched act. No, it doesn't matter now.

I mean, I miss Elmen Hilde so much about this!

That's all.

When this happened, the ship I boarded! Let's not just go!

"Can I come with you?

"... where"

Bern turned his eyes round and asked him to whine.

There's only one such thing.

"To Elmen Hilde's"

"Let me check your belongings"

The well-dressed old man, whose expression was soaked out like a doll, was letting him put together an intimidation that would not say whether or not he had.

Place the violin case in your hand on the table shown and show it inside. Of course, on the velvet pedestal, the violin fits properly, and there's no trick like a double bottom.

Once we were put through to the room as soon as we entered through the back entrance of the Bollman Mansion, we were also physically checked after being inspected for belongings by an old man and several servants who said he was a butler.

I don't have anything obnoxious, but I'm thrilled for nothing because I'm here for obnoxious purposes.

Or quite nervous, to be honest.

I managed to obtain permission to accompany him, provided that he persuaded me with guts and that I would never follow instructions and would not leave my side.

No - Good luck.

I was just wondering how much anything I could do. My passion seems to have been conveyed.

Normally, Elmen Hilde wouldn't panic better if I were there, and most of them in the mansion are servants and have no martial arts minds. Or he's going to avoid fighting as much as he can.

Maybe you can worship not only Ermenhilde, but also the face of the hateful Bolman.

And it's a hell of a situation.

Become an orchestra member, or this is it... It's a spy movie where the mission is the impossible one or I'll put a 00 on it before the 7!

Grr... no. Not if it's shaky.

No, but isn't this something you can do to get a little excited...?

While we were having such a hard time thinking about it, we walked through a rarely decorated hallway once the portrait was done and was passed through to the dining room.

Cutlery and dishes not yet on anything are arranged neatly on the long desk, and the categorical decoration of the room shines in the light of the chandelier. I have a bad taste in luxury, but if I hate Bolman right now, I don't know the truth because I'm in a state of hatred until I decorate.

After receiving a step-by-step explanation from the butler, he was guided during the refrain.

"Then it's here till time, and please wait. There are often times until the feast begins, so be free to adjust the instrument, etc. We're holding two people back in front of the door, so let us know if you need us. Now, if you'll excuse me."

I saw the butler then disappear across the door, a little silence.

"Well."

Titus took off his jacket.

"Do you want to go"

Start preparing each of them for the signal.

Bern, like Titus, took off his jacket and stood without the ease of a shirt in his black trousers.

I decided to take a deep breath because I wouldn't change anything else.

Wow, I'm nervous.

Maybe I'm more nervous than I was when I had to do my first dance at a night club.

Make sure we're ready for each other with our eyes.

Suddenly Battern! made a flashy noise and Titus began to suffer as he fell.

"Yikes!"

As planned I scream.

I was not too nervous and my voice flipped a little, but I think I could rather scream like that.

Then, as the butler said, two servants, who were holding back across the door, came in in in a panic.

"What's wrong!?

"Suddenly, I fell...!

They enter the room completely and make sure there are no other shadows in the hallway before closing the door.

The rest is dangerous, so we need to evacuate to the corner of the room.

With a real act, I sat down on the floor. Behind one of the people who crouched in to see Titus, I thought Bern had circled in without a sound, and I turned my arm around my neck and strangled him.

Strangled, the man flutters his hands and feet, but Bern's arms are frightened.

Another noticed the sound of the other side behind him, trying to look back, and Titus slammed his fist into its nose.

He makes a strange noise, and the man falls right into it.

Bern soon loses his mind and throws his limbs.

Oh, brilliant......

"Hey, do you always do this?

"Occasionally. Not always."

Occasionally... Do you occasionally...

No, I can't think of anything extra right now.

Remove the jacket from the two who are losing their minds, tie their hands and feet and roll it into the corner of the room.

If you put on your jacket, you'll be able to look at your youngest in no time.

Out in the hallway cautiously guarding the area, Titus went to the stable and Bern and I broke up for the second floor.

By the way, I have a mushroom violin for protection, but I follow Bern thinking this is not something I have to be so dumb about either.

If you can hit him with a scoop, you can go with a violin, right? That seems to be it.

Something like this, gripping the elongation where the strings are tensioned, like this... Let's hope that doesn't happen for anyone who made this violin either.

He slipped away from other servants along the way, but if Bern dressed as a youngest bows his head lightly, he passes without feeling particularly distrustful. Occasionally some people look at me behind them, but they look at the violin in their hands, and they look like someone who's coming for some fun and convince themselves to go.

Or I'm manning security today, and the feast seems pretty hasty to prepare. If we don't have time for extras, we're all walking down the hall early just looking ahead.

We had servants rushing through the dining room and headed to the stairs leading upstairs.

We can also go upstairs from the entrance, but it stands out, so we go up the stairs for the servants behind the mansion.

Running down the deserted hallway to the room where Ermenhilde is captured.

The tension is the same, and when I'm running, I'm about to lose strength from my knees sometimes.

What if I get knocked out......

Hih, I absolutely don't like it!

It was around the time when I turned some corners and soon began to see the room I was looking for.

Pitali and Bern stopped their legs and controlled me with their hands. I manage to stay there while I'm about to get stuck, be him and put my back on the wall perfectly.

"What's going on?

"... I have a lookout"

Whoa.

I don't know what to say in this situation, but it's such a cinematic development!

"Lizzie, can you draw him this far?

All right, I'll take care of it!

And intentionally I jumped out of the corner.

Oh, no, I popped out, but my knee made me laugh, and I felt like I was out all right, one way or the other.

As I was kicking around holding the violin in front of my chest, the man who was trying to block the entrance to the poking room approached me surprised.

"What are you doing here?

Wow, something's thick in the neck, and your arms, uh, here, here!

"Oh, um..."

The man walks over to Zunzun.

"... got lost"

At times like this, that's it! Just laugh and do this! I don't even feel like it's the second time today!

giggling, twitching and later twitching.

The hallway is T-shaped, and our path just hits the vertical stick, so we have to get behind it.

Not good if you want to see Bern, so your gaze remains fixed on a man with a tremendous sense of intimidation in front of you.

A man stepped out into Bern's hidden corner, into his big crotch.

At that moment, Bern popped out into a black shadow and grabbed the man's chest with a good grasp.

"Huh...!?

Faster than the man fisted up, he gently struck a tonne of hand knife at the base of his neck, around the clavicle, with a foot payment. It looked like it.

That's all, but his head fell behind Gakun, and the man lost his mind.

"Okay."

Bern lay gently on the man's body and, sloppily, dragged him to a nearby room.

………

It is outrageous.

What is it now?

Oh, hey, what's that now!? Huh!!?

"Let's go"

"Oh, yes."