I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

Bern laid his hand on the door of the room that there should be Elmen Hilde, turning the knob but not opening it.

I guess it's locked, after all.

"What are we going to do?

Of course I don't have a key, and I don't have anything that could break the door.

Bern flaunted his shoulder and kept me away from the door.

Uh, this is...

"Elmenhilde, get away from the door"

Less than a minute after I warned him, the door was kicked in and left unbroken by Bern.

It is Beko Beko of Bakibaki already. Poor thing.

"Why..."

They were evacuating in the corner of the room. Ermenhilde crumbles with a flashy face.

Ermenhilde's room had been punched with windows, allowing only slight light to enter. But the room itself is clean and quite spacious.

I was kind of impressed for now, and I hugged her. Surprisingly, I was glad to see her.

Though the violin was so in the way.

"Why do you have a violin?"

"I changed careers."

I had trouble explaining how it went, and I said the right thing.

Of course this guy looked like he was going to say the right thing.

"How could you?"

I'm sure he was careful.

Her eyes were moisturized, glittering at the light entering through the hallway.

Bern also said he was just under house arrest, but there's no wind that he felt like he'd done something rough when he saw it. I'm so glad.

"We were asked to talk about you."

The sound of breath drinking more can come from her mouth.

"My real father...?

"You knew?

Ermenhilde shook his neck sideways without force.

Speaking of which, I've been thinking about it since I was on my journey, but my hair drill isn't curly enough and I'm getting normal curly hair.

"No. But Viscount Bormann..."

"Oh well."

I guess she's been thinking about this all along while she's alone in this dark room. I just frowned like I was in trouble and still seemed to accept it myself.

"I am the direct daughter of the Duke's house in Hestiglia."

Ermenhilde is not the real daughter of Count Housknecht.

When her mother married the Count, she was already pregnant.

Father is unknown.

That being said, a letter from Lucas stated that his father was Elmenhilde's mother's brother. The Duke's house seems to have that kind of cognition.

In other words, Ermenhilde is a child born between siblings. She was the direct daughter of an unmixed Duke's family.

I thought that both she and her surroundings were direct daughters meant daughters of the Lord and his formal wife. But some people knew. Count Housknecht, for example, or the head of the branch.

In many countries, of course, exchanges between close relatives are considered taboo, but neighbouring countries are particularly inclined to do so because they are prohibited by the religion in which they are believed. For that reason, the Duke's family feared the scandal, before she was born, forced her mother to daughter-in-law in a troublesome way to the Count's family in our country.

Even the son of Taboo, for the Duke family, who value lineage, Ermenhilde is the most bloody child. It may have been a shame to kill.

Or purely, there may have been someone who wanted Ermenhilde and his mother to live safely away from the Duke's house.

In the end, they want to welcome the situation of legitimate lineage due to home disturbances.

And Lucas secretly asked me to send Hermenhilde to Vele.

"I'm sorry, can you keep the conversation moving?

Oh, well, it sounded pretty good when I kicked through the door, so it's not weird if someone comes.

"What about the luggage?

"I don't."

"All right, let's go!

"Hey, wait a minute. How do we get out of here?

There is a proper way to get Elmen Hilde out.

I just don't think I'd want to be shy if I were you. I decided to keep my mouth shut a little longer because I think so.

"Oh, yeah, I'm probably fine"

"Probably what! Hey, aren't you going downstairs?

'Cause it's okay.

Following the lead Bern, run with her hands behind her.

"Hey, Elmen Hilde. I thought you were the first person I didn't like, and it stinks sometimes, and I wondered what they caught me, but I had no choice but to help my grandmother."

"... sorry"

A number of footsteps up the stairs leading up to the entrance continued to move back to the north side of the mansion.

It's a human wonder, and when someone has to pull it off, the tremor in your leg is all gone.

"I'm not mad."

Apart from what others think.

"I was the one who fell asleep when you were in trouble. And thank you for seeing me.... because I forgot to tell you"

Ermenhilde said nothing.

As I ran down the hallway, I could hear a number of horse hissing overlapping from afar. And the screaming of the guards who were outside the mansion late.

Titus seems to have done well.

Those who came up from the entrance heard something shouting out loud when they realized there was no Ermenhilde.

Fortunately, however, we were able to reach the north room without engaging anyone.

Slip into the room before someone sees you.

Some of them are cluttered, overlaid with chairs and desks, and look like statues dressed in cloth. There's very little decoration in the room itself, and it's probably a storage unit.

I pulled her by the window.

The north side of this mansion intersects a narrow implant, facing the road, with cobblestones wet by night dew beneath the windows.

Bern hung up in front of the door and wanted to see what was going on in the hallway so no one could come in.

"So, how do we get away?

"There's a carriage coming under here, so jump out of there"

Pointing to the window right next to her and saying it, she stretched her staring face.

"Huh!? How insane is that through the window?

"The windows are good entrances and exits."

imitate Titus, Bern says. Whoa, I wonder if you're feeling brown today.

"Apparently."

If you complain, tell the proponent Titus.

When I first heard about it, I almost protested that it was a livestock. But no matter how strong Bern is, taking Ermenhilde and me, who can't fight, breaking through security involves considerable danger. Then you'd better be as dangerous but sure to get away with it.

That's what Bern and Titus think.

"I can't...! 'Cause this is upstairs, right?

"Blanket, I left it full..."

"Blanket..."

I also made sure to dive on the blanket, but from upstairs, it's sort of painful, I guess...

"Good luck."

"Please tell me it hurts if it hurts anymore. Because I'll be ready."

You've succeeded, Elmen Hilde.

Look down aligned under the window. The carriage seems to be a little behind.

"Because the Shipping Guard will protect you when it comes to the veil. All you have to do is get on a boat to Hestiglia and you'll be fine."

But the reality that awaits in Hestiglia is also not that easy.

Ermenhilde must escape the dispute of the Counts and jump anew into the dispute of the Dukes.

"Good luck."

What an irresponsible word.

I couldn't find any more words to put on, and suddenly she said to me leaning down.

"I like Bernhardt."

What's the matter? Suddenly.

"Uh, I know..."

"But what I fell in love with was Master Bernhardt, who liked you. So be more confident, you and Lizzie."

Ermenhilde's winter sky-like eyes looked straight at me.

Looking into her eyes, she finds out she's saying that from the bottom of her heart, not flattery or proper words. 'Cause you're going to be encouraging me, and I knew I was going to regret it a little bit.

That's why I was happy.

"Thanks......"

I almost cried unconsciously, turning up.

I managed to pull the tears in by staring at the ceiling with the beams sticking out because it was a storage unit or not decorated.

Phew, dangerous. I almost cried in front of her again.

Oh, I see a carriage.

And the hallway is a lot louder. Hurry for Bern to go fast with his gaze.

"Well, Bern's my fiancée, so I'll have him give up, but I'm sure there's a better man in the neighborhood than Bern"

"I'll definitely find you. … it will be difficult."

"Haha. Probably."

Open the window and wave towards the carriage.

Looks like he'll shrink in the cold night breeze.

"Thank you so much, from what to what"

Deeply bowing his head, Ermenhilde laid his hands on the window frame.

Keep your hands on your hips so you don't fall by mistake.

I took a look over her body for a moment, but it's quite tall, albeit upstairs. And I don't know the distance very well because of the dark.

This would be so scary...

"Are you okay?"

"You can't be...!

That's right.

The carriage stopped perfectly under the window. I've got a pretty big carriage for easy landing, but from here on out, I feel like they're all together. It doesn't end up jumping.

Ermenhilde took a deep breath, but his body was trembling in small pieces.

He's too powerful to grip the window frame, and he's saying something.

Not very much, but I don't think he's ready to jump.

I can only pray that she can jump right down to the carriage, remembering Bern's words that said it sucked or something.

"Ermenhilde!"

Bern, who remained silent until then, called her by her name.

Ermenhilde looks back.

Have a good trip.

That was the first moment Bern laughed at her on this journey.

"Yes."

Ermenhilde laughed to deceive the tears that had accumulated in her, and then put more effort into her body,

I kicked the window frame hard and jumped outside.

Fluffy hair swells the dress, flips, and her figure disappears in the night.

And there was a heavy noise with the boss, and he cringed out his temple. And the carriage runs out like it breathed back.

I rode myself out the window to the carriage running like a disease into the city at night, waving my arms all smashed.

It was dark and it didn't look good, but I'm sure she looked back, too. Though I may have just been jittery because I was buried in a blanket and couldn't move around.

"Let's get out of here."

I don't even have time to drag the aftermath of my breakup.

Leaving the storeroom, hiding from the youngest or samurai looking for Elmen Hilde, or losing their worst consciousness, we tried to get down the stairs connected to the entrance,

"There he is!

Wow. Three...!

Sliding through my side, which I accidentally took about two steps back, Bern flew without putting his foot on the first step of the stairs.

"Huh."

The men who came up the stairs also look up at him for a moment without knowing what it means.

One of those faces, the man who was in the lead, Bern landed on man one's face because it's a hassle.

No, landing, you, people's faces! We're about to land! No! No! No!

"Buh."

"Gu!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

The staircase connected to the entrance is in the letter Y, narrow left and right, and curved loosely again.

When Man 1, trampled on his face, fell backwards without being able to withstand Bern's weight, he couldn't help but fall over a surprisingly narrow staircase, and Man 2 and Man 3 rolled back similarly caught in a chess knockout.

Bern made them look like human solids and got off a few steps, but they don't seem to be in balance with the boulders right away.

But just because Bern got off doesn't stop men 1, 2 and 3 slipping down the stairs.

Amen.

Still noisy up there, I rushed down the stairs following Bern.

Dumpling and moaning at them under the stairs, let's go... foot treadmill...!

I can get through with a lot of nervousness with my toes flashing so that I don't step on people who are stretching. I don't need to say anything cheeky, but there's something out there.

Out on the dance floor, running down a wide staircase.

It was almost time to call it the front door.

"You!

A good voice echoed from above. It's like a vibration of air coming from the soles of your feet.

Bern, who tried to look back, hid the lower half of his face with his arm.

What's the sudden matter?

"You know what happens to this tooth toward me!

An old man of good width and stature descends from the stairs opposite what we came down to the dance floor step by step.

No, who is it?

As soon as I think about what a jerk it is, I know who that person is.

No way...!

"Bolman!?

"It's nice to have a little girl call me out."

Yay!!!

You're lying!? Not fat, not bald! Nice middle with the right width!? And he's got a good voice for nothing.

Wow, I don't know, but I'm shocked.

"Back off."

Bern tried to get out front by sheltering me.

I see, you suddenly hid your face because this is Bolman?

I don't have a gray eye for dark hair, so I feel like it's no use hiding my face, but, well, I don't have to tell you...

"What are you sleeping about, get those guys quick!!

Bolman tried to get up and kicked one of the hard-to-stand threesomes, but they still didn't seem to get up well.

Angry with it, he slapped them rarely when he did it with the wand he had.

And you realize it's useless except for yourself, you re-grip the wand and take a step to the stairs.

The waxy brass ornament on the head of the wand dullly reflects the light.

I guess Bern is thinking about breaking through the front or looking for another exit. I was moving my gaze around quickly.

I would have left it to Bern as it were if it had always been.

But only now.

Yeah, only now, there's something I have to do.

"Bolman!"

I shook off his hand and slowly stepped forward staring at Bolman.

Even though Bolman seemed powerless in front of him, he seemed to be quite upset by the presence that did not follow him at all and, on the contrary, stared at him. But soon you see that I don't have anything that's going to be a big weapon, and you get your spare time back.

Are you trying to do something to me? I'm very angry with a face like that.

Fuckin 'idiot...

I ran up the stairs all at once so I could not escape.

Of course, Bolman wields his wand, but I don't mind that, too, wielding a violin.

"Repent!"

I slapped a violin on Borman's head. I did.

My arm is paralyzed with Gene and I'm about to unwittingly take it off.

I feel like a little rock star.

No, this is a violin.

And although I always say it, of course violence is not good. Yeah, not good. Not good, but, except Bolman! Irrational or not, but I don't know! I'm reflecting!

A wand slipped through Borman's hand with a beaten shock hit him on the shoulder, and it hurt so much, but more than that, my chest was filled with accomplishments.

The violin is barely connected with the carpet-shaped part and the elongated part, barely connected by the string alone. Bluffing and shaking, I threw another dream violin, no longer playing and so on, and trying to gut pose, I was retrieved by Bern.

And I was usually pissed off.

Then we suppressed our heads and left the nodded Bormans, through a gap in security confused by some horses who vandalized the garden without fleeing the mansion, and joined Titus, we finally escaped the Bormans mansion.