I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

"No, no, no, no."

Me, so, so cold!!

Wait a minute. I'm sorry. I was out in the winter.

No way it's so windy, damp, rusty... no, the wind! The wind! Strong! Wow, my hair...!!

If I was about to suffocate with my own hair, Bern rushed me through the wind with his own body. The wind weakens, pulling off the hair that was selflessly obsessed and sticking to his face.

Hair exposed to strong tidal winds is tangled and xylated with each other. Even though it's a habit hair.

My hair almost killed me. Dangerous.

I cheeked quickly so my hair wouldn't go wild again. Throughout this journey, there was a lot to do, so the hand is completely familiar.

Breaking up with Ermenhilde and taking off the Bormant territory, we eventually reached Marquis Weiss territory, even quite a distance away, as we redirected here and there until we could confirm the presence of a chaser.

The territory of the Marquis of Weiss is located more north than Vele, along the bay, so it is shaped like a scuffed cookie on the map.

It was exactly where the cookies were, the harbor town overlooking the bay. The central town where the Marquis Hall is located is about half a day away on horses, where it flourishes.

And the harbor is the main point of transportation, with Darius' home and a liaison ship going to the northernmost Venor territory. This liaison ship is an important means of travel to Venor territory separated by two large mountain ranges.

It's in such a tough place, Darius's home. No, I don't mind because I'm not planning on going.

In addition, nothing of the communication vessels leaving this port is exclusively on Venor territory.

Nagasorcia Abbey, a monastery where Lyla lives.

That's where I ended up on Elmenhilde, my destination on this journey.

Even we didn't keep hanging out on our journey for no purpose, gentlemen.

When I said why I was going all the way to the northern monastery right now until I was so cold, it was because I wanted to ask Lila something.

That wasn't about how Lyla feels after that fiancée commotion or how she seems to finally be able to talk about her previous life without feeling comfortable, it was about the dreams I've been having here.

Bern dreams not of Bern, shackled by his hands and feet and weakened every day in a cold stone prison.

Somehow I was beginning to see what this dream was, too.

But I wanted certainty.

And that's no other way than to ask Lyla, and before I marry Bern, it feels like it's now that I need to know.

Using Bern as a shield from the salty, stinking wind, we proceeded to the ship's information office, today's most important destination. Probably like a muckade competition or a train mess. No, well, there's only two of us.

He seems to be kidding me, leaving the harbour with two very serious mukades, through a warehouse-like district that sorts fish while treading and kicking the heels of Bern. The wind weakened considerably when we got out to the street where the store lined up, and we took a sigh of relief.

The harsh cold was still there, but I feel a little easier to breathe just without the strong wind.

No - it was cold. I don't feel anything like falling off my nose or anything.

"Isn't your nose cold?

Break up the two of you muckades or the train, and I'll rub my hands together and exhale. There is no denying the feeling of water in the burning stone, but it was better than doing nothing.

"Nose? I'm better at ears than nose."

A little warm hands, grabbing Bern's ears. Of course Bern is taller, so if you look from the side, you'll feel like a woman with her back stretched and her ears pulled, and a man with her ears pulled.

"Warm?"

Feels like I grabbed it. It was about as warmer in my hand than his ear, but Bern deliberately tilted his body to make it easier for me to grasp his ear and nodded very seriously.

Right or right. Good for you.

Because the sea is rough today, or at the information office, people like fishermen were obviously more prominent than people who came looking for ships. It feels like we can't get the ship out and we're free. Maybe this place also acts like a city gathering place.

In the central firewood stove the fire burned brilliantly, and the old but well-maintained indoors were like heaven compared to the outside. It may smell a little moldy for heaven though.

Walking to the reception, an elderly woman greeted me with a good-looking smile of people to see.

"Huh. What can I do for you?

"I'd like to go to the monastery of Nargassorcia."

"Oh, that was a bit of a bad time. The Abbey Row ship is once a week, but I just got out yesterday. Next week."

"Really?"

Then the money is much more expensive than the ship, but you might want to rent a horse to go. It's not a quick journey, but the more time passes, the deeper the winter gets and the harsher the cold gets.

I wonder which way I have to consult with Bern...

"A couple of you?

Looking a little more at Bern, the receptionist aunt rides herself out of the counter and asks, like, intrigued.

"Oh, no, not yet"

I was surprised at the sudden, and I nodded, yeah, for some reason, that she wasn't as good as she was when I answered a lot.

"Um..."

"It's okay. It's okay."

What is it? What's all right?

"From the time I came in, I knew it wasn't. I don't know, do you say you have something?

Ahhh, something could have caught me by a troublesome person. I think so, but it is a later festival.

"Must have been tough."

"Ha..."

Reply appropriately without understanding the translation.

What, you got something? Praised? But it would have been hard to say...

"You guys must be on your way down, right?

Why not.

I'm surprised.

I was surprised, but something happened in the Kansai Valve. That's why I don't want to.

No, wait a minute, what's this guy say?

Running off?

Maybe even me and Bern?

I decided to think that the products were very aristocratic, so I ran down more than anything... Hold my hand in confusion, she gets even more excited by herself.

"Love in a different capacity would have been a big deal, but if you were such a nice guy, you'd have no choice."

She gazes at Bern, who is killing her spare time by seeing a job ad on the wall, and exhales more.

"I also admired your husband's third son when I was serving the Marquis' mansion when I was younger... I just admired him unilaterally. You won't remember that one anymore, but you won his love. Wonderful!"

That's right - if I Bern, I'd look really good and I could do my job, and I'd overcome a lot of obstacles and win his love... not like that! Something fundamentally different!

This is no way, but I'm the servant, and Bern's the son of that master, and they think we're even running off on the love of different identities?

No, no, no. That's crazy. Absolutely crazy.

I'm a historical nobleman! Besides, she's the Marquis' daughter! Hey!!

... Wow, I don't have that much aura? You're not gonna tell me there's no product, are you? It's good, but it just doesn't feel aristocratic, does it?

Then my aunt told me that it would be safe here at the inn, that you were getting married at the convent, but for now, I laughed and deceived. It's weird to say that I'm a nobleman too, and honestly, it stinks.

No, but they told me a lot about this port as a result, and I guess I'm glad... I'm so shocked, I'm shocked, but yeah.

No, but I know I'm not commensurate with Bern. I know.

The last time I exchanged a hug over the counter and finally let go, I was, hun! I'm a plain woman! and returned to Bern with evil in his heart. I felt a hot gaze from the rear, but ignore it.

"I'd like to try something really exciting."

"Boy, I'm hungry"

"Me, boy?

Take Bern's arm, which rarely makes his eyes black and white, and drag him halfway out of the information office.

"I want fish dishes."

"Why is that a tribute?

Look closely at Bern, who looks uncomfortable.

Goddamn it, you look noble! I like it!

"To Bezu ~"

"Huh?"

Then soon I got tired of every servant, and took Bern with me who didn't seem convinced, sometimes windy again, but unfortunately there weren't many fish in the fish market. Well, that's the story.

I worried that I might not be able to make it to the fish market, but I was able to cook seafood safely by noon.

It was an aquapazza dish and very tasty.

Inland enough to eat river fish occasionally, but I figured the guys who stretched out and grew up in the ocean were different. Freshwater and sea water? I don't know that!

Bern, intensely liked or disliked, looked sinister at the shellfish he was in with. But as far as attitude goes, he doesn't hate it more than beans.

What the hell did the beans do to you!

In the evening the wind of the cloudy seemed to subside a little, so we decided to try to get out of the harbor again.

The docks are lined with small boats all the time, shaking as the water moves.

Tidal and fishy smell that hangs around.

To the crushing sound of intermittent razors, the fishermen's hanging is lost, and the occasional seabird's tall squeal also adds to it.

When I was on the shoreline, it was a step higher, and even though the view didn't change dramatically because I rode there, I stood there and looked out at the sea.

I see a small shadow on the horizon. Is that,... an island?

"Hey Bern. That, what?

His eyes narrowed and Bern, looking at the tip of my pointing, shrugged oh low.

"It's an island of mourning."

My voice leaks unexpectedly.

A mourning island is a common name, and the official name is... what is it? Um, it's probably Nantkakakantka prison.

Particularly sinful prisoners are incarcerated. For example, those who sought to harm or discredit people close to royalty or royalty.

And some of them, that Alois and Viola.

Every time I remember Viola, I think about that, wondering what made a difference between me and her.

I couldn't resist, and I leaned down.

As I recall, a strong wind blows and my body leans about. In an attempt to balance, my right foot fell off the steps.

She tried to make use of her previous life's knowledge without excess.

It was never acceptable to have been brainwashing Lyla or doing something fraudulent, but at the root of it there must have been a strong desire to be happy until then, even I...

Me too?

I ran away from using knowledge that there was nothing I could do, relying only on knowledge where it was convenient for me. Because it's not good to do something extra and things get worse.

Now I wonder if I was indecisive, timid, and selfish. That's what I feel. I don't think so.

If I were smarter and stronger......

Ermenhilde told me I could be proud of myself, but it didn't seem like I could be proud of myself at all right now.

I was never well aware of it, but I didn't like myself like it, and the burden of not being able to tell anyone else about it builds up like dust in my heart, and it's solidifying.

I've missed the opportunity to say it all along, my secret.

My past, not my past memories.

If you break it down, you must be joking or you might think you're the craziest.

It's honestly horrible to expose my sloppiness and weakness, even if you can finally believe me.

Even if it was Bern.

Still, I think I need to tell you.

You don't have to tell me and believe me, so I want to make it easier.

Hmm?

Even if you don't believe me, okay, huh?

I just want to get easier, you know?

Which one is it?

Do you want to say it or not?

Do you want me to believe you, or don't you have to?

I don't know.

Even though it's about me, I have no idea.

Or is Bern realizing something because he's smart? Yes, because I'm sure a hundred times smarter than I am.

Uh, I wish you'd already asked me about that!

Come here. It's just another power application, a thought renunciation.

My head snapped and I couldn't help but crouch in.

Worried about me being strange, Bern crouches in too. Something's starting to feel really bad already.

Yeah, yeah. When I'm roaring, something glitters at the edge of my sight.

When I was invited by its brilliance to raise my face, the lower part of the setting sun was about to reach the horizon through thick clouds. The red day is dazzling, stretching like a pier on the sea level.

You're an idiot anyway, so just say the same thing.

Something pushed my back.