I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

Appeared suddenly before us, Lucas' first love is a matter of not Bern's mother.

That's exactly the blue sky thunderbolt.

Oh, no, the blue sky thunderbolt is a little overstated. Something made the dog across the road cute and I walked around looking at it approximately, so much so that I hit the pole.

"I can't even get my hands on my painting master's wife, and she dies before I paint a picture that at least wants me to be happy. That's why Lucas couldn't give her the painting, dragging regrets and continuing to paint her many, many pictures."

Lyla nodded on her own about what she said, yeah, and looked at me with a slightly reddish face for excitement.

"That means?

"It's strange that Lucas' first love is Bernhardt's mother"

"You will. So?"

"... that's it."

That's it! That's right!

Ha... don't leave it to me, I'll take it seriously too.

All right, let's sort this place out for once.

Yes, organizing everything is most important. If we sort it out properly, we'll see answers every second, and we won't lose one of our socks. The socks are completely irrelevant right now.

In the meantime, Lucas' first lover is Emilia, Bern's mother. I've heard this from Lucas himself, so I'm pretty sure.

Or a long time ago, I had Lucas paint at school, but the woman who was painting behind me at that time was probably Mr. Emilia. I can't believe you look familiar, but there's no such thing. Bern looked a lot like Emilia, and I saw that Bern face every day.

I just got derailed. I am truly sorry.

Talk back to me.

The Emilia, a sister who does not officially exist in the present king, was descended from her throne and adopted by the Duke of Retgar. So Lucas and I are brother-in-law. Naturally, Bern, Emilia's son, is a nephew from Lucas.

Mr. Emilia was a special person for Lucas, so after her death, he falsely entered the Brunsmeyer family, becoming a substantial guardian and educator in Bern.

Yeah. Okay. I've checked so many times so far, and you'll be fine.

And the fact that I just discovered is something that denies all of this.

The fact that Lucas' first love is another woman, not Emilia.

If I'm honest with you, I'd feel that way, and no. If they cancel that it was misremembered, oh, I feel like I'm going to be easily convinced that it is, but Lyla seems to be talking with that much certainty.

Or, not at all, I don't remember.

Ha, sorry Lucas fans from all over the country.

Lucas Route is my personal impression that the punch worked in the wrong direction, and I have little memory of those episodes.

Again, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to all Lucas fans across the country, who will probably be in the world of previous life.

I didn't like the annoying smell of Lucas or something a little crazy, but I like that! There are plenty of people. I'll paint the main character and give it to him. I'm not talking about the woman I was with anymore! and shouted delightfully, as Lila wept a moving tear.

Even so, yes.

First, let's say what Lyla said was true.

There may not be a zero chance of lying, but there's no reason to lie like that anymore, and I'm sure she's more familiar with the game Lilac's You, which is the foundation of this world than I am.

Then again, I have to say that, instead of different scenarios, there are huge differences in character settings.

If you think about it, something was wrong at a time when Lucas in the game was really just a painting and art teacher, but in this world he was probably the person occupying the important post of intelligence. 'Cause it's such a strong impact, or there's a dark setting, and it can't possibly not come out of the scenario.

It's impossible, but how could I, have never noticed...

I... yes, I've always wondered if that could happen, even if things didn't go according to the scenario. This is because the world I live in is real.

But Viola said it wasn't.

The scenario is absolute, and it takes an irregular presence with knowledge of the game to deviate from it.

What do you mean?

No way... No, but...

I opened my heart or my heavy mouth, mindful that it would be difficult to proceed with the conversation even if I kept my mouth shut any longer.

"... you know, actually, I was told by a mourning island before I got here."

I could hear Lyla breathing in only one breath.

When I look at her somewhat awkward, I feel blue only in my heart and hard on my expression.

"Have we met?

Just for the record, that's what Lyla asked.

"We met. To viola."

To Viola's name, she makes her face more and more strenuous.

And I only gave it back when it seemed small.

"How'd it go?

"He seemed fine. He seemed a little dissatisfied with his life in prison."

Looks like he was willing to get out or get out of jail if there was a gap.

"What about Alois?

"Uh..."

Shit! I totally forgot about Aloys!

"Not much different from Viola, I guess..."

He may be a dungeon because he's a man, but he's definitely in a better place than that dark cell, and he's not wrong! Should!... Probably.

The same goes for the fact that I completely forgot about Aloys, but it seems that in me that disturbance is fading faster than I thought.

Of course I didn't forget.

But it's not as realistic as it used to be a long time ago...

Until recently, I wonder if something quite impactful had happened. I should have been relaxed and sloppy in the territory by now. Ouch.

"So, you know, I met Viola and I talked to her a little bit, and she told me that it was strange that Lucas and Bern were close. So I was just asking if the story of you two being relatives would come up in the scenario."

"Yes, it was."

"Yeah. And then Viola seemed to believe that this world was basically all about things going according to scenarios. Unless you're a person like us who remembers the game in his previous life, things will always go according to the scenario."

"Oh, we're talking about rules."

"Rules?"

"Yeah, Viola said. There are several rules in this world. That's one of them. There were a few others, but I think maybe some of them are lies. lies to make me manipulative."

Behind the lines of condemnation, she laid her eyes sadly lonely.

I don't even know, but maybe they weren't a simple relationship to say the supposed brainwashing side.

But Lila, who soon regained her mind, raised her voice softly to understand why I had told the story of Viola.

"Maybe, reincarnator!?

There is a huge difference between Lucas in the game and Lucas in reality.

There is only one possible reason for this.

A reincarnator.

If the reincarnated born before us intervened in his life, it would explain.

That changed Lucas' first love counterpart, and so did his own future.

Well, if you believe that irresistible viola thing, though.

"I wonder if the most powerful will be Bernhardt's mother. Uh, what's the person's name?

"Emilia."

"That Mr. Emilia is going to be the most suspicious."

It is, though.

"But he's already dead, so you can't even be sure. And there's a chance there's someone else we don't know."

"That's right... What are the chances that Lucas himself is a reincarnator?

"Lucas?

Put your arms together and I'll consider the possibility of a little silliness.

But the only thing I'm reminded of is that nagging, championed, purple-headed figure who doesn't know what he's thinking.

"No. Mostly if Lucas is a reincarnator, he's screwed up or something. I guess."

Lyla didn't really think about it either, so she backed off.

In the end, Emilia is the most powerful reincarnator theory, but with no way to be sure, and plenty of other possibilities...

"Wow, I don't know..."

Weakened and we looked up into the sky.

Ah ~ Beautiful day ~.

But the sun is a little dazzling, not somewhere. Why do you keep saying that all night long?

It may have gotten a little hard sitting on the blowing bench the whole time.

Or is this so important? I could hear the Bernhardt route I wanted to hear the most, and I was cold about it, and I was hungry because I used my head.

I couldn't think of that anymore.

"Huh, I want to eat meat"

Lyla's head moves picklessly to the words I grumbled.

"I like you."

"But more luxuriously, I want ice cream in a warm room..."

Cover your face with both hands, and Lyla is WOW! I want to eat! screamed. It is quite a real cry.

Then the story begins to derail.

"I wondered what an inconvenient life it was when I was a kid. But it's amazing, isn't it, being human? I don't think so at all right now. I wish I could, but I don't have to, 'cause I can handle it. I think it's good."

"When did Lyla realize that? He said this is like the world of games."

"I'm sure it was at Thanksgiving when I met Aloise and Johann."

Heh, it was so late.

"Until then, I didn't even know if it was just a coincidence, a dream or a reality. I've known for a long time that I look a lot like Lila."

She said in an emotionally unreadable voice that her water colored hair was shriveled by a single room, such a color of hair was unlikely.

"What about Lizzie?

"I guess I was ten. There was a tea party at the Royal Palace that gathered kids the same age as Prince Edwin, and then I met Prince Edwin and Bern, and, still, no way! What?"

I don't want Lyla to get the wrong idea that I was after Bern, and I have an excuse, I add.

"At that time, I still didn't know Bern was a hidden character. But this guy's gonna be a bad guy in the future."

"Hmm. But in the end, you're going to marry that lousy guy soon. Marriage... I envy you."

I was suddenly embarrassed when I thought we were getting married, and I said something very specific.

You don't have to think about it carefully, but you're marrying me, that guy.

Marriage.

Marriage...

I always thought I'd marry Bern someday, but I have no idea what it's like to be told you're almost there.

"That's why I came to ask you about Bernhardt Route and Lucas. Right, marriage is important, and you're a little nervous about being related to Lucas."

The reason I started my journey is well different, but the reason I came to see Lyla is largely the same, so I'll nod yes.

"The wedding is next year?

"Come on?"

"Come on. It's not human resources."

It's like we had some sort of similar conversation somewhere. I see. Is this Dejav?

"If I were to give you a wedding next year, would you come?

I ask thrilled inside.

I know they probably won't say no, but I think, in case they say no, it's sad, isn't it?

"Can I go..."

"Of course."

But I still add that if it's hard to come, you don't have to come. Besides, make it a reetberf from here, make it a king's capital. I don't know which way you're going to have your wedding, but it's quite far away.

Speaking of marriage, I wonder what's going on with Lila with your brother. Probably, but Lila seemed to like your brother as a heterosexual.

"Is Lyla going to be in the convent the whole time?

"Why?"

"Well, I wonder what happened with your brother..."

I hate it when you seem like you like prying something, but you can't help but worry about it. Yeah.

Besides, I've already totally forgiven Lila, so I've been thinking about how swallowing it is to want her to be happy, too.

Lyla blushed for a moment, but quickly leaned over.

Uh, duh, what's up?

"Could it be true brothers and sisters, suffering from love without a way..."

I joke a bit and say it, and Lyla laughs like she's in trouble for not being.

"Your brother and I are rightly cousins again. Your brother's an adopted son."

"Oh... yes!

I almost said congratulations by accident, and no, I panicked to rephrase that it wouldn't be congratulations, but it made me feel something suspicious. Embarrassing.

Uh, but I'm relieved!

Oh, well. I've heard good things about this.

No, I'm relieved that my blood-connected sister had an unfulfilled love for my brother, or a little bit of a drama, because I was worried about you being moderate.

"But I'm gonna live here till I die."

"Huh!? Why?"

Maybe your brother shook you or something?

I'm sorry, I can only see you as my sister!?

"Not to me."

Lila says in a voice that seems to disappear.

"... I don't deserve to be happy. Even though I said I was brainwashed, I've hurt a lot of people. I didn't care what happened to anyone but myself. I don't know how to make amends to Master Edwin, to those whom Johann sanctioned, or, of course, to Johann.... I still dream sometimes. Dreams surrounded by people I've hurt, blamed, and I'm gone"

Even though the brainwashing is solved, the fear of disappearing seems deeply ingrained in her. Elegantly stacked on her thighs, she was shaking small.

"Because I can only at least keep praying for the happiness of those I've hurt here... so..."

So spend the rest of your life here?

That's...

"That's not true."

I don't know exactly what's different, but I kind of feel different about pulling back to the convent and praying.

To Lyla, who gave her a gentle face, I said, lost, still searching carefully for words.

"I do not think what you did was the right thing to do. But it's a waste to finally be able to choose your life without taking people's orders, but also to live without knowing the wider world and leaving your search for happiness alone. I said I don't know how to make amends, but if I don't, I guess I should just look at all the worlds and look for them.... Well, I don't even feel like I'm in a position to say this greatly because I feel like I live in a narrow world, but still, I think it's kind of different that you spend your whole life here. We got a second life because... I knew it was a waste."

An awkward silence comes down and all I hear is the dry sounds of the trees swinging in the wind.

After all, all I can say is what it feels like, but I can't possibly say anything strong about that being an escape, and that's why you enjoy the abbey life! What a dry thing to say I didn't want to say more.

Would it have been a favor after all?

It was when my heart began to baffle me with such worries.

There was a noise that lowered my nose.

"... thanks"

I was surprised. Faster than I could see her face, Lila rose momentum off the bench. Then I say it without looking back because it's getting cold.

"I couldn't say it right, but I'm very grateful to you. Viola, Aloise, and Lady Edwin have all come to that... but I still really appreciate it."

I couldn't see his face, but I'm sure the words were meant to be.

Staring at my shaky, watery hair on my thin back, I felt kind of freakishly neat with a load of shoulders down.

I told Lyla earlier that I didn't think what you did was right, but to be honest, I didn't think what I did myself was right either.

If I were smarter and stronger, wouldn't there have been a more round solution? What if...

But I was relieved to hear that Lyla was grateful.

At least one person thanked me, someone. You could admit what I did.

Isn't that enough?

Well, it's Bern, not me, who actually worked hard, but you can also think that I was as powerful as Mijinko level. Even if you think you've been working a little hard, okay?

"You're welcome."

So it would also be helpless if the voice that said that shook up a bit.

"I totally talked to him, but I hope he's okay."

Waiting for each other to settle down, we decided to go back indoors.

I didn't care that much when I was obsessed with talking, but winter is winter no matter how good the weather is. My body feels a lot colder and my joints are kind of stiffened up.

"I might be tired of waiting and falling asleep"

But Bern is the shallow sleeping type, so he's going to wake up with the sound of us coming in and look like he's been awake the whole time.

That's right. Shall we tell Bern the story of Lucas, who was shelved earlier?

I know it might be a little hard to explain the background, but you've dated me so far, and I feel bad not telling you anything.

"It's almost lunch, how about you join us? No treats, though."

"Oh, well, I'll be glad to be with you."

A sudden nobleman, well, we're both noble ladies, so there's nothing here, but anyway, it was when we were walking down the hall in a soothing mood.

There was no sign, it was sudden, so I didn't know what it was for a moment.

That's been stretching across my shoulder from behind.

White and muscular, big hands.

A little bit, my legs snap.

Not good!

I panicked and tried to escape from that arm but it was too late.

That arm grabs me with incredible agility and tries to pull me back to the ground with much more awesome force. My arm, which is not so temperate as to be frightening, is powerful and I hold my breath.

Seeking help, he reached out to Lila's back, one step ahead, but his fingertips cut off the universe in vain, and Guru turned in front of him.

The last thing I saw was a high ceiling made of grey stone and my own hand stretched out without a destination.