I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

"Are you sure you're going?

Reply with a firm determination to go without losing sight of me looking up resentful.

We were facing each other with one standing and the other sitting on the couch. By the way, it's me standing up, Bern sitting down.

I'm perfectly ready to go out now, and all I have to do is get in the carriage and say goodbye from the mansion, but this troubled man wants to hold me back until he's critical.

"I already replied that I was going. Even Ionias would be in trouble without me."

"You just have to make it worse"

Saying that all the time, he was tightened up to a gucci bee with a corset and stroked my hips sultry more correctly to describe him as aligning himself with a template called a corset, no longer wrapped around it.

Don't you hate me so much going out on my own?

In the meantime, I wanted to do something about the hand stroking my hips, so I slap him off.

Bern raised a small protest that he was there.

Prince Edwin's fiancée disturbance, which occurred between last spring and summer, was brief, hasty and sometimes noisy.

A premarital trip that took off the edge from Ermenhilde, which has been pressing for the winter after Bern's funeral.

And in the early spring, me and Bern were safely married, and a peaceful summer of nothing had passed, and the season was around, groping around, about to enter autumn.

I mean, a year after I left school. He entered the sixth month of his new wife's life and continues to this day.

I've been married for six months, I'm really a newlywed hoya, but it's a subtle thing to say because we had a long fiancée period.

No, well, I do... embarrassed, so this story is a discount!

So the season is the end of summer.

And speaking of summer in aristocratic society, yes, it's social season.

Last year, because of Prince Edwin's fiancée disturbance, he ended up in incomplete combustion, not so much last season. For that reason, that was a very active one this year.

We were supposed to be ostensibly dead because of Bern's circumstances, so we could only participate in what really had to come out, and even if we were able to participate more and more, Bern was hiding his face in a mask, becoming the object of attention, and it was common for him to just say hello and go home shitty.

But tonight, that's not the norm.

Tonight there will be a night club hosted by the Duke of Brunsmeyer.

They say the force feud between the new Crown Prince and the former Queen is still raging under the water, but the end of the season seemed to be this Brunsmeyer-sponsored night club, which already attracted a lot of attention.

Besides, besides.

What a night club, it's not just a ball.

It's a masquerade where all participants are required to wear masks.

Former Duke of Brunsmeyer, Bern and Katerina's father are the hosts, but the husband of the substantial nightclub is Katerina, so of course me and Bern were invited to this masquerade.

Bern hasn't been able to get on the stage for a while, so I thought the party was another dream, and I stepped up to this invitation and thought to myself, cheaply.

Cover your face with a mask and you can go! and.

As a basic rule for a masquerade, there is a rule that the person should not be forced to ask who he or she is if he or she wishes, or even look into it after the meeting has fallen off.

Because I don't know who they are, there's a way to have fun.

That's why I was hoping it would be okay to join Bern. I wondered what the current fashion of dresses was like.

But unfortunately... yes, it's a real shame...

Bern has a job he can't take off, and what a non-participation this time!

The sin of entertaining my feelings is heavy.

Forgive me. Seriously.

Bern entered my Leitbergh Marquis family as his son-in-law, but he also continues to associate with the Duke of Letger and has his place in the Intelligence Department.

He says it's a good chore, but he's too busy to travel two or three times a month. He's also often worked with Darius, Duke of Letger's choreographer lately, and at that time Darius' mentor.

He told me more about the organizational form of the intelligence department once, but I couldn't remember it at all due to its difficulty. So I still don't know what position Bern stands in Intelligence.

accusations, such as a lack of consciousness as a wife, are a existence that spoils and accepts.

Let's get back to the masquerade.

How far did I tell you?

Yeah, well, I even talked to Bern about how I felt we could participate if we were all masked.

I didn't think I was that fond of parties myself, but I figured I said something and attended every year, and there was something quite lonely about watching everyone enjoy from a distance.

Besides, when I graduated from school, the party was one of the few opportunities to meet friends.

Especially Caterina. She was busy studying and interacting to carry out her practice as a duke, and she wasn't even going to be able to face to face if not at times like this. Because the last time I saw her was at the wedding, it would mean that I hadn't seen her in the history of her new wife, Equal, Katerina.

Yet when I came to Bern, I was at work. Work! Work! I heard, ma'am!?

It was when I was knitting Bern's long forehead cute while I was being puffed with infidelity.

I flickered.

It's not like I can't attend a nightclub without Bern.

I thought I should have an escort for now.

Then all you have to do is escort that husband's friend, not a cheap husband who takes the job more than the new wife's favor.

So it was my husband's friend, Ionias, who protruded the arrow of white feathers.

He's famous in the social world for being good friends with Caterina, and it doesn't really matter if I took him as an escort when I was close to Caterina, which means he helped the two meet. This will give you a lot of insurance when you lose your identity.

Early in the wedding, I don't care how much you say you're cheating on me or anything.

Well, Reetbelf's son-in-law, as for my husband, as a mysterious masked man, I can't help but feel even more so now because there seems to be a lot of speculation flying around early in the honeymoon.

So I was essentially alone, going to the masquerade.

And Bern hasn't convinced himself yet, so he's going back to the no-go controversy at the beginning.

"You know, even Bern's gonna vacate the house at work, right? That's not why I'm sick, but I can't help but stay home alone. Totally...... why do you hate me so much?

Bern mumbles when he asks me how surprised I am because he basically agrees with me even if I don't reply twice to what I usually do.

Then I lay my eyes down just a little and answered like this at first sight.

"... you're gonna dance with a guy other than me, right?

Not good enough to dance?

Or should I be happy that my husband was jealous of me? They'll let you go anywhere you want, or it'll be better.

But I don't think that's right.

There is no particular basis for this, but if I insist, is it a woman's inquiry?

I don't know what to say to myself, but it's frigid and it doesn't seem to hit me.

Mostly I'm not going to dance with someone I have no idea about, even over here. I'm sure he knows that.

No, wait, because you're going to be just dancing with your escort counterpart.

"Does that mean Ionias can't do it either?

"He's, well, fine..."

That's okay.

Hmm.

Well, I guess it's a good idea to get to know someone.

When I said that in a bit of a mean way, after a lot of silence, Bern sighed heavily.

It seemed as though I had no choice but to say that, and if I changed my view, it seemed like something that I would admit to losing myself.

"As soon as a man you don't know is about to do something weird, you run away. But even the masquerade is a party where stupid people are going to sprang up... Don't deal with him, even if he speaks to you, because he must have a lower heart... Oh, no, I knew I was worried, so don't leave Ionias..."

"Yes, sir."

I'm not a child.

As he spotted my shame like that, Bern made me look a little serious and shook my hands tight.

"I'm worried."

"Then Bern should come with us."

"I would if I could do that..."

Bern drops his shoulder in a pungent manner if he doesn't even have a job.

I'm starting to feel kind of pathetic about bullying you any more.

That's right. If Bern hadn't even worked, you'd have wanted to come with me.

Kneel in and gaze at Bern sitting on the couch.

"Don't worry. No matter how many masks you put on, there's no man like me who would bother to invite a plain woman."

"That's because there was always me on the side. Maybe a guy who got drunk and sick at a party happened to be there. Hugged by a kind you, didn't know he was married, and accidentally fell in love with him!

"Why are you so specific..."

Besides, it's like a romance novel temple. It's how it starts.

For the sake of our rationalists, Bern is a romantic in a weird way.

"I'll go now."

"... okay"

I wonder if it's true.

I kiss Bern on the face like I've scuffed a bitter bug, not in the mood, but just touching it.

That face, which is a little facetious, freaked me out, and I stood up, stirring up a laugh.

The hem of the deep blue dress flutters and the golden thread used for embroidery twinkles, which I tense and pull out because it's a long night club.

I'm actually a little anxious, but, well, yes, it wouldn't even fit the horrible eye.

"Hey, will you put a mask on it?

"As you say."

With a gentle shoulder clasp, he received a mask from me with great admiration.

Turn back to make it easier to tie the ribbon to hold the mask. There was a rubbing sound of satin when the cuckoo rubbed, and a pleasant, but cramped feeling somewhere where the mask could be pressed against his face all the time.

"Come on in."

At the same time as the word, a soft one touches the nod.

Warm, damp feel.

Suck on that.

"Yikes!?

Hold on where you got sucked, hey! And I was angry, and Bern laughed like a child.