I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

I hate facing myself in the mirror.

Straight brunette with metallic grey eyes. Though it is neat, the mouth that is tightly tied to the eye of the slit length gives a terribly cold impression.

This is my face.

There's no shadow of my old face anywhere, and I can't get used to it forever, but still, this is my face, and now I can at least think of it.

Until a while ago, I tried not to look at my face as hard as I could, but this is how I deliberately take the time to look at it after I realized I couldn't escape forever.

Nevertheless, the more I look at it, the more I resemble Bernhardt. So much so that I twisted my neck wondering why I hadn't noticed.

I'm not a drooling eye, but somehow the whole thing is just the same balance.

I guess it's more right that Bernhardt looks like me, but I'm more used to seeing that face than I do now, so I really think I look like Bernhardt.

Son...

Son......

I can't imagine at all.

A completely unknown organism.

No, I know what kind of person Bernhardt is, but it's a different story whether it's acceptable to be my own son, and Bernhardt as my own son was utterly unknown, and something horrible.

As he makes a tannic surface toward the mirror, a glimpse of purple head appears from his shoulder.

"What's wrong?

There's nothing wrong with you or these things.

Or don't you go into the room on your own.

I stop facing myself in the mirror and look back as I am stunned by Lucas for the impudence that came in without even knocking.

Her upper body was only vest on a white glossy dress shirt, and she was not wearing a jacket and wore it on her arm. Because of this, the stiff contour of the broken shoulder is well seen.

"What can I do for you?

"I thought I'd escort my sister to the hall."

"You can do it alone."

"We all rumor that the beads in the hands of the Duke of Letger's house will finally show up tonight. And yet you wouldn't dress up without an escort, would you? I want to do whatever I can for Emilia."

He exaggerates when escorting.

"I don't want it, go home!

Moving his hand to get rid of the dog snugly, Lucas gestured like a groan on the surface. It was obvious that it was not fruitful just to pretend.

What beads are in your hand?

I'm just a pull, wrapping it up in oblate and saying. I know as much as I know that I am called Princess Pulling.

But, well, if there's anyone in Lucas who can escort me, have you ever crossed that?

I pulled my jacket out of Lucas's arm and spread it out.

Lucas opens his mouth and solidifies.

"You're going to escort me."

When he said so lifting a single eyebrow, Lucas slowly understood the meaning of the word and loosened his cheeks.

"... yeah. Thank you, Emilia."

With his arm through his jacket and gently offering his right arm, Lucas gets back on track and laughs in the usual way.

"Speaking of which, that dress looks a little like the one we first met. You look great."

Am I right?

I'll see what I'm wearing again, but I can't even be sure because I only remember that what I was wearing when we met was so white in the summer. It's just a thin lace hem shaking.

"You remember that very well, you know that"

"Even if I remember. Because it's an important memory."

It's very itchy for someone to tell me it's important, and my cheeks are about to loosen. However, it was a little awkward to think that Lucas was tempted, so I worked on it so that it was nothing.

I wait quietly as I am offered to put my own hand on his arm and stretch my spine properly to change my mind.

"Come on, Lucas."

We're going to attend the first night club of the Exchange.

In the woods by the lake, in the narrows of the trees, lay the overhanging darkness, and the boathouse was brilliantly lit as it pushed it back. The water surface of the lake is black, and the range of lights from the boathouse gives a mercury-like reflection.

Without even paying attention to such spooky surroundings, a fancy party was about to start indoors. His Royal Highness Fritz, who is still the lead actor, hasn't appeared, but it's a little hot indoors, which isn't that big because almost all the participants are here.

I was slowly walking around amongst the glittering crowd with a little bit of cold fruit water.

The exchange is scheduled for a long week.

In just one week, I shall find the 'Queen' and have His Highness Fritz choose another woman.

I had a fancy meal for now, and I left it to Lucas around troublesome greetings, and it was dawning in search of people.

This is the person I need for my plan. I've never actually met him, but he looks distinctive, so you know what I mean.

A long shadow appeared to block the path.

"Hey."

There stood Craig with a cool face.

Naturally, but now he's dressed exactly.

Unexpectedly, to me he raised his voice, his hair quizzy and smiled bitterly.

"It was a good punch during the day. Oh, my hips were in there, but I wonder if you'd say. Well, I've never had a fight, so I don't know."

"That's all."

Craig flushed my hair behind a room soggy without looking concerned, even though it was a full reply. It feels like a human gesture that I'm used to handling girls.

"What"

Keep saying that and slap Craig's hand.

He looks funny even that, very angry.

"Isn't it normal for people in the Duke's family to try to get along with each other?

"You want me to be your friend? Why do you have to be friends with someone I can't possibly do in people's rooms?

"Your friends have many kinds, too. I think I can be a more intimate and thinner friend to you than anyone else."

With a very attractive and masochistic smile for me, Craig pulled the glass out of my hand.

Probably on purpose, but my fingertips touch each other and blood rises slightly on my face.

Craig's stiff finger belly gently glanced at my toe.

A much darker shadow appeared behind Craig, as if he had sensibly perceived such a good looking atmosphere.

"I was wondering if you could stop giving my sister a little something like that."

"Yes, I am."

With his fingers stuck in Craig's shoulder, Lucas is grinning like a stick-up.

Wow, Craig's shoulder is miserable. I wonder how hard it would make that noise. I don't care because my shoulders won't be there.

But it was dangerous.

He was about to get swallowed up by a little bit of a good vibe for a second. Thanks to Lucas for all this.

Again, it's too dangerous to say the face of preference. Even such a nappy soaker makes me feel a little awkward.

I feel like throwing a cream pie on Craig's face or even putting it on my stockings for remorse.

Lucas, keep your shoulders where they are.

Calming our hearts as we hear Craig's genuinely painful screams, we realize that we have a collection of curious gazes around us. That's right.

Fortunately, His Highness Fritz hasn't shown up yet.

When I shook my head to mean no more, Lucas immediately let go of his hand.

But I guess we've become so noticeable that it's just too much.

It smelled like fluffy flowers.

"Even cold-blooded men like you have nerves that hurt."

I walked magnificently between nature and the open person as a matter of course and said so at the same rate that the girl was crazy and irresistible.

Rich blondes are gorgeous, and well-shaped lips shape a confident grin. The dress I'm wearing is also a fashionable purple this year, with stitched beads glittering and dazzling.

I paved the way for her to be oppressed by her presence, the other participants take half a step back.

"I am Thea, daughter of the Marquis of Kirsten. That's a face I've never seen in school. What's your name?

Who are you?

As I ask, my dark green eyes stare at me. I was looking at an outlaw who totally snuck into my garden.

I see. Is this Thea?

The hair color and eyes color are the same as Edwin's. I also feel that my face is somewhat alike. There is no determinant of this, but still, as things stand, is she the most likely 'queen'?

I quietly stare back at Thea without being pressured.

It's smaller than I imagined, about a fist a minute smaller than me. But the atmosphere looked bigger than it actually was, or for Aura's sake.

"It's Emilia Isabella Letger."

Simply smiling in that name, Thea looked just a little bit like she had been hurt in pride.

But you realize I'm more of a Duke of Letger family person than I am, slowly making a laugh.

Instead of rushing, I was even a little impressed with my spare attitude.

"Oh, um..."

When I heard a fine voice and looked at you, I noticed the presence of a girl standing there trying to hide on Thea's back.

Thea and I look pretty much the same, but since we're cat taller, maybe we're taller than Thea.

She called herself Rene, shameful as she was.

"You're rude to Lady Emilia in that attitude. Hold on tighter!

"... sorry, sister"

Lightly blush the floating cheeks, and Rene drips.

I get the very plain impression that my hair and eyes are the same color as my sister, Thea, but also because of her cat back. The dress is also kind of a faded plain color.

I had heard rumors, but he was a surprisingly contrasting sister.

"I, Lady Emilia, have always been interested in who I am. It's good to see you. But why did they suddenly want to go out to so many places like this? I heard Emilia was so sick that she couldn't even go to school."

I got up for a moment wondering if this was ridiculed for pulling in the dark, but I still can't get rid of the possibility that I'm just too paranoid, so for one thing I decided to disguise myself as a worldless courtier.

"Yeah, I couldn't get it out of the mansion at all because of my weak body, but I've been doing very well here lately, and I asked my father to talk to people my age"

"Well, it is!

Thea leaned back exaggerated and let her eyes shine like she had even found a new toy.

Apparently, the first-person ordinance passed.

And her interest was beside Craig, turning to Lucas, who stood as if to spy on him.

"What about this one?

It's my brother Lucas.

Thea's gaze returns to me after a glance at Lucas, who smiled lovingly, seemingly uninterested.

"Tomorrow, if you like, why don't you join us for tea?

"Huh? Yeah, definitely."

That may be a wish or a fulfillment, but I'd like to cut it up early and go back to finding people.

I twitched my toes and tried to get away from Thea, but she just packs the distance if she doesn't allow it.

"You don't know anything about the school, do you, Emilia? I'm worried. This Craig guy is really terrible. I have a fiancée, but I'm not supposed to be the one who can put a little tease on the ladies everywhere and even come to the AC. At the end of the day, give it to Lady Emilia! The Duke of Brunsmeyer house can hear you!

Craig shrugged his shoulder in a playful motion, given to the jade.

Does this guy have a fiancé? Besides, I didn't know you were chasing a woman's ass around in that capacity...

In short, you're just a good looking scumbag.

"I'm only joining you as a friend of His Highness this time."

"Then we should make a big deal of it. Are you going to humiliate His Royal Highness Fritz?

"Not at all... already wifey, Thea?

"It's not a temptation. But isn't it just a matter of time before it happens? It's like I'm the one who's supposed to be tied to His Highness Fritz."

"Sister, don't say that out loud"

"What? Did I say something wrong?

My sister stared at me, and Rene grew so small.

I would also like to disperse amazingly early.

Like smashing my thoughts like that, once again a new person appears.

"Oh. If you think there's a big blow, isn't that Thea?"

She's a sober woman, as opposed to little Thea.

My hair has straight brown hair and my eyes are glistening like beautiful emeralds. He looked very neat but seemed a little too old to come to this exchange.

And in school, statements like that against Thea, who acts like a queen.

Probably Adelina, daughter of the Marquis of Freudenberg.

To corroborate my predictions, Thea called her Master Adelina with those eyes that provoked her again.

The advent of Adelina turned the indoor air into a tingle at once.

When I notice, most of the participants stand behind Thea or Adelina. And me and Lucas, Craig were just standing in the middle of it.

"Well, when you're young, you can't tell the difference between paranoia and reality."

That's what Adelina said with such a gentle face that she didn't think she was saying she hated it, and looked around to ask for consent.

Under Thea's eyes cramps with pimples.

"You think that kind of Adelina superimposes herself and Her Highness when her fiancée dies? Isn't that paranoia? Hey, Lady Emilia."

Yes!?

Suddenly he asks for his consent and swallows a voice that has gone out.

... Shit, I'm totally caught up in a skirmish between the two of us.

What do you want me to do, cloud you with an ambiguous response, or just grab in with Thea's shoulder?

But Freudenberg...

"Lady Emilia and I are cousins again. You don't even know that?

You're right.

Yes, me and Adelina are next of kin.

So even if you don't want to get along, it's not much of a compliment to be hostile to her.

"How does that have anything to do with this? I don't like hard-headed people."

"As always, you're not being smart with your mouth to the older. Don't you agree with me, Emilia?

So why, you both ask me!

I'm not willing to have either shoulder, and I want you to do it on your own where I'm not involved if you want to fight.

No, I'm getting frustrated.

At the edge of his vision, he can see Lucas shaking his head small.

I know. I know.

Still, Thea and Adelina, who continue to dislike the reward, ask me for my consent for a moment.

Each time I got stuck with words and I didn't know if it was a few exchanges, I was clearly saying this when I realized it.

"Even if you were going to pawn me, the daughter of the Duke's family, into our own power feud? If that doesn't mean we both want to be friends, hit the other one."

Everyone's gaze pours on themselves.

Do it, damn it. We need to follow up on something soon.

Why am I always like this?

Oh, for God's sake. I want to bury it on the ground and become a plant.

At that time, the salvation of heaven or the tall sound of a candle and a glass sounded.

It's a signal that His Highness Fritz will show up.

Both Thea and Adelina pour a feverish gaze into the door on the stairs, as if it had been a lie until then.

Thanks to you, my remarks were not taken, and I look up again, too, with a relieved chest down.

After a long time, the door slowly opened.

His Royal Highness Fritz was a elongated man with glasses. I hear you're twenty-four years old, but your nervous looking face looks more adult than your age, and you don't rely on it anywhere. Still, he was just the father of Edwin, an orthodox handsome man, and his face parts were neat.

Brilliant nightclub clothing that boasts royal authority is also well suited.

He first expressed his thanks to the gathered participants, saying things like please don't get hard and want us to have fun together.

With an engraved grin, His Highness Fritz looks around at each and every one of the venues.

"It's a troublesome thing to take care of my father, but I'm glad to have the opportunity to talk to only those of near age like this. Please, it's not just me, it's good to meet all of you here..."

Words broke off.

I get a twitch about what's wrong.

His Royal Highness Fritz stares at one place and his face is tense as if he had seen it even in a ghost.

His gaze was fixed on me.

When he frowned without knowing what it meant, His Highness Fritz coughed at me all the time.

Even if he resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened, people whispered to each other whether he was nervous, something unusual such as stuck in words with a surprised and angry face.

Especially Thea and Adelina, who were near me, must have been seen by herself, who seemed to whisper excellently and excited about her sister and surroundings.

I glanced softly at Lucas.

Because I knew why His Highness jammed the words.

Lucas looks so hard, he comes back to me like he's gonna do something. He seemed to know exactly why.

And I was quietly convinced.