I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

"Tired."

I looked up from the paper that deteriorated and turned yellow.

Remnants of letters written in ink melt like snow and disappear.

"You're tired."

Lizzie, with both hands on her cheek cane, is laughing at Nico for some reason.

"Did something good happen to you?

"I'm a little happy because Bern is seriously trying to find out about your mother"

I wonder why that makes Lizzie happy. I don't know.

She laughed deeply at me for shaking her neck. [M]

I don't know more and more, but it feels good because it's cute. If she's laughing happily, my world is always fine.

Then we talked about the contents of my journal after my break.

Having succeeded in bringing His Royal Highness Fritz and Luche closer together, Emilia moved various plots into execution to bring the two closer together with Lucas.

They hide what is good from the eyes of Thea and Adelina, who are obsessed with His Highness, so it seemed only a matter of time before they were rapidly attracted to each other and became lovers to each other, without even having to go in on a senseless lay.

But the only person I noticed was Emilia and the others plotting to get along.

Craig Brunsmeyer.

It's my father.

Knowing of His Royal Highness's relationship with Luche and Emilia's purpose, he unexpectedly offered to cooperate.

The reason was that it seemed interesting, but he said he was serious about helping.

By the way, when I found out Craig was a playboy and he was putting a little bit on Emilia, I must say I felt a little complicated.

I've heard rumors that when I was younger, I played a little bit harder with girls, but I didn't know I was a light man so far.

I didn't originally have any special respect, but I'm still shocked.

I just thought Emilia's description of her young father seemed a lot more fun than my knowing father.

"In the meantime, from day three to day five, Craig also succeeded in getting involved and creative in making love to His Highness Fritz and Luche," he said.

"Boat crap and all, I burst out laughing!

Lizzie fingers here as she goes back to the page.

Because I was reading it flush, I looked through it again and it said the following.

There's a lake, there's a man and a woman that feels good, how come you don't get on a boat? No. Ride. In some famous pond, there's a famous story about men and women on boats breaking up together, but it's a lake, and they'll probably be fine.

Nevertheless, it is difficult to sneak them onto a boat.

I really have eyes.

So I decided to put Craig's clothes on His Royal Highness and my clothes on Rouchet and have him take the boat, concealing his face. Now being on the boat would mean me and Craig.

Lucas said, "Before I do, Craig's going to be on a boat with Emilia! I'm not on it! I'm not on it!" He was crying with regret. Craig seems to have learned the pleasure of bullying Lucas recently, and the two of them were fighting on my own. They're stupid.

"Can't you see Lucas trampling the estate with remorse?

I'm starting to get kind of crazy, too, when Lizzie laughs uncomfortably.

It's certainly too easy to imagine what it's like to be a regrettable uncle.

"We'll have a cricket tournament, we'll have a dance hall just for the two of us in the middle of the night, and we'll all look like we're having fun. Surprisingly, I thought Bern's father was a scary man from a young age."

"Yeah, I thought so, too."

I wonder how my father's blue cold eyes stared at Emilia.

I've always thought my father hated my mother, but I don't know. Does that mean it didn't happen?

I just know that it wasn't as simple as I could understand. [M]

Speaking of which, I was just wondering.

Lizzie glanced at the letters with her fingers, whining about where she was.

"Here. Where Luche picked up the abandoned love sentences"

In the morning, when Luche tried to sneak out for a walk in the woods with His Highness, he said he picked up the letter. He said he picked it up, or that a broken letter had fallen from overhead with a fling.

When I looked up, the window was open, even though I could see the girl with the crying face closing the window without even looking down.

When I picked it up as I thought it was bad, I found out that it seemed like a romance, that it was written by the girl herself.

Apparently, the person in that love sentence was younger than her, and a much more stately man, and it was content that he and others would convey their thoughts, which I find unacceptable, but still admire.

Although my thoughts solicited and wrote in the middle of the night, it was Luche's and Emilia's view that I must have gone back to sanity in the morning and torn it away.

They were the two worried about what to do with this love sentence, but unable to watch Luche and Lucas stroke the love sentence sadly, Emilia clung to the envelope with the love sentence torn, sending it out to the person it was supposed to reach.

"I didn't know it was a different kind of love or a hard one. Whoever you like, it's not on our own!

I wanted to encourage Luche, who cares about the difference in his status with His Royal Highness, and Lucas, who cares about being his sister and brother on the family registry, to do something that isn't even Gala. and it is closed.

"What's wrong with this love sentence?

"Actually, my mother and father met at school, and while my mother was so low, we couldn't really communicate favors with each other because she was older. But I've heard that the romance that you threw away somehow arrived at your father, so we were honest with each other and went all the way to marriage."

"So you're saying that Lizzie's parents were able to get married thanks to the love sentences that Emilia delivered on a whim?

"Could be"

There were no words on the tour that I didn't expect, and we both stared at the diary.

It's like there's Emilia and you two ask her what's up.

"There's no definite proof of a love sentence's destination or anything, but let's talk about it like this. It's not everywhere!

Are you excited, Lizzie's face looking at this one is a little red.

"If Miss Emilia had thrown away her love sentence, I might not have been here"

What if a torn and abandoned love sentence can't be delivered to anyone's hands?

That's all, I may not have had the important presence in front of me.

When I think about it, Lizzie says it's amazing, but I suddenly get scared that if I blink, she'll disappear.

"That's troublesome"

Lizzie was just a little bit decent because I said it too seriously.

'Cause I wonder what the hell life without Lizzie means to something like that.

Lizzie sometimes turned into an adult face and dragged her chair as she sat down and came right next to me.

And put your head on your shoulder.

"Do you miss me?

"It's not a lonely place. There's no point in being alive. I like you, so I can finally be human."

"I wonder?... Yeah, but I'd be in trouble if I didn't see Bern either. I'm in a lot of trouble."

Joining hands with nature, we were torn out of the window early in the morning and thought of a love sentence that might have been forgotten as it was.

I wonder how long I've been doing that.

I almost couldn't tell the difference between my temperature and Lizzie's.

"Hey Bern. After this, Mr. Emilia makes a very big mistake."

She grabbed my hand and said that quietly, unusual from the excitement she had just seen.

"But please don't blame Mr. Emilia. No matter how fatal a mistake she made, and all sorts of people got hurt as a result, I'm sure we're not making a mistake right now connecting with her."

"... ok"

Gripping back hard, Lizzie squeezes her head against her shoulder to sweeten her.

The fingertips that caught the old page shook just a little bit, either because my hair was tickled by plundering my neck muscles.