"I'm sorry to bother you, but it wasn't intentional, and I wonder what it would be like to do that in public in the first place. Besides, I'm an unmarried, fiancée, Marquis daughter. The Duke will not be able to play with you."
Even in a world like this, being a virgin means a lot.
If the other person is your fiancée, or your lover and you plan to get married in the future... or something like that, that's fine.
But a virgin is not so light for a nobleman as to be scattered by mere play.
If you really want someone to deal with, you can also look for non-virgin aristocratic women (some of whom unfortunately are like that) who are looking for someone to play with the widows of Hundred Wars Smelting.
How could he say to Claude without hiding the look of himself, he laughed with pleasure?
"Ha ha ha! I didn't know I had a noble daughter. Funny! I meant to joke but I changed my mind. Not until the end. I'll put up with you even if you're on your way."
Is that supposed to be bare strands?
The Duke laughed again when he distorted his face with the thought that he absolutely didn't want to.
"Ha! Don't even fall in love with me, look disgusting! I like it!"
"Huh..."
Sylvie blued to the word she liked.
A man named Claude Slain is quite a player and prefers a woman who believes what she says and gets there all the way. In fact, choosing his route changes the character of the heroine that way, too.
Hold still no matter how much you get hurt, and do not make one disgusting face of his favorite service play.
So you shouldn't like the opposite, repetitive type of woman. I was pre-researching that it should be okay if it's my natural personality... how did this happen?
Or is this the cheat of being a game heroine?
Whatever you do, they like you or something? If so, I don't really want it.
"No...... Um"
- Give me a break.
I can't say that much to my duke counterpart exactly, but here's what she meant.
Claude is a wild handsome man. He's a muscular and full of a man's hue. Anyone who likes it will like it. But it wasn't Sylvie's taste, and I don't want to get too close to the offensive character in the first place, but it's her heart now. To be clear, I don't want to get involved any more.
"I'm fine. You must be scared for the first time, huh? You can leave everything to me."
- No, I'm not.
The voice of Sylvie's heart did not reach Claude. In an upbeat mood, Claude tries to reach out to Sylvie. As it was, Silvi, who was in a hurry when he was really winged to play bareback with Claude, tried to escape, but before that, he got his arm grabbed.
"Ouch."
"I found a woman who looked interesting. I'm not letting you get away with it."
(No, no, no, no, no!
Looking to Claude, Sylvie was in a hurry. His bright eyes seep with a glitch, a fierceness like a raptor. You have to run away, but you can't pretend to get your arms grabbed hard and your body twisted.
(Duh, what should I do... if I use witchcraft... oh, no)
The royal castle is stretched with special boundaries, making it impossible to use any kind of magic. Remembering general common sense, which nobles would all know, Silvi wanted to cry in a pinch of absolute despair.
Because of that, I was trying. I desperately admire Leon, and Jemi and I have managed to maintain our friend's position and try to escape Arthur even though I really like him.
And yet, come here and get caught by Claude?
I don't like it. That would have been better if Arthur had caught me.
"Huh..."
I'm about to cry. Tears come up from behind my eyes. But I don't want to cry.
I didn't want Claude to see a crying face or anything.
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna make it bad."
I think it would rather only be a bad thing. Sticking despair to his face, but still managing to resist desperately, a voice he got used to hearing stopped Claude.
"Claude. Whose permission do you have to touch that girl?"
(Arthur!)
Respond to your voice and point your face at you. Arthur was staring at Claude with a look that made him pregnant with fierce anger.
I guess I'm here to pick up Silvi. More glamorous than usual, knightly clothing used colors and accessories that would pair with Silvi everywhere if looked closely.
Claude, who responded troublesome to Arthur's voice, let go of Silvi's arm all the time, knowing that the other person was him.
"... Your Highness? Why are you here?"