I Reincarnated as a Noble Girl Villainess But Why Did It Turn Out This Way? (WN)

The first thing that happened to this troublemaker was that Faelia herself was reluctant to marry the Augrains.

Viscount Augrain, whose tentative mastermind, the Marquis Nordsteel, pushed the hassle to pull my leg, did not find the Faelia itself preferable to me, which caused this.

Failia, sitting well behaved beside Viscount Rogue Shea, seemed to be quietly observing me. I guess she herself hasn't told me why I came here.

I don't know what the circumstances are, but I came here to stop her from breaking her marriage. If the purpose is known, will it alert you?

So what do we do? How can we pull the story out of her without letting Faelia be extra vigilant?

Let's start by exploring what's going on around you while letting you have it with the Viscount on the subject of the House of Lords, which is not obvious. Viscount Rogue Shea smiling calmly, and Fayria still without hiding the confusion, and Claudia refraining in the corner of the room. What should we cut out to hang up? A slightly wandering gaze turned to the window to attract. In the courtyard beyond the great window, the flowers of the season are shaken by the wind. The colours are bright, and the breath of emotion leaks out.

"Lembia is blooming well this year. I've been planting two species of red and yellow since last year, but this year I have flowers with mixed colors that make my eyes quite enjoyable"

I hear Viscount Rogue Shea didn't miss that moment. From the story of the unusual House of Lords, the topic of the garden was immediately changed.

"Oh, Lembia did. It's such a fine garden, it must be stunning."

Lembia is a plant with frill-like flowers that spiral along straight stretching stems. Its brightly colored flowers are very effective in tightening garden scenes, but it is difficult to reconcile them because they jump through the other side and are gorgeous. More than a dozen flowers bloom, especially if it is also a garden of this size. Is it arranged by a gardener with good arms?

"Yeah, I think you'll like it.... Faelia, let Viscount Cardia guide you through the courtyard."

Viscount Roguesia urged him, and Faelia answered and then took his seat gracefully.... For a moment I saw a thin ankle covered in silk socks and a shining anklet there.

─ Oh, this is really going to be a lot of stubbornness and trouble.

I manage to chew up bitter thoughts and suppress the look on my face.

Unmarried or underage women in the Grunfeld region do not attach metal accessories. That kind of tradition goes on all the time.

I should have, but I did see a silver brilliance in Fayria's legs.

In other words, this woman is in free love with a nobleman with whom she has a fiancé. That's how you're wasting it.

"Cardia, Viscount?

Faelia with a confused face calls out hesitantly. When I saw that left hand floating in search of an escort, the bottom of my stomach felt swollen just a little bit.

I look at that hand clearly once, and then I make a meeting with my gaze in her eyes. Keep this hand open.

"... Thank you for your guidance, Dear Fayria (...)"

In the eyes of Fayria, something cold floats in an instant. Apparently, he read the emotions into her name that I dared to call clear.

Few heterosexuals call each other names unless there is a significant difference in years. Especially in Grunfeld, which is annoying with manners due to gender, that is thorough.

"Um...!

"Yes, what is it?

".................. give me an escort"

"Now that I'm nine, it's not as if I can't walk without you pulling your hand."

I asked Viscount Rogue Shea how she was while teasing Felia, who irritated or blushed her face. Still smiling, with a gentle grin.

Shit, I pound my tongue inside. I should have checked Viscount Rogue Shea's background. In the unlikely event that he is not a native of this region, all the measures that have been contemplated will be wasted. Even though it has covered the troublesome and turquoise habits of Grunfeld's nobility, if the Viscount himself, who is the real negotiator, is not attached to that habit, all the measures will end up in wasted imprisonment.

"Not really, my escort. It must be nine more, right?

"Oh, this is rude. I'm late for my application, but I, officially, am in the lower Viscount position. I didn't want you to be that close enough to show me around the garden."

There were rare signs of Claudia sighing behind her back. What do you do when you sell a fight to someone you convince?

"... woman, Viscount?

Pocahontas, snorted inside at the frightened Faelias, I see. Few women hold the title in Arksia, and they are not allowed to do so thoroughly in the Grunfeld region.

"─ Really, so dress like that..."

It was a lot of voices, like a gradual squeeze from a confused brain. In its eyes, there is more confusion than just now and then another, complex emotion swinging.

That's probably emotions like envy and jealousy.

Neither pity nor contempt. Besides, I knew I'd zero my sigh inside again.

The more we observe, the farther away our daughter named Faelia is from the female portrait of Grunfeld.

of the customs that were being heard, in a mansion so thoroughly that it seemed possible to remain intact in the model that it eliminated women. Viscount Roguesia and his lady, who betray the glimmer of that image.

─ ─ After all, it's a hassle.