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

I care about Gunter's marriage, but Claudia is more important.

Sign the delivery and press the seal of discretion, but do not clean it up as an adjudicated document, but leave it in the desk drawer. ─ ─ I told Gunter that I would push the verdict in a hurry, but I just wanted to confirm a few things.

These days it has been less qualitative than calling it a snack, but dare to make a lunch that still has a lighter image than in the morning or at night.

I know that's not true, but I want to avoid inadvertently undermining Claudia's mood and not being able to talk.

That's what my parents say, even though they confirm their intentions. If I can, I want you to hope to marry me.... and when it does, it does, and the difficulty of finding the right person awaits. Well, it's not like there's no handover.

Claudia, not knowing she was getting married from her parents, came happy to a sudden luncheon.

Face each other and lower your back to the chair, begging for forgiveness and starting your meal.

"Don't feel long before you and Lord Eliza settle down and dine together in the mansion."

"In fact, it's been a while. Thank you for protecting our territory as a knight this past year. I hope to convey my slight gratitude to Lord Claudia, who did not care for his safety on the battlefield and caught a child using his demonic powers."

Claudia had a scar on her hands from that underground passage. There seems to be no obstacle to gripping the spear, but it's pretty painful to look at.

It is not a good wound for an unmarried woman to bear. Now if my gender had been a man, I would have had to take the blame for the injury and make her my wife.... well, that might have put a piece of trouble on it all at once.

"Knight wounds are like medals. It's not about caring, mugg."

The person openly says so and cheeks deliciously with a scratchy hand chopping the bread.

He doesn't even try to cover his wounds with gloves like I do, so apparently he's serious about that.

"It would be helpful if you could say that.... but I was wondering if that would interfere with Lord Claudia's marriage in the future."

"Oh, that won't be a problem either. I don't want to marry a man who can't find any meaning in me being a knight."

Claudia said clearly to the topic she had put in her mouth to try to explore.

Too clean. Too clean to attract cramps and laugh. Isn't the feeling of wanting to get married dusty?

In the back of my brain, the presence of a letter sent to me by Claudia's father is gaining tremendous momentum and reciprocity. The love of a father who thinks of his daughter makes him feel, in a way, stronger pressure than when he preceded anyone.

"Nevertheless, what is the subject of my marriage?... Are you finally thinking of letting me have a husband in this fold when the war is over? I don't think your father is giving you rude sentences."

With a funny look, Claudia went on to utter a remarkable word of sharpness.

... it was. She was sensitive to aristocratic rushes.

They read the circumstances in just one word, and I wind my inner tongue. I'm going to forget about my usual blurry words and behavior, but she's good at reading people's thoughts and states, or if she does it 'olfactory'. For some reason, the emotions that can be directed at the person, or tiredness... show extreme dullness in such objects. No, not dare.... No, right? I want to believe there isn't.

"No. Theo would have filed a marital notice before, so I thought something was wrong. I ask you, how does Lord Claudia feel about your marriage?"

My father gave me a sentence and I blurred what I was actually stuck with. I decided to get straight to the point of today. It's troublesome to do things around and talk about them.

Claudia, however, gave me a decent look at my query and tilted her little neck.

"... did I say something strange?"

"Hmm. Weren't you going to look at the fold and marry Oscar? Instead, I thought the Earl of Teresia had pushed him to the Knights of Cardia with complete intent."

……………… Oscar?

I look halfway into Claudia's empty eyes. She gave me a nagging grin back in such a way as for now.

Inside, cold sweat was pouring out like a waterfall.

Yes, Oscar was there. I wonder why I had completely forgotten his existence. I was totally falling out as Claudia's husband candidate.

He is an Oscar who in any case appears less interested in marriage than Claudia. He might have had the effect of seeing the right person on his own and getting married if he needed it.

"However, there is nothing different about me... but I have one condition."

Sakuri, and Claudia pierce the fork into the apple, which is dessert. When did I ever clean up on the plate in front of her? What kind of meal speed is it? Do you think he also has the talent for fighting dinners?

"Conditions, is it? What the hell...?

I recriminate my spine and change my posture when I'm about to lose my strength. What the hell kind of conditions can I put in place?

Anyway, I'm far from the commonly sought after wife condition at the point of bringing Claudia to my daughter-in-law. What is the impossibility of such conditions as can be added on top of that?

"That's..."

Claudia's expression is also serious. I swallowed the sawdust.

"Whoever will be my husband must triumph over my brother in a duel."

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"Now suppose we send a letter to all the places concerned as soon as possible. Let's make sure Oscar's willing."

There has never been a moment when I felt so strongly that someone would praise me for what seemed like a 'condition' that would make me ridiculous to have been drunk by nervousness that I almost punched my forehead on the table.

Claudia said to my tired look, again with a decent look, "Uhm...?" He replied.