I Was Reincarnated as a Villainess, but My Fiancé (Main Hero) is Taking Care of Me?!

"I'm so tired!

"Dear Euphemia, If you have time to mess around like that, please get dressed."

"... Cynthia is as good as ever. You could work for me a little bit."

Three hours after your mother and father caught you. I was exhausted when asked about root digging and leaf digging and Reginald. Even Reginald was watching. Tea with your mother and father to chase you there.... there's no way I'm not tired. Brownie was the best, though.

"In the first place, Your Highness likes things, right? Whatever I say, I think there are more amazing young ladies out there than Euphemia...."

"Yeah, I know. I know that, too."

As I get up from the collapsed sofa, I ask Cynthia to take the dress decorations, accessories, etc., off. That's right. Euphemia in this world is famous as a "freak". The family is perfect, but if you ask me how to behave as a prostitute, there are more prostitutes above you than Euphemia. Especially if you're a kingdom duke, there are more amazing ladies than Euphemia.... if Reginald hadn't been of that character, Euphemia would have given up.

"There are more good ladies than I am.... I was just told."

"What did he say?

"It's settled. Like nothing else, Reginald."

While Cynthia solved the hair set, I sighed openly. Cynthia, who heard me sigh like that, seems to have a mark on her head.... that's right. That's what I think.

"... Reginald's taste is not perfect. She likes a woman who can take care of her, which means she's far from perfect."

"Somehow, that's..."

I heard Cynthia's bewildered voice. Yeah, yeah, I know. I don't think even the Prince of a Nation has such a woman's hobby. In the first place, being the wife of Reginald means being the princess of the king. There will be all the ladies close to perfection. People who can take care of themselves don't usually come.

"That means Euphemia certainly suits your taste. Care burned, famous as a freak. I don't care about myself and only think about eating delicious food. There is no more baby-sitting lady to take care of."

"... hmm?

"I walk around the house in my bedtime clothes, and I don't change my sleeping habits. I'm just terribly attached to the meal.... there are no more baby-sitters to take care of."

"... hey, Cynthia. Do you have any grudges against me...? I obviously think that word is malicious....."

"Because it's the truth. There's no malice or anything."

After kicking my question in seconds, Cynthia takes the accessory I was wearing to the mirror stand. The accessories I often wear are in the drawer of the mirror stand. With that in mind, I was staring at Cynthia's back.

"In the first place, if you want to deny it, please tell me more firmly. Please fix that moody character. Don't let me take care of you. Be more educated like your wife."

"... there's no sound."

Hah, sighing, I quickly changed into my bedtime clothes. I'm sure you are. Yeah, you should say it more firmly. I know, I know, but... I'm not going to fix anything!

"Ah, speaking of which, Mr. Euphemia. While Yufemia was talking to his wife and husband, a royal servant came to deliver a letter. Anything from His Highness....."

"Say it quickly!

I rushed to Cynthia and said so. Then Cynthia laughs like a fake "hahaha..."... on purpose? I thought so, but Cynthia is not a mean maid.... maybe you really forgot.

Cynthia sends me a letter somewhere else with that in mind. I take out the contents of the letter and read it in haste. Reading through the letters... somehow, I felt my face pale. No, no, Reginald.... you just met me today, right? And yet, the next invitation...

"Master Euphemia? What does it say...?

Cynthia asks me that. That's why I stopped by Cynthia and shouted, "... I was invited to the royal palace again!?" Cynthia, who heard me scream, looked surprised for a moment, but immediately smiled.

Really? Welcome. "

and....