Is the Villain Not Allowed to Fall in Love?

I was aware of the girl I became my fiancée when I was running around the royal palace running away from my loud tutor.

I was born as the first prince of the country of Zelden, so I have been rigorously educated from an early age as the closest person to the throne.

But since I was a child, I still wanted to play, and somehow began to know who I was, I was snorting roughly to see if I'd run away from my studies and be what a loud adult wanted.

I already had a fiancé like that.

She said she was a Duke's maid and made a fuss about falling in love with me at first sight and really wanting to get married.

There is no such thing as a woman.

I was not at all interested in this engagement, which was proceeded in a way that was pushed off by the Duke's house, by the fact that I would also catch up with him in my capacity.

Milene, her fiancée, came to the royal palace where her feet flourished to receive Queen's education.

They drank tea with me from time to time, but Milene, with round black eyes like a kitten caught a little in the dark hair, was smiling happily when she saw my face.

My parents scolded me for treating Milene badly, wondering if I was fooled by it anyway because I was externally blessed.

One day, escaping as usual, I found a room with Milene inside the implant and peeked in.

She even scolded the teacher, and when she came into the room she stood there, shivering as she sifted for tears in her black eyes.

Milene, who is always shaking her head up, is still two younger children than me.

I guess every day I just study is hard.

Watching as if she had the guts to just run away like me, she acted amazingly.

We started a riot in the room.

When I think I threw the cushion or something depending on the allowance, I jump on the couch and jump with the cobweb swinging.

I was rather impressed with the stunning rampage as if my little bow were bouncing around.

Looking at him suddenly, he apparently finished the rampage, wiping the tears accumulated in his eyes with a cobble all the way up, shaking his head up with a twinge, as usual.

And about the woman I picked up, I left the room as if nothing had happened.

I guess I'm going to another class.

I even laughed at my mouth and saw Milene leaving the room, wondering what kind of guy I was.

Sometimes a girl who's smaller than me is going to lose the pressure from around her, even if it's a hard day.

Do you want to be so queen until you put up with them, that kid?

Or do you want to marry me so much?

If she sees me running away from study, she might look up at me like she's looking down on me, shaking her head with a tung.

Somehow it wasn't funny to feel like I lost to two younger girls, and I went back to my room.

And from that day on, I took my studies seriously.

I was originally a man who could do it, and I became an honorary student who could do anything with my studies and swordsmanship up my arms.

The girl who was rumbling around the room that day with her mouth bent to a letter to regret seems to be still trying her best to educate the queen to stand beside me.

And this year, he says, he's going to be admitted to the Royal School.

If you look at me, what will you look like?

Do you shake your head up with a tung and put up a void, or do you laugh happily?

Would it be mine if I stroked him?