"Altenrich, you're not being very selfish."
... You're out, you disgusting stalker ex-prince.
I would consider adding an indecision to that disgraceful title from today on.
I managed to swallow it and make a smile.
The Count Hardist, who for a moment turned his gaze to me reluctantly, immediately knelt down at his sister.
If they do something like that in a formal outfit, he really only looks like a prince.
Ex-Royal no matter how disgusting and rotten it is.
Naturally, the overflowing elegance and aura, plus mysterious dark hair, amethyst eyes and a frank face remained the same.
I take my sister's hand with my gloves on.
You know, man, I touched my sister... and I held my fist, but I didn't really care.
Because your sister doesn't care about this level of contact with that man.
I will not blush like the other ladies, nor will I let my eyes wander inadvertently.
It's not that I make a rejection, but because this greeting from that man is familiar to my sister, who has been a fiancée candidate since she was conceited, so to speak, something like air, something that doesn't even move her emotions as much as hair.
You need me to get in the way...
"Hih...!
... Wait a minute, something's wrong.
Something's wrong with your sister.
The little screaming sister is wandering her gaze with her taken hand pulled in.
"... sister?
Wait, wait... wait.
What is this reaction?
I don't care about the attitude that you don't deserve as a Duke's maid.
The other guy is that guy. Nothing to worry about.
Isn't that where the problem is, and now it's like your sister's conscious.
"Shh, sorry."
"No... Um, sorry"
Wait, what's this feeling?
My sister, who doesn't try to bluish her face and gaze at the Earl of Hardist, apparently doesn't have any favors. It doesn't seem like it, but this giddy feeling.
Impossible until now.
I get a nasty sweat.
This guy is a crazy guy who seemed to have no idea how he felt, despite being so obsessed with his sister.
Besides, it should have been serious enough for me and my sister to get close enough to harden up (though only my eyes seemed to shoot me).
If you didn't have the guts to do something to your sister, you wouldn't even know why in the first place, you didn't think this guy would do anything.
I was bracketing that something couldn't possibly happen... but I don't think so. Did you do something to this man, my sister?
I must be looking at something incredible right now.
Staring at the Hardist Count, I looked into contact with the guy who stood up loosely on the fence.
My sister still subtly misses her gaze to the other side and doesn't look at this one.
I don't know what kind of emotion that is, but he can't go wrong with the fact that his head is full of Hardist Counts.
The amethyst's eyes should have been poured by his sister until just now, reflecting a color that seemed cut.
It was supposed to be, but it narrowed down terribly challenging the moment I met my eyes.
And that man opened his mouth to me in amazement.
"You were still there? Altenrich, that means there is no curtain for you, my brother. Don't worry, my dear sister. I'll take care of it."
I bet you do, Miss Altostella.
The Earl of Hardist asked me that. My sister made me jump on her shoulder once, and you still don't want me to go too far, yes, you do. And I nodded mysteriously.
I would be angry if that spare grin of Count Hardist did.
I understand the thoughts of this man, who only emphasised the words "brother” and “sister."
You know as well as we do that we're not real sisters and brothers.
I guess I realized how I felt when I got stuck.
So say what, I don't know what happened, but it's definitely avoided.
Still, my father keeps my sister with this guy, so I guess I didn't do anything to hurt her.
For a moment, I was in a hurry, but my sister's indifference just disappeared.... Yeah, it's okay, it's okay.
There's no such thing as, rather, an attitude that even people don't like.
Yes, the fact that the presence of that man is just no longer air......
I acted calmly and exhaled secretly. [M]
I'm sorry, sister, but I can't let you two go anymore.
"Count Hardist, could you give us a moment?
I need to talk to you. "
"The time to leave is near. Just a little."
"Yeah, I know."
I'm not in a hurry, I'm not here, but I exhaled again.