Having just been banished from my house, I got the funds and the keys to my residence to play and live the year I was given or given as a handful, and I turned down my last transfer in the carriage and jumped out of my house in a simple piece.
Oh, Runaru and I are going to skip it now!
I'm going to have to hang out with your neighbors looking for work and get used to the customs of that land! Very busy! What a happy big busy day?!
Well! I was really skipping at some point! Oh, my gosh, the words I use every day still make me look like a lady now and then! You don't need it anymore! You don't have to!
Yeah, skipping isn't enough! I hated it when my teacher taught me, but I want to dance waltz! It's nice to waltz like a fool on your own! Yeah, but Waltz still looks like a courtier... cossack dance here?! I've never done this before, but I'm gonna try cossack dancing?!
When I left home in less than fifteen minutes and I started to get confused with too much tension, maybe it was just the right time to say it was just right before I created black history, to calm my tension in front of me... in short, tension. The person who lowered it got stuck.
"Dear Felicia...!
"… oh, Lord Evan"
Standing in front of me is one of Ladillo's attacking characters… a carnivorous system that approaches heroines if they fall in love with heroines at first sight at school and can't give up trying to have a fiancée. But I don't disobey what heroine says with my wacko attribute, you naturally handsome Evan Douglas with brown hair and green eyes.
It is only natural that the introduction is more specific than that of His Highness. It's my difference in preference.
But if it's to gain freedom, even though it's my favorite game character, I don't see it in my eyes. For me, I can only be anxious to encounter a character with irregular in this situation. What are you doing to me trying to get my wings off a luxurious cold birdcage?
"I… am convinced that Master Felicia is innocent! Let's clear your stigma together!
Oh, no, I'm sorry about the excitement, but seriously, that's fine.
If this is a scene in the game, I'm going to sue Evan for backing the morning sun with a serious Rin look that a single picture still is going to get. But because of my inner self, it has become a rather dumb diagram.
"Master Evan, that's your buy. I was certainly jealously driven by Master Liliana, who approached His Highness, who lost me and did irrevocably. This is the punishment... accepting it is the only sin I have left for His Highness."
Yes, I have been cultivating this level of mouth every day to avoid being scolded by my parents to avoid getting caught up in what Your Highness has done to me, and I have a ride from my previous life, so I come out sluggish at my leisure. Also, I have a repentant bitter smile on my options. My acting is still perfect today.
"Dear Felicia, not so much... about Your Highness..."
"Yeah... it was love once in my life."
I wept faintly and looked up at the sky worried. Ah, I'm dazzled by the morning burn.
By the way, why am I setting His Royal Highness, which I hated only as much as I liked... for once my current position should have been where Lili would have stood. I was properly afraid that my original role as a heroine would create a scenario change that I didn't want to end up in. Evan, you're in love with heroin at first sight. This means that if I get bored out here and go into Evan Loot by mistake, maybe the blade named Evan Your Favor will reveal Lili's gentle lies from my point of view and restore my honor, and I will be returned to the Swallows family.
No. No, no, no. Absolutely not. Even if I escaped from His Royal Highness and was destined to be queen, the Duke's house and the pressure to be a nobleman cannot be returned. I can't do what they say.
So I have to be careful that even if I make a mistake here, I may enter the Evan Route, the Peacock Trap of Salvation.
In the meantime, I pretend to like His Highness, who is composed of 100 percent lies, because I still like His Highness and the excuses are convenient.
"... I have to go now. Travel is still only available in the morning. Dear Evan, thank you for coming to see me for the last time. You were kind, my friend."
With a teary-eyed smile, I crushed your love heart with the slightest dust on the wood because you weren't a paedophile in the distance, and I grabbed Evan with Rin's face and walked past you.
Oh, Evan, it's me, Evan. It's the first time in your happy ending that I've shaken off the hero's favor, kissed him and held him tight that I'm not giving it to anyone anymore. I'm stuck rolling on you. But at the normal end, I broke my engagement with His Royal Highness, but Evan didn't have any romantic feelings for you, and I like Evan, who said with a smile that I would stay with you, that I couldn't resist the hero and laughed bitterly and told you to stay. Evan, you liked the heroine who was badly injured at the bad end and disappeared to solitude crying in a sense of responsibility because I couldn't protect him.
"Dear Felicia...!
My appearance was supposed to be perfect, but did you even hear the evil in my mind that you liked Evan? Evan called me to cry.
I'm amazed at it, and I'm stuck on my feet. Shit. Eh, it's not, Evan. I did like about you as a character, but that's only in a fraternal sense, with a meeher fan sentiment, blah blah blah blah blah. Even if I were to seriously fall in love, I'd put aside the house thing or the aristocracy thing, but your love is heavy and a little...
"You don't have to like me now! So! Take my hand! I... I like you! Pick me...! Then I'll take you away! Even the two of us can be happy as civilians! No, I will make you happy...!!
A passionate confession heard from behind.
But I'm confused because the civilian rating is too low and different from my assumptions. It's already my happiness to be a civilian without the two of us, and I'm the happiest piece of my life right now. I'm in a bad mood.
"... I'm sorry. Forget about me."
So I said no softly in my sad voice, but not in my heart, and now it's time for Evan to run away from you.
What a waste of time compulsive final event. You mean the heroine, not the villain?
No, you shouldn't just say you're wasting your time. I'm sorry, Mr. Evan. You, it seems like you're not immune to love enough to get so heavy at first sight, so I'm sure you can fall in love again. I'm here to support you while you engage in civilian life.