Marielle Clarac’s Engagement

Three years after I went out into the social world at fifteen, the fringe finally came to me, too.

Ladies and gentlemen of my age, the purpose of my sons going out into the social world is mostly to marry each other. So I was a rare person who had no connection to such a story at all for three years.

As you can see from that, it's not the person you found on your own. It's a story your father used every twat and cone to earn. If you don't, I won't deny your word that this kid will be single for the rest of his life. Because I thought so myself.

We're not bad without a special feather shake, clean households around the middle. Your father and brother work in the castle as officials. Looks like you're both making it out. He is well regarded by the world and all around him.

The person that such a father had found was such a waste of privilege to me.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Mariel. My name is Simeon Frober."

On the day of the face-to-face meeting, to those who greeted me with their rituals, I was just plain awkward.

Dear Simeon Frober, Deputy Commander of the Kingsguard Knights. There will be no one in court society who doesn't know that name and who you are. Originally, he is the man of the Frober family, whose stature continues to be founded, as well as his excellence as a knight, who will be noted in all respects. Could your age have been twenty-seven this year? Adult calm was nice, not for kids my age.

While I returned my greetings, I had not yet recovered from my retreat.

Father...... you really brought Master Simeon. I thought it was a joke. 'Cause you don't think there's gonna be this amazing thing out there in my marriage. I wonder what kind of hand you used to catch it. Definitely the greatest big Venus of your father's life, right?

Engagement with him was flattered and jealous by the ladies around him. The sarcasm and disgust were also heard in the mountains. Naturally, although I do well there, I myself am plain and inconspicuous. Always a flower on the wall. It's rarer for someone to honestly bless an overly disproportionate edge. I could understand why I chose such a daughter, and how I felt inferior and pathetic and derisive when I lined up.

What I think is the best. I don't know what kind of negotiations your father had, but Simeon used to get on with this kind of fringe. I'm very concerned about what the decision-maker was, even though there would have been as many better people. I wonder if I'll ever get a chance to ask.

Of course I never butted in because it was too much of an unworthy fringe. I cordially welcome this good fortune.

Because it's Master Simeon! That Simeon Frober lady! Because he is Simeon, the most vicious brains of the Kingsguard Knights, the smiling blades, the poisonous flowers that bewitch and lure their prey, and the reputation for finishing them with sharp thorns!

... Oh my God, am I going to praise you properly? You call yourself a beautiful, brainless man, don't you?

Master Simeon is very soft and graceful. Wordshipping is always good and keeps smiling. I can't help but mention the stories of all the idiots who judged by the appearance of the gentle and gentle.

Assistant to the Captain of the Gang, Vice President of Soo. Intelligence good at plotting. King's Road! King's Road! Fine...! This, belly black smell just can't wait to be full of crooks! In the middle of my adorable bump!

Thanks, Father! Mariel is happy to be able to observe such a big favorite by her side for the rest of her life!

"Sorry to keep you waiting"

Simeon, who had been heard from acquaintances everywhere and had been holding on for a long time, finally cut up and returned to me. Left by my fiancée during the night club, I was exposed to the audible pussies of the ladies until just now. Even though it has not been uncommon to go home unnoticed by existence before, no matter where you go, you are the object of attention. Instead, the young lady was teased by a fine uncle. I'm sure he's the one who wanted to sell his own daughter in.

"No, don't worry. Master Simeon has a lot to do with you, so you can relax and have fun like me. Are you sure you want to say hello already?

Gratefully receive a glass of drinks that you have picked up on your way here. I drank three glasses while I was waiting, so it's time for my stomach to tap. You should have refrained for a moment.

"Yeah, because I've done what I need. I'm just tired of being spoken to under the pretext of an engagement."

"Hehe, popularity is tough"

"You, too, right? Seems like he's been talking to a lot of people."

Lady Simeon bowed down next to me, looking a little mischievously at the gentle smile. Oh, you noticed. Were you watching this one at once?

So there's no blind spot! That's just great, Deputy!

I'm sure all the Knights are checked by Simeon's insignificant and sharp gaze every day. Come on. You won't lose your mind. How nice.

"In my case, it's almost Simeon's fault. Everyone seems very interested."

Lady Simeon smiles back gently at me laughing. If you look from the side, your fiancées will be friendly and bickering at each other. A woman is more like a plain eyeglass daughter who doesn't match, so many people would be dissatisfied.

It's not like you can't act with your glasses off, is it? It's just a little inconvenient that I don't know who the person away from me is anymore. I take more fruit than I look. If you can't observe humans, there's no point in being in a nightclub.

"The same goes for this one. I had some anticipation, but engagement is so interesting."

"Because it's Master Simeon. I think you've always been interested in knowing what kind of person you're going to choose."

"It's hard to be so curious about a private story, to be honest."

Exhaled in a frayed state, and Master Simeon fixed his glasses.

Yeah, actually, Master Simeon is also a glasses guy. But unlike me, it makes him look more and more nice instead of damaging his charm at all. The moment the eyes in the back of the glasses are fluffy and narrowed, it makes me want to unwittingly ha-ha, although I'm smiling, I can't help but feel cold. Eyeglasses that are so haunting that they make people pervert! It's perfect already! No one has embodied my ideals more! Could you hold a whip on the prop for a second! Yeah, but if you see him like that, he's gonna have a nosebleed!

"... Mariel?

Were you going to smile a little, but did your inner scream leak out? Lord Simeon glanced at me lightly. Oh, my God, did you feel sick? Don't turn to the silent question with such a powerful smile. Doesn't it get more and more ha-ha?

"This is also about rapprochement"

I was staring at each other hiding the tension and excitement, and suddenly I was called from the side. To a young, tense beauty, we turn our posture back to face. Seeing him walk this way, Master Simeon just stood up. Lag and I rise up in haste, too.

"You're like lovers you've always thought of each other. I'm just surprised Simeon's going to be like that."

I was deeply uncle to anyone who said and laughed in teasing condition. Master Simeon was smiling bitterly.

"Your Highness, do not let it cool down to you. I've already been told today."

"It's the duty of the happy. You take it spoilt from a solo."

"How dare you. Then it would be nice if His Highness could just decide who to deal with. Say no to complaining, and don't let your majesty get in trouble."

"In my case, it's not easy to choose just by preference. I'm so proud of you for being free."

This is Sevran, Prince of Kings, who talks to Simeon intimately. Your age is twenty-seven, the same as Simeon's. The two of you seem to fit in the same year, and they've been dating each other for a long time. Of course it would be because Master Simeon is so trusted, but I felt that only friendship existed that was not all.

This is one of the big reasons why I get hit, isn't it? There is no doubt about a future course of heavy ministers who are trusted and close to each other by the next king. The country's best birth stock. Then anyone will go for it.

Really, Father, how did you secure such a person? I guess you haven't grabbed anything and threatened me. Simeon, if you imitate him like that, he'll crush every house.

I don't think so, but we'll see about that later. I don't want to go through any adorable situations on my own.

As soon as I entered the venue, I would like to greet His Highness Severan, so there is no need for me to speak on this occasion. I had not spoken, but had listened to the conversation between the two of you. We need to keep the air out of the way. Take a few short steps and take a distance.

If I were you, I wouldn't even be near His Highness. Don't get me wrong and look around. This is only because Master Simeon is here.

Besides, I didn't feel like doing such a ridiculous imitation of you two interrupting a conversation.

Dark hair with black eyes, masculine and fierce His Highness Severan and pale blonde hair with watery eyes, gentle but somewhere sharp Master Simeon. With two beautiful young men lined up with contrasting charms, it's like a picturesque view. Yeah, I thought there were these illustrations in that muscle book. The protagonists of the story, right? I like romance between men and women, and I don't really read that system, but I'm not particularly bad at it. I have friends who love that system, so I intend to have an understanding. I've borrowed a few books and read them, and I'm proud to say I'm so familiar with them.

At first glance, His Royal Highness looks attacked and Master Simeon receives it, but in fact, a combination like this is the King's Way of Attacking Master Simeon. Usually when a prince like me has a gentle subordinate, he takes the place of a strong push and push... so-called lower coupling. It is the king's way of obedience.

I'm sure my friend has a nosebleed somewhere in this venue right now. Probably this close. Even for her sake, I didn't want to make a frivolous imitation of me breaking in between you two.

I just can't cum out, and I think there are a lot of ladies and wives with that kind of hobby. Everyone like that, be sure to love this rumbling sight together!

"Mariel?

Oh, what's going on? Simeon's powerful smile is pointing this way again. I wonder if you've noticed anything. That's right, the vice president is sharp, nice.

"Your fiancée is quiet. It's so quiet, I'm going to forget it exists."

To the words of His Highness Severan, I returned them only with a giggle. Yeah, that's right. That's my stunt. I use my plain, non-existent self to the fullest, not noticed by anyone, to encourage human observation and to clear my ears to people's conversations. The results achieved by this are quite significant. I work for a personal hobby and benefit, but sometimes I also pass information on to my fathers. If you help me with my work, my life will be moisturized as a result.

But lately, that's getting harder too. Since my engagement to Simeon, I've been in a position to gather my ears and eyes, so it's not like it's ever been. Maybe we should change our policies in the future. Maybe we should use this position to target the information we get.

"Excuse me... Oh, is that Lord Simeon's fiancée?"

My strange uncle approached me with a smiling voice. Well, who could it have been? Almost all the nobles in the country grasp it because they have worked on human observation when they go out to Mame for the last three years. Does the fact that I don't recognize you at all mean that you are a foreigner?

He was a fine man in his forties or so. Quite a man and tall. I'm also glad to see that there's a little white mix in my well-tended, tinted hair, which makes me feel age-appropriate tannins.

"Oh, Lord van Rail, to your captivity of curiosity?

Master Simeon greeted him with a smile. As much as this is a greeting area, they don't have to be offended either.

"No, I'm sorry. I apologize if I offended you with your downward care curiosity. It's something that gets rumored all over the place, so I was wondering what it was like. Could you introduce me?

"Oh man, up to you. Mariel, this is Lord Hubert van Rail. He's the new ambassador to Fissel."

Oh, you were the new ambassador to your neighbor. Speaking of which, I just took turns.

And I bowed unto Sir Hubert.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Mariel Clarac. It's an honor to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too. No, what a nascent, adorable fiancée. Lord Simeon is completely boneless."

"Well, such"

Ugh, laugh and deceive. That's not true, though. This is an engagement that you bargained with your father without even knowing this face? For Simeon I am nothing but a daughter of the Clarac family. If this was a stumbling beauty or someone endowed with a special talent, there would have been some romance to come from it, but not for me with plain glasses. I'm not even expecting that kind of unfolding exposure.

Don't worry, Simeon will treat me like a fiancé without any problems. I don't want anything more, and I'm not particularly interested.

What interests me now is rather you, Sir Hubert.

"Well, does your lord think so? Damn, I'm surprised this Simeon is going to be so good for women."

"You say it wasn't like that everyday?

"Oh. Even with this look, the contents are a spicy man. There were many women sending autumn waves, but they were a lot colder when they were sneering."

"It is. So Miss Mariel and I were destined to meet."

"Well, I'm sure he was God's ordained companion of fate. From what I can tell, you two look great."

"Both of you, could you keep it that way? It's too much talk."

They thrive as they exchange jokes and social dictionaries. From there, the topic gradually moves to the political side, where exchanges of information and covert hiccups unfold. I had observed it quietly from a place where I had retreated a few steps by way of example.

I am air. I'm a figurine.

On the surface, quietly refrain from talking to each other, as you behave as a chaste fiancée.

Be unconscious, blend into the field, and listen to every conversation. To avoid wasting this precious opportunity, I was doing everything I could to write down the information I had learned in my brain.

Ahhh! If it's true, I'd like to make a note and ask! I wonder if I can remember everything I've heard. The names of the people I know come out flabby, and an unexpected connection turns out. Oh, this is delicious. That's the upper echelons of the country, not half the topics that come up. I guess it's not that secret because it's a conversation we have in a place like this, but it was still all the finest treasure information for me.

And it came to pass, and Sir Hubert departed, that I said no to the Simeons, and went unto their uncleanness.

First, I dissolve nature's cooking, then I take my notebook out of my handkerchief in the makeup room. Little handkerchiefs that don't let go even at the venue can have writing equipment for times like these. I ran the pen at best, and wrote it down before I forgot the story I had just heard.

You can't cut political talk to court romance, can you? Including serious episodes adds a lot more depth to the story. Elements like this are difficult to write just by imagination. By referring to each of the small pieces, it becomes a more interesting story like that.

Oh, how happy. I can't believe I'm in such a privileged position. Thank you to my father for making it. Let's be kind enough to thank you. Some of the stories just now may have been helpful to your fathers.

It took me such a long time to run the pen obsessively and write everything down. I cleaned up my notebook with my bare hands, and then finally I looked in the mirror at the front.

The mirror, surrounded by elaborate decorations, showed only the youthfulness of the mediocre daughter of the handle.

Brown hair and brown eyes. Is it because of the modest makeup and hairstyle that you look a little younger than you are old? Sitting in the middle of your face are big glasses. If I at least take this off, I can't even say it's cute.

Really, I can't help but slap you all in the pussy. More than ever, such an impeccable daughter was next to Simeon, so ridiculous as to be disproportionate. The compliments of Sir Hubert and His Highness Severan were also blatantly white enough to slip.

I wonder what Master Simeon thinks. No matter how appealing it was to negotiate with your father, it would be a disappointment to have someone to be his pivotal wife. Or maybe I didn't expect anything from you. After all, I wonder if the emphasis on conditions only requires my wife to protect the house properly with chastity.

If Simeon cares about it, he can make love all he wants. Maybe the idea is that marriage is for the house, and personal pleasure is with another person.

I miss you a little if you're serious, but there's nothing I can do. It's a natural story in an aristocratic society, and it's just your word that you'll find someone before you're behind your daughter-in-law and you'll be treated properly. Play the role you are asked to play, and then pursue your pleasures. So I can live a happy life, too. There is no particular problem.

I got my makeup done quickly, and I got up. I just put my hand on the door trying to get out, and I put my neck up.

Oh? I won't open it. The lock is not locked because it is to be worn from the inside. I could do just enough to make a few gaps, so apparently I caught a string on the knob outside and found it sticking around somewhere.

Oh, well, you worked hard and worked hard. I'm obsessed with writing notes. I didn't really realize when they did it. The killer would be some sort of courtier anyway. This is not the first time this kind of experience has happened.

Those who can only do it with their pussies are good. A lot of people harass me for exercising their strengths! Yeah, trapping is light and light. I came when they contaminated my favorite dress, but it doesn't hurt or itch like this.

I shrugged my shoulders and turned to the window. I wonder what you're planning to do. Block the door, 'cause there's a big window in the room. Besides, this is the first floor. I have no freedom of entry or exit at all.

If I opened the window and looked outside, the darkened garden would just spread properly. It's not popular where I can tell.

I wonder if there really is anyone there. I thought you were going to laugh at me for trying to get out of the window... but in this situation, you can't help but whisk to witness it.

Or can't you ladies imagine putting up the hem of your dress and going through the window? If you can't get out the door, you'll have to.

Eagle the disturbing hem and leg it on the window frame. I went down to the garden at night, being careful not to scratch or step on it.

Quickly fix the hem to check the perimeter. After all, there is no such thing as having people. Hmm? I guess I'm going to stay hidden on this occasion and say bad things later. But I'll tell you what, too, right? I was locked up, so I just stepped out the window.

I'm fine with being laughed at somewhat. I'm not what I was originally praised for. If it's so delicate that it hurts at this point, it's not an accepted engagement to Master Simeon.

To return to the hall, I walked in the garden. I wonder where I can get inside. Retract the entrance and walk along the wall of the building.

That's right. The castle is huge. I'm getting away from the hall more and more, but I can't find any entrance or exit. Should we have gone the other way? But I've walked all the way here, and I'm lost turning right.

I think one of these days I'll run into a security knight. Then I will be regarded as a suspicious man. So why don't you tell me what's going on and tell me the way in and out... hopefully, I just want to find it on my own before it does.

And I felt the signs of men, and I stopped. Hidden voices and sounds can be heard from implants spreading behind the garden. If anyone is there, is there an entrance or exit nearby? You want me to go tell you something? But what are you doing in such unpopular darkness? I thought I might encounter a very awkward scene when I stepped into the detour.

And as I hid myself in the shadow of the implant, I fell down in footsteps, and approached him with signs. I wouldn't walk away pretending I didn't notice. If someone's making a secret encounter, I'll make sure. Not to put it differently. Just to secure it as one piece of information. I won't miss the opportunity I get. Because I don't know what kind of story is going to help.

The voice that pushed him to death approaches. Both are male voices. Do you want to meet me or not? I can't resist a beautiful illustrated story, but I wonder if it's a little tough to see in real life.

Though I fled, I did not flee. Because I was also concerned that the signs felt kind of killer.

"I'm not talking about it!

Apparently, it is. Is this a lust? Did the farewell story get screwed? Moreover, there were more excited voices and sounds than there were for two. Yeah? Is it a triangle?

Sometimes, "Gaa 'a" suddenly screamed. In the shadow of things I flew up frightened. Hey, what? Develop to a blade wound sharp?

"Hurry up! The guards are coming!

"Damn, I'm not kidding!

"Don't...... hey, hey!

What am I going to do? Right next to me now, a murder is about to take place. It goes against people's path to be just bypassing this. But I don't have the power to jump in and help. If I suck, I get involved and they kill me with me.

I quickly evacuated the scene and picked up an affordable size stone from the ground as I approached the building. Eh, throw it into a window close by with all your strength.

I made a flashy noise with Gashan and the window vitreous broke. Besides, come on. Again, Gashan. A guard knight rushed to hear the noise.

"Every what!

"What are you doing there!

To the knight who came the most, I climbed.

"Wow, I was scared... Huh! I don't know, but suddenly people pop out of the dark. I escaped that way!

As he complains, he points to the implant as much as he did earlier. The men who were moping would be breathing or fleeing. I'd like to think I've turned down the murder. Please be on time.

The knights go to check the implant. I am protected and monitored while waiting by the building. Doing so, they called me by name.

"Mariel!

Master Simeon is rushing over here. Well, what a quick on-site arrival. That's right, Deputy.

"Dear Simeon!

All that salvation appeared, and I jumped on him. Do not be suspected of being suspicious here. I need people around to recognize it as an irrelevant passage.

"What the hell were you doing here? If I'd backed away because I wouldn't be able to come back."

Oh, how can I help you? I'm sorry about that.

"I'm sorry, I was locked in the makeup room and I managed to get out the window. But while I couldn't figure out the entrance and I was lost, I started making crazy noises."

"Yeah, we're making sure we're trapped. The door to the dressing room was sealed from the outside."

Oh, did you know that, too?

"What is noise?"

"I don't know...... when I suddenly heard a noise and thought someone jumped out of the dark, the window broke. I ran away in surprise."

All of a sudden, I don't know what it is. Claim so and emphasize that I am a passing through with no knowledge of the circumstances. Overall, it's not a lie. After all, I don't know what was going on.

One of the knights who was going to check it out noticed Master Simeon and came to report it. People couldn't find it, but they found a brand new blood trail. That means that those who were attacked also escaped. Good, good, the murder was prevented. Then also proved my innocence. Now if I find nothing, it will be decided that I was alone in the noise. At least you'll be blamed hard for breaking the window.

Then he asked me more questions and asked me what had happened, but it was sudden anyway, so I didn't know exactly what was going on. I let him through. Because here and now, I couldn't tell how far to go. I returned to the hall without being held for so long because I was just an unlucky lady caught up in it. A friend who was worried about me came quickly and delivered that I would not be alone, Lady Simeon turned to His Royal Highness Prince Wang for a report. I ended up being involved in the investigation as it was, so I left the venue with my friends and went home alone.

I explained to your father and brother the following day. When I told him all I could know, he handled it well afterwards. After all, what was that, was the story of an official who was cooperating in the cover-up of corruption, who was about to be sealed in the mouth at the end of a fellowship. Unfortunately, it was not a lust.

You didn't see him, but you figured out who he was with your voice. The person being attacked was your brother's colleague. He was introduced to me as my opponent once. That one refused and didn't develop to the brink. But I kept my face and voice well in my memory.

If you were attacking me, maybe that one... I have guessed about it, but I wasn't sure about this one, so the decision was left to your fathers. Because we can't just pursue a detour with unsubstantiated speculation. But my guess was not wrong. It was still the person, who was to be found guilty of corruption.

A whispering case from the whole court. But it was quite an exciting experience for me.

"I knew the castle was a treasure trove of stories! Politics and conspiracy in a relationship of wanderings! The rump is gorgeous, and in the shadows, the case is everyday, a wonderful stage! Oh, I don't want to have fun! Excellent!"

A little cheer up with a friend who has visited me in honor of his sympathy.

"Mariel, if that had happened, I wouldn't be well. If I did anything wrong, I might have been caught up in it."

"Hey, could there have been a bit of a thrilling development? But I don't want to get hurt, and I'm glad it happened."

"Of course I do. I'm not talking about the ladies being mean."

Even Julienne, who preaches with a frightened face, is actually intrigued. He wanted to hear more from me, and he told me all about the confinement that preceded him.

"That, perhaps, Aurelia and the others. Something that left the venue to chase after you. I thought maybe it was okay because it was about you."

"Yeah, it wasn't a problem at all. I wonder what you wanted to do after all? Just sealed the door and the window was opened normally."

"That's because I had no idea I was going out through the window. They would never imitate that."

"I'm sorry. Hey, that's right. Horse girl. I can't help but say I'm trapped. There's a place I can get out, so I need to get out."

"Nor did the Aurelians think they were so fat."

Julienne giggles and shrugs her shoulders. She wasn't so worried, either, because she knew I wasn't enjoying it at all, no matter how much sarcasm she harassed me.

"I'd rather thank the Aurelians. I promise you this kind of harassment, but it's just a common development and boring thing to write as it should be. It would be better to write based on a little experience. You let me interview you, so I want to thank you. Of course, to Master Simeon!

I laugh too. Do you think it would seem perverted if people knew you were actually happy with the ladies who attacked you every time since your engagement to Simeon? This is not the case with other opponents. It's because my fiancée is Master Simeon. A big thank you to both.

"Are you going to screw this up, too?

Julienne asked, turning the book at hand in pieces. It's a new issue just arrived from the publisher.

"Of course. But that's not a big case, so I'll tailor it to a bigger case. Well, how about a convoluted courtier being held hostage? That's what heroes go for. It's the romance you promised."

"If you're not a heroine, you're right. Ordinary courtiers don't come out of windows when they're trapped. What are you gonna do there?

"Hmmm...... then, even start a fire? If you're going to burn to death like this, you'll get through the window as much as you want."

As I speak, I work out the idea of a new work. I'm tired of just talking about love. Next up, let's make it a streak of cases. The love that burns in it! I will not waste the information I have purchased because of it. Of course I can't write it as it is, but I intend to include it as I arrange not to know my ex.

"By the way, does Simeon know anything about it? Have we talked about your work yet?

When Julienne asked me, I shook my head.

"No, not yet. I don't know what to do, but I'm not ready to tell you yet."

"Hey. It is generally recognized that the writer of a popular novel is not something a good housemaid should do."

My secret vocation. That's a novelist. It is your job to write romance stories, widely known to upstream to middle-class women.

I am fulfilled every day because I have a hobby that combines this tangible benefit. No matter how many plain women you can't have in real life, you can enjoy twitching love and adventure in the world of stories. Rather, the world of stories is prettier and more fun than reality. Impossible super expansion, as you wish. I can live with one adoration. So it doesn't matter at all if marriage is a political strategy for the house. Unless you're a terrible opponent, many don't want it.

If you think so, instead of terrible, the other person is that Simeon! Of all the stories, all the characters, the seemingly mild belly-black staff that I like the most! Oh, you can indulge in adoration even in reality! Many don't want it. Instead, they're too blessed!

Breaking luck never again. In order not to miss this, you should keep your writing activities as secret as possible.

Thinking about it, political marriage might also have been more convenient. If they have no interest in me, it will be easier to hide them. My husband, who goes to work, doesn't know that he was writing it in the house. If you ask your parents and publishers to cooperate, you can keep secrets to yourself. Let me try.

Julienne left behind the request to appear the man of her choice for the next one. My reader is a basic normal lover, so he can't write anything obvious, but he'll be able to smell it anyway. Let's also write a lot of teasing between beautiful young people that Julienne seems happy about. Let me handle it! Because the models are right around the corner!

If you're brunette and blonde, you'll know who your ex is, so I guess I'll blond the look of my system. But your opponent is gentle chestnut. Yeah, it's a Japanese-style atmosphere, but it's full of animals and stuff! Ugh, just fun to think about! I want to write fast!

As he wrote down his ideas on paper with adoration and adoration, the butler came to inform the visitors. He didn't make any promises, but Master Simeon's here. I checked my identity one day, and then hurried to the reception room.

"Sorry to disturb you so suddenly."

Master Simeon is beautiful today. The white Kingsguard uniform suits you like this.

"No, is that a continuation of the other day's story?

I asked him all the time, recommending the couch. The answer can only get there from his coming with his uniform and his unannounced visit. It can't be like a story because you accidentally wanted to see your fiancée's face.

"Yeah, well."

Lady Simeon sat down, smiling bitterly. Across the street I sit down, and drink the tea brought to me by the lady.

"You said then that suddenly you didn't know what was and who was there..."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. If you had realized then, you would have solved it sooner. It's just confusing on that spot. When I got home and settled down, I finally realized."

I read ahead of his words, and I apologized softly. Hiding the fact that you mentioned the feelings of those who were in the dark makes it difficult to solve the case. So your fathers had revealed that it was information from me. That way, naturally, they will be pursued as to why they did not say the important testimony on that occasion. I was prepared for this development.

The excuses provided are as follows. All of a sudden, right? We're talking about a dark night, right? By then, you've been so mean, you've been locked up, you've been so spiritual, you've been everywhere, right? Even if the frightened lady can't testify properly, right?

I'm sorry I hid it. I don't show any attitude. I'm sorry I didn't just take care of you on that occasion.

He could not pursue me any further, and Simeon shut his mouth once. Behind the attitude of just gracefully drinking tea at first glance, I'm sure you have a lot on your mind.

"I asked them about the situation, but they say they don't realize they broke the window. Do you have any idea who did this?

"... come on. What the hell is wrong with me when I say it's what those people did? Was there anyone else there besides me?"

I feel like they're saying it's kind of a prospect, but I soaked it up with a confused face. Now I should have been honest with you from the beginning, but I just have to go through more lies than I deceived you once. I'm not the one who broke the window.

'Cause I didn't know how far to go then! If the knights could find no trace of anything, it would be for me to have broken the window alone and in vain. If it's just noise, it's still not okay to damage the appliance. I didn't want to be blamed for that, so I passed the unknown.

I was glad because the blood trail was found and my story wasn't a lie, and then the murderers were prosecuted, but if I made a mistake, I almost embarrassed myself as a very troubled child. Not very much, but not a story that can be smashed from the start.

Julienne or my family would have believed me even if they couldn't find any evidence, but I can't count on Master Simeon. I don't trust him that much. You don't think you're trusted that far from him, is that correct?

"I don't know that. I'm currently investigating."

"I'm sorry I can't help you"

I turned myself down, to be ashamed of my useless self. I want to show you a good place to be useful to your fiancée, but I'm sorry I'm not a good girl at all. What if they love me all?

- Oh, my God.

My attitude wouldn't be unnatural because that's usually the occasion. Master Simeon remained silent for a while, but whether he was convinced or gave up, he just exhaled lightly and didn't cling any further.

"Well, I don't think there's any more danger to you, but be careful for a while. If you plan to go out to a night club or something, tell me too. There seems to be a lot of other problems."

To Simeon, who told a different story, I beheaded a little. Other issues?

"Hi, I found it's not a good idea to leave you alone in that kind of place. As is often the case with pussies, I thought it would be all right while you seemed fine, but you can't leave me alone because I've been so viciously imitated."

Oh, you mean harassment from the ladies. Speaking of which, did you confirm that you were locked in the makeup room?

"You said the door was sealed, right? Did someone let Master Simeon know?

"No. I went out to retrieve you and headed to the makeup room, and I discovered it."

Oh well. Did you get that far? Thank you very much for that.

"... Um, does Master Simeon despise you? I can't believe you walked out the window..."

In the meantime, I'll ask what the common courtier might care about. I don't think there's gonna be any engagement breakups about this, but you usually care, don't you?

"It's an emergency, so you won't have a choice. If it starts everyday, it's a problem."

"No way! Only then!

Yeah, I haven't lately. Until I was about thirteen or four years old, I would have been scolded later if I had done well.

"Yeah, you bet. I know you're very quiet."

That said Master Simeon smiled gently. Is it because of the annoyance that you feel that silent pursuit is being pursued while you seem to snub me? I'm sure it's your fault. Simeon knows very little about me personally. You must think she's a plain and quiet woman as she looks.

It was an inevitable act, but I am ashamed to have imitated it as an aristocratic daughter. You'll be satisfied with that attitude.

Lady Simeon did not stay long because she fell out during work. I took my seat apologizing for the haste and said as I remembered on my way home.

"Yes, do you know the name Anise Vivier?

My heart bounced to the name that came out of nowhere.

Did you know that? Yeah, you know. I know more than anyone in the world.

"Yeah... you mean the writer Vivier, right? I know..."

"Have you read it, too?

"... Yes. Um, does Master Simeon hate that?

Some people are angry that my hard-headed uncle should not read vulgar pop novels. Is Simeon such a value?

"No. I've read a few of them, but they were pretty funny"

"Have you read it? Master Simeon?

It was vegan and unusual for this word. I never thought a man would read it and say it was funny. I write entirely about women. I didn't think men would read it because of haha, nor did I find it interesting to read.

"Via my cousin. If you're engaged, now you're told to learn how to be a woman."

"Oh... is that what you mean"

I see, convincing. But you read it well.

"It has often been conveyed that we men are more feminine than we think, but also pure. The human pattern was well portrayed and there were many other things to note besides romance. That author is good at writing people. You must be observing humans from day to day."

"... right"

Oh? What is it, I feel like there's a silent force on my smile again, but is it my fault?

"When I load it up, I feel strangely preoccupied from time to time. Apparently, real people and every thing they can do are the basis of the story. Vivier seems to be inspired by the people of the court."

"Well, is that rumor true then? That Vivier is an aristocratic woman..."

I don't know anything. But it's true there are rumors like that, and of course I know it. Yikes. I'm a fan.

"Maybe. Maybe in the near future, there will be a case written in the middle of a nightclub"

"Well."

Ugh, it's a joke, right? Yeah, I know, I'll laugh lightly here and flush it out.

I don't have any idea. I am just a first reader. I look forward to Dr. Vivier's next one.

I smiled and countered Simeon, smiling, cutting through the lumps to the end and dropping you off. The upset must not be shown. I'm not thinking about that, maybe they're putting in some sagging. Because I'm irrelevant. I'm just a first-reader!

I went back to my room and relaxed a little. It was a very tiring struggle not to show the gap to Master Simeon.

Dear Simeon... hey, have you noticed? Why? Where did you get it? Even though he doesn't seem to have a chance to know about my secret work.

Maybe I think too much. I don't know if I feel suspicious because I have a problem with myself.

The idea of writing made me a crying bot. I can't write like this very much. If Simeon reads it, it will surely be by me. With more to say about the incident, you will definitely notice who and who the beautiful youth coupling of the Julienne service is!

Ahem...... I was adoring you but no......

If I could get some more hands on it, would I be able to write it so I don't know? No, I would prefer to think that Simeon's words are a restraint against me.

Is it too much of a tendency to receive that you are darkly accused of writer activity…? But there's a lot of potential for that, so we can't rule it out.

Maybe I should know a little more about Simeon. Perhaps we should try to gather not only the impressions of appearance and public rumors, but also voices from inside the Knights. I need to know more about what people are like to be husbands.

I figure out how to gather information. Not suspected by Master Simeon, to continue his hobby. Don't let this fringe break, but I want to defend my inalienable line.

I may have engaged a very troublesome man.

Though I thought so, I couldn't contain the awesome adoration.

What a horrible, unafraid person. That's right, Master Simeon, it's too nice.

The source of the story for every thing you can do. Let even our crisis feed. The writer's soul is alive and well today. I'll make it into a piece someday!

My future husband, Mariel, adores you more and more. Please, don't abandon me, okay?