Marielle Clarac’s Engagement

It was a real coincidence that I heard that conversation.

Much of the time since Mariel and I have been engaged, we have had a smooth and full day of sailing with each other. Preparations for the marriage proceeded steadily, and the ceremony was scheduled. I was not dissatisfied with my fiancée, who admired me and turned her radiant eyes to me. Even if at times there is enthusiasm beyond understanding for its brilliance. I loved her, including everything, no matter what my special preferences and assumptions were. Sometimes I feel uncomfortable following you, but I'm not dissatisfied. No, sometimes I want to tell you to wait... but there are some things I'd like to say about how you're burning at me in paranoia more than I am in front of you...

... Well, there is a small dissatisfaction. But there was no such thing as a diminished love for her.

Mariel's also believed that she loved me. You should not only be delusional, but you should be seeing me in real life properly and giving me thoughts. That I'm not a livestock or a belly-black (I didn't say no!) I know, but I'm not discouraged. That's it. Okay, he was happy to have it, but he kept it.

- Yes, I believed it.

"I'm not dishonest with you! You can't love Alan alone!?"

No, not until I hear the words.

I was amazed by the voice I heard from the half-open door in front of the small salon that happened to want to go through. Stop on your feet and look indoors visible through the gap in the door. As several girls gathered, they found their fiancée.

"Oh no, I feel sorry for Alan! Don't you feel sorry for him!?"

Being blamed by one was Mariel, who was nothing else.

What the hell are you talking about? Speaking of Alan, that's my deputy's name. Lieutenant Alan Lisnar, I'm right here with you.

Taking my gaze, the lieutenant was shaking his head in advance.

"Shit, I don't know!? I'm nothing"

I gesture to silence the lieutenant who tries to explain before I ask.

If I looked back at the girls indoors, Mariel would almost argue.

"Why do you feel sorry for me? I don't understand that idea. Of course I love Alan. As much as that, I just like Youg."

- Now His Highness's name is out!? Severan Youg de Lagrange. Needless to say, His Royal Highness the King of our country. Why is Mariel so intimate with His Royal Highness's middle name and forsaking it? When did it become such a relationship?

This is another coincidence that His Royal Highness can walk from across the street. He noticed me sticking to the door and stopped him from doing anything.

"What are you..."

His Highness, who spoke up, was rudely silenced in the exercise of his strength. His Highness, who was bullied by me and held down his mouth, resisted for a moment, but became quiet when he noticed a voice heard from the indoors. It understands my intentions and keeps things from making noise. I gently let go of my hand from His Highness.

"What the hell is going on?"

Whispers in a whisper so that Mariel and the others don't hear you. I whispered back the same way.

"Your Highness, how long have you been socializing with Mariel?

"What?"

Rin eyebrows rose, then he came over.

"Socializing... No, I'm your fiancée, of course I have a relationship..."

"I didn't know you were allowed a middle name… Are you thinking of Mariel as your queen"

"What are you talking about!?"

His Royal Highness's voice got higher, but I heard more voices from indoors than that, and I didn't want to be noticed by this one.

"It's this way I don't understand! Well, that sounds like a grand two-share declaration. I hope you don't talk about your love for Alan in such a nasty way!

"Two strands!?"

Both His Highness and the servants who refrain behind him look at the lieutenant in surprise. Noted by all, the lieutenant shook his head once again.

"So I don't know myself!

"No, but now - another Alan? There's one Alan in our secretary's office..."

His Royal Highness faces the squire. Of course I know the person in question, but he has a wife and children in his forties.

"I don't think he and Mariel have any contact. Mariel's only known Alan should be a lieutenant."

"If you don't know - It's a common name, and it's more like Alan."

"Neither the servant of her house, nor the publisher involved, has a person named Alan. Around Mariel, when it comes to Alan, only about a lieutenant..."

"No, wait, wait, Simeon. More than that. You got a bigger problem?"

When His Royal Highness stopped me, and the girl indoors also raised her voice.

"After all, you don't seriously love Alan or Yug! You'll play! I hope you don't talk about him in such an impure way. You don't deserve that. Don't pollute Alan!

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We gaze silently. His Royal Highness was becoming an increasingly complex face.

"... do you know someone named Yug?

"In front of you"

"No, besides me."

"Your Highness, be honest with me. Really with Mariel..."

"That's why I say I don't know!

Um, and a reluctant voice broke in between us. He looked sorry for him somewhere, one of the samurai said.

"More than that... I don't think Miss Mariel's opponent will get the name of Deputy Froebel..."

"That's right! I wanted to say that! That would be a bigger problem."

Your Highness says to gain momentum. I couldn't say back.

That's right - my name doesn't appear in the conversation as much as it did earlier. If Mariel were to be the man in the relationship, it would be the first name to come out. The truth is, it's not two strands, it's three strands. And yet why is it being made like something that I don't exist?

It was a shock like getting hit in the head. There's a hole in my foot, it's going to swallow me.

Weren't we beloved fiancées to each other? It should have been a relationship to prepare for marriage and wait for spring along with it.

Am I the only one who thought so? Was Mariel, was there another man I dated? How many were rampant women who spoke of love, making them think they were plain, non-existent and constantly assimilated to the landscape? That's what...

- I don't think so.

I shook my head and rebuilt myself. What are you upset about, pity? Mariel is indeed a daughter who betrays her expectations far diagonally, very different from her appearance, but she is not a betrayer in that sense. She is straight for everything and is a human being unrelated to shade and cowardice. Even if my heart is swayed by other men, I will not hide from me and work infidelity. I'm not that kind of woman.

Something is wrong. I peeked indoors again.

Mariel and a few others are present with her friend Miss Julienne. From what I've seen, there are no high-ranking noble ladies. They have a bunch of ladies of equal character.

The court had a number of rooms open for socializing, and this was one of them. It's not uncommon to have a landscape where noble daughters interact with each other. It's just unusual for Mariel to be crossed there. Moreover, arguing and so on - I realized that they each had a book at their disposal.

No way......

"Master Rebecca, please calm down a little"

Contrary to the relative girl, Mariel said back in a calm voice. I don't have the usual energetic weather cheerfulness, but it doesn't make me feel angry or frightened. She was trying to teach her opponent quietly.

"We are not hairy enough to deny Master Rebecca's values. I think it's honorable to just take care of one person. But can you decide to be dishonest just because you favored all kinds of people? It's not betrayal or anything. I respect each way, the way we live, and I'm just praising you for being great. I'm attracted to their brilliance, I just love them with joy."

"Stop it, don't disparage him any more"

"Supposing you are demeaning is only Rebecca's personal perception. I didn't mean that."

"I can't forgive you for making up your selfishly twisted personality and not denigrating it while saying that's what Alan looks like. How far do I care to insult him to talk alongside the other men I give you!?"

Listening to an urgent argument, his shoulder was put on. His Royal Highness makes such a face. I shook my head and told him to be a little more silent.

Mariel breathed in a little trouble. Miss Julienne, next door, has a more blatant face. The other girls were puzzled by the two difficult arguments.

"... what would Master Rebecca think if someone told you the same thing? What if I'm just purely enjoying it, and others call me a fabrication, an insult, an dishonesty?

"Don't change the story. You are insulting Alan in reality. You're just pointing that out."

"I'm saying that's just Rebecca's personal opinion."

"Oh, someone who really doesn't make sense anymore! Don't listen to me even if I get serious criticism. The victim hit me, and I was told this terrible thing - so you want to do it? The victim is over here. Every time you say something selfish, it makes me feel bad. It's very damaging to have your precious being defiled. Don't you ever come here again! I don't deserve to talk to you about Alan, so don't say another word. If you have any conscience, quietly disappear from this neighborhood."

The discussion seems to be a crack. Mariel breathed deeper than she had just done and stood up. Miss Julienne also continues to rise. When they greeted the girls indoors, they walked this way.

His Royal Highness, who was peering in with him, pulls herself away. I also took a few steps back and stepped away from the door. Alan and his squire stick up against the wall, even though they don't instruct anything. Mariel and the others came out in the sight that was only odd from the sight.

"... what are you doing?

Mariel rounds her eyes when she notices the men sticking to the wall. Miss Julienne hid behind Mariel with a small scream.

"No, I'm sorry, but if there was a street, I would have done it."

"Until Your Highness..."

Under Mariel's gaze, His Highness is coughed up.

"No, because I'm what Simeon was - and what more could he have done?

From the wide open door, it looks like an indoor but looks good. I can see this one from the other side. Miss Rebecca and the other ladies were surprised.

Mariel closes the door and disconnects it from the other space.

"Nothing, it's no big deal. People who liked books got together for a book club, but there were just a few differences in interpretation."

"So much so. Is she Alan's associate?

His Royal Highness asks and the lieutenant shakes his head desperately.

"I've said it many times, I don't know"

"But wasn't it spoken much enthusiastically? You're so hot you're angry."

"If you don't know..."

Mariel, looking at the interaction between the two with her neck hanging, hit her hand oh.

"No, it's not. I'm not talking about Alan, I'm talking about Alan."

And, show me the book you have in your hand. Everyone blinked except me, who was largely guessing.

"That Alan? Hmm? What do you mean?"

"The hero of this story is also named Alan. I was talking to Rebecca about this Alan."

Everyone exhales more and more into the truth finally revealed. It was all in place and had a distracted face. The lieutenant had also dropped his shoulder.

"You're talking about a novel! You were taking that so seriously!

"Oh... right, you should be so... haha..."

Don't moan. I'll soak you up later.

"I will. It's a brilliant Kingsguard knight, even Master Alan is lovely. It's just that this Alan is a hero with an endless beauty and superhuman strength, and he's a little different."

"Beauty and Superman... not about the vice president"

"Um, conditions are similar, but maybe a little different"

"Then also called Yug..."

"That's this one"

Mariel looks back and shows the book in Miss Julienne's hands. Following Her Highness's gaze, Miss Julienne hid her face in the book she had put up.

"Master Rebecca is an enthusiastic Alan. I reckon you're a little too thoughtful to accept someone else's interpretation. It seems inexcusable to deduce at the same time as other characters."

"So you said it was dishonest or treacherous?"

Everyone exhales again. It was a distracting thought for me too. Don't make a scene at all. It was an interaction that made me wonder if it was really a two-strand commotion.

His Royal Highness, finally understood and convinced, was holding his head down like a pain.

"I wanted you to understand that each person has an interpretation, and none of it is a mistake, but it doesn't work. Well, that's the only way. Because Alan is a lover to Master Rebecca today. Multiple simultaneous inferences are only betrayals to lovers, and differences of interpretation are to be denied lovers. You didn't seem to feel good about others talking about Alan in the first place either. It's called a shared refusal."

"I've never heard those words before, so-called or anything. The man in the novel, I suppose. What's ridiculous about a fictional person who doesn't exist?"

His Royal Highness says back at once. Mariel swept her cheeks away.

"That sounds terrible. Don't you understand that you let the lovely characters stumble on you and enjoy the sparkle?

"It's good to have fun, but it would be barren where I fell in love. No matter how great a person you are, you can't take a hand or get married. Always a one-way street. The stronger your thoughts, the more you will not hang up."

"Someone's married. You two live together with rings and dishes. Paranoid, though."

"Isn't it delusional!

"I also know someone who made an altar for a funeral for a dead reckoning"

"That's it with paranoia!

"They ask me a lot about how I did my anniversary and how I made up for it, and how many kids I have and what they are."

"How paranoid are you!? Amazing!?"

Apparently there are many of Mariel's kind in the world unexpectedly. The intensity of Miss Rebecca's thoughts may not have been uncommon either.

Shared refusal to interpret differently. I remember a special term again. Since I went out with Mariel, I have more and more strange knowledge. Sometimes I don't know the direction I'm headed.

Well, that might have been the pleasure of life. She shows me the world I didn't know. Many times I want to hold my head, I can't help but hold onto it, and it's unusual, but my world expands to the point of knowing. Maybe that's not a bad thing.

"By the way, what is' Alan 'to you?

When we met only the two of us later, I asked what I was concerned about. Enough to conflict opinions with others, I guess Mariel is also thoughtful of "Alan". It wasn't funny, knowing he was a fictional person.

"Huh? I'm a hero. Very nice."

Mariel's answer was clear. Answer instantly without any worries.

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"Alan and Youg are just as cool and just as adorable. When I said that, Rebecca made me angry that I was dishonest, but that I had a different point of view in the first place... Rebecca adores the love between you and Alan, but I adore the love between Alan and the heroine. No dishonesty or anything, I'm not Alan's counterpart. You're in a completely different position."

I feel weakened again by Mariel laughing without giving in. But I didn't feel bad this time. I think I'm a total idiot to be relieved by this, but I'm fortunate I didn't have to be jealous of the man in the novel.

"You're a heroine... speaking of romance novels, so you should be there."

"Yeah, I'm here. Very nice heroine."

Mariel leans over with a giggling grin. Sitting close enough to each other, it gets sweet. He noticed that he was jealous, that the rustle was bad, but that more comfortable feeling of well-being pushed him to make him feel like he didn't care. This is how she always swings at me. That's why I enjoy it, too.

"I adore all the characters in all the stories, but my best guess is Simeon."

The world is still glowing rosy today, as I am stunned by myself delighted with one such word.