Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

It was finally a month until the wedding, and the visibly busy air and celebratory mood began to drift within the royal castle.

Sometimes an engagement is broken in a country called Wilhelm just before a wedding (I know now, but I think maybe Wang Hua's ritual failed), but since I've already been given Wang Hua this time, it's impossible to cancel it. Everyone was busy moving to make sure it came.

Women officials chased to prepare rooms for visitors. If you go to the kitchen, you'll see Baltic and the cooks over and over again tasting the dishes they serve in a revealing setting.

The father of the misguided Chancellor in the hallway was thinking about bumps and ceremonial steps.

Carla does a final check on the dresses and ornaments that have been happily finished, and with the ladies with me, we are bumping into each other's arguments about this, oh yes, about the makeup of the day.

Although Glenn was also engaged with the King's ink, it was decided that the formal engagement ceremony would be after our wedding, and now he was worried about the security posture on the day of the wedding.

Will seems to be full of magic about being launched flashy on wedding night, and Theon seems to be doing something.

I was wondering if Lena would play, but she seems to be being run out as a help to the ladies with her. I don't mind that because he wanted it in person... but I was alone in my spare time if you noticed.

Fried?

He comes like every day these days, busy with foreign messenger counterparts celebrating his marriage.

The announcement has been made six months ago, and the absence of weddings has already been received from various countries.

But as is customary, a messenger comes with a celebration before the wedding.

Usually they come about two weeks ago, but this time, the wedding is certain, so the messengers have been visiting Castle Fafnir one after the other since very early.

"Congratulations. His Royal Highness Prince Wang will be present from our country. This is a celebration from our country…"

An inventory is read out with wording like this. And to do that, Fried, the party to the marriage, has to deal with everything.

I offered to help if I wanted, too, but it still seemed impossible to me, who was only my fiancée in my capacity, and I was easily turned down.

I shouldn't even be in the kitchen, and Fried is busy. The fact that Fried is busy with the messenger's response naturally means his brother is busier. 'Cause Fried's usual job also hangs on his brother.

While everyone was busy, I had nothing to do by myself, and I also thought I'd at least go back to the Duke's house so I wouldn't get in the way. But that had been stopped by Cain, and I tried to suggest it to Freed for once, but he smiled and rejected it.

"Liddy won't work for me when I'm tired? I can't stand living without Liddy anymore."

I'm too stupid for myself to be a little happy when they say it like that, but I still managed to try to argue with them.

"So... but Fried seems to be busy late every day too... better get home so he doesn't get in the way..."

"There's no way that Liddy's in the way. It would be more difficult if I wasn't there, and if I went home, I would pick him up at midnight, but I would pick him up soon. Hey, I want to see Liddy's face when I get back. I can't think of trying the next day without holding Liddy to sleep."

"... liar. You're not going to sleep anyway."

Fried grinned and laughed back with a very good smile as he flaunted his lover who encouraged him to have sex while he slept.

"So here's what to say? I have to hold Liddy. I'm not feeling well. And I'm sleeping a little bit too."

"... Fried..."

Fried has softly embraced me in too blatant a language.

"Anyway, you can't go home. I won't tolerate it, because this is where Liddy's house is already. Stay in my arms."

"... Ugh"

"I love Liddy. That's why I want to be with you, is Liddy different?

I can't say it's different if they ask me that way.

In Fried's arms is where I want to be most in the world. I don't know anything else that makes me feel so thrilled, but very happy.

"Wow, I love you about Fried too. I want to be with you."

"Then," Fried said when he tried so hard to tell her.

"It's stupid to go home anymore, don't even joke about it, right? We'll stay here until the wedding... and then we'll move to the new room together?

"... yeah"

I was happily suggested, and it was really lightly rounded up. Of course, after that, they did what they always do... but you can't help it because you're happy, can you?...... yeah.

Anyway, everything feels that way, so I don't have anything to do.

If you are coming from another country to marry me, or a daughter of a lowly nobleman, you will be very busy being chased by royal education studying common sense and royal hearts in this country, but happiness or unhappiness I am finishing them all thanks to my father.

I'm really free.

I had no choice but to grate and read the book, but there are still limitations.

But if you go outside, it could annoy everyone who's busy.

In the end, there was nothing I could do, and I was still wandering around the room pointlessly today.

I try to open my desk drawer without any particular significance.

What was in there was a bunch of letters I used to get. I read every single one of them back in my spare time.

"Ah..."

One of the letters. I saw the sender's name, and, uh, I remembered.

Tell me about Millie who likes Fried.

She used to ask me if I liked Fried... and I couldn't answer that clearly. Because I didn't realize I still liked Freed. Angry at my ambiguous attitude once, she has nonetheless later said words of apology and asked me to be her friend. And I responded to that word, and Millie and I became friends.

"Shit......"

With that said, I hadn't told her I liked Freed yet.

Of course, there was nothing I could do because I realized it was the story after the incident, but if I had time, I wanted to tell her before the wedding took place.

That I love Fried properly.

I thought that was what I was supposed to do when I was first thrown a question that I couldn't answer properly.

"... yeah. I don't like being married like this and not being misunderstood by Millie, and let's just say I like Fried properly."

Millie is not Fried's ex-lover or ex-fiancé. So if you think about it normally, you don't need me to say no to her.

But I didn't want to ignore her for being seriously in love with Fried.

"Tea, meet me and tell me, will you come"

I thought about it a little bit and decided to write a letter.

Because of this, we became friends, so we decided that we wanted to have a tea party alone once.

You're not supposed to be lying, and after we talked properly, we wanted to be close friends in the real sense.

"Liddy? What are you doing?