The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

We made lunch together the next day, and Ekaterina and Flora were on their way to Alexei's office chatting.

From all over the hallway, a gaze flies like seeing strange things. Because I think the two are a strange combination of the three most stately Duke's Orders of this school of magic and the Baron's Orders of the least stately common people.

Not only are they both beautiful girls, so they get noticed in that regard as well. Well, one feels too compelling to be a beautiful woman already, but that's why the attention of boys can be hot.

"... are you ashamed to be only the Duke of Nova's Lady"

Such a voice came into his ear, and Ekaterina accidentally glanced at him.

Who is it now?

but soon it was gone.

"Hey."

From the window on the hallway in the next classroom, a summer sky head appeared.

(Gyah ⁉ The Prince is out - ⁉)

Unexpectedly, Ekaterina pulls a dong. So much so that I quickly lagged behind. Soon the prince equals ruin flag, they were about as aware.

"So, Your Highness... you're in a good mood"

"Miss Ekaterina Yurnova, suddenly I'm sorry. Take it easy."

Originally, I was about to raise my skirt a little and give a formal bow to bow down, but the big basket was in the way and difficult. That seems to have figured it out, Mikhail says casually. Not only the hair color, but the smile is as bright and dazzling as the summer sky.

Sweet for the word, Ekaterina just bowed her head and Flora imitated it too.

But, Prince, you just called him by his full name, didn't you?

"I'm sorry to surprise you. Me and Vladimir heard Alexei had a sister named Ekaterina. I watched you wave to Alexei at the entrance ceremony from the stage sleeve and found out you were the sister."

... Brother, are you cordial with the prince?

But if you think about it, naturally, you're close and you're two different ages, so that's when you were little, you've been called out as the prince's playmate or talker.

And Prince, don't you dare!

But who's Vladimir?

When I thought, Mikhail glanced down the hallway.

Following that gaze stands a boy student with light blue-purple hair. A little creepy, awesome looking guy who distorted the edge of his lips to a sarcastic grin.

... is going to be, high school student.

You'd be a two-year senior from a class chapter on the collar, but your shiny cheeks are cute. An atmosphere like a visual band is a no-make, so amazing is an amazing beauty shape, but I hope it doesn't hurt.

Eyes peeking from the longer forehead, grey green.

“Green-eyed Monster."

The phrase came to mind somehow. Dr. Shakespeare, I'm sorry.

In the meantime, I can tell by intuition. I said shamelessly earlier, it's him.

"Vladimir, can I help you Miss Ekaterina?

When Mikhail spoke, Vladimir just said "no," and turned his heel back and left. Do you mind? Give the prince that attitude.

I dropped that back off just a little bit and Mikhail laughed at Ekaterina once again.

"I also took the basket through yesterday, so I was curious. Where are you going?

Hmm?

"Yes... the..."

Stuck in words, not because of the weird guy I was worried about earlier, or because I accidentally decided to converse with the prince. Because Mikhail's words inspired memories of previous lives.

(This! This is the event of the game!

The route I went through many times in the maiden game. The prince is interested in and talks to the heroine about taking his own lunch.

(What, so I have to talk to the heroine, not this way! Fuckin 'weird guy just now, the way the game plays weird because of you!

At the moment I thought, Ekaterina realized it wasn't all Vladimir's fault either.

If there are two people of different statuses, Mikhail, the prince, is manners to speak to the higher statuses. Sometimes his intimacy with those two can vary under different conditions, but in this case, which is his first meeting with both, he cannot speak to Flora.

Oh, oh, my own idiot!

Even though it's to protect you from bullying, if the villain warrant sticks around, this event won't work out for you! I totally forgot!

Yeah, no, Ekaterina bracketed her belly. It's important to raise the profile of heroin here.

"My brother rents a room at the school to run the errand. There, I come to deliver lunch. … Your Highness, I'd like to introduce you."

Ekaterina quickly took Flora's arm.

"This is Baroness Flora Cherney. You are a gentle person and you are proficient in cooking. If you're worried about something warm and easy to eat for your brother's lunch, I told you how to make it."

Flora, who had carefully refrained, is unexpectedly pulled out to keep an eye on her. Big purple eyes stand out and this is cute again.

Doya, prince! This kid, come on!

It was an Ekaterina who accidentally became a Doya face.

"I've heard rumors that you're Miss Cherney. Excellent, I hear."

Mikhail smiles without a trace.

Prince, you're a good man. It's like you've been calling me to restrain the weird guy earlier. Because there can be heroines and happy endings from civilians, even though they are authentic Royal Princes, noble themselves. When you're born again in the same world, you'll see how amazing that is.

"Your Highness, if you don't mind, would you like to have one?

I'm glad to hear that.

"Dear Flora, please give it to Your Highness. Flora is better at making it."

"Oh no, Master Yurnova is very good too..."

At the same time, Flora opens her basket and gives it away.

Baked bread today. It was baked in bread dough with various pieces. It has a more moist texture than a plump bread baked in kamado.

Mikhail smiled as he smelled so delicious from the basket.

"Thank you. I'll take it."

Take one and eat it puffy.

"This is delicious. It's got cheese in it. It's a good grill."

"It fits your mouth, above all."

Flora giggles. Mikhail looked a little dazzled.

All right!

"Is that another flavor over there?

"Huh?"

Ekaterina is a little surprised as Mikhail has shifted his gaze to Ekaterina's basket. After this, I guess I would normally also eat...... but maybe this much eating is normal when I was a boy high school kid with an assortment of food. I remember some of my high school classmates doing it every day, like stopping by an okonomiyaki shop after school and going home to change dinner.

Speaking of which, should the prince, like his brother, have a level of brain-muscle training in horseback riding and swordsmanship and armor to fight? Then you deserve to be hungry.

"Add some berry jam and sweeten it."

"I want to try it"

I laugh bitterly when they say it with a sweet smile. It may be a strawberry at the same age, but hey, you only look like a puppy. It's a super beautiful puppy.

Here you go. Here you go.

"Thanks"

When I opened the basket, I just took one and ate it and looked happy. Is it a sweetheart?

"This is delicious too. I like it."

"If you like it, I'd be honored."

It was Ekaterina smiling in the mood of her sister.

"I'm sorry I stopped you"

"Thank you for your defilement. Your Highness, thank you."

Courtesy of Flora, Ekaterina walks out.

Manage, complete the event!... right?