This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

"I'm sorry I cried"

Olivier, who had been crying for a while, wiped her tears and let her body off Jared's back.

Olivier speaks to Jared, who is just a little sorry that her temperature is leaving.

"My mother, she's been after my life forever. Maybe someone in the side room made a fool of your mother for not being able to have a boy and threatened to get her to abandon her rightful wife's status."

Jared moves his body toward Olivier and heads over the bed.

"But I was still in the main mansion at the time, so it was harassing and threatening. But when your mother didn't make that sound, now I'm the target."

"- I didn't know."

"Something I didn't say. And then I got over it with my mother and Trane, though it was a lot of nasty stuff. But when I went out and they started raiding me and I felt a real sense of crisis, all of a sudden your father ordered me to live in a separate house. I thought maybe your father was after your mother."

But it was a mistake, and the Duke of Alway moved him to another house for Hannellone and Olivier.

But it was understandable that Olivier would have seemed betrayed by his father at the time.

"Since I started living in this mansion, an hired adventurer has come to raid. It was intimidating at first, but it's getting more radical. We tried to hire escorts too, but we didn't know who to trust, and we couldn't put them aside except for Trane."

Jared has no idea how hard Olivier the Duke's warrant went.

"Life without family has been tough. But your mother was solid, so she was fine and enjoyed her chores. You taught me chores too because it's bridesmaid training, and Trane is solid now, but you couldn't do anything to begin with. There are more strange and fun memories than there were."

"I'm sure you owe it to Hannellone."

"I think so, too. But while we had a good life, the raids grew more radical. Perhaps there was a dispute in the main house to decide on your father's succession. Your father said he would take the best of his brothers for lord, but such vague language should make anyone anxious. Everyone in the side chambers wanted their son to be next in line. As a stepping stone, he wanted his rightful wife's place."

So, Hannellone, you're after your life.

"Exactly. And you were in the way about me, too. I brought you matchmaking stories one after another. Sometimes I was worried about it because I could be the Lord if I wanted to, but I couldn't leave my mother. So, as I have done to you, I have said difficult things, and sometimes I have sworn my power as a duke's maid, and I have thrust them all."

I guess the result is Olivier's bad rumor.

"I can't leave you to marry me. But if you can't turn it down from here, let me tell you I don't like it from over there, and the bad rumor spreads, and you don't want to marry me anymore."

"That was tough."

"... I'll tell you because it's you, but it was fun to talk about the difficulties you couldn't afford to put them in trouble along the way, or to be arrogant and watch your father hold his head. That was a little stress relieving. There were even worse rumors going on than I thought, and then I stuck around trying to have fun."

"Was it the Duke of Alway who was in trouble..."

You must have been in trouble for your daughter's selfishness.

Still, I endured because of my burdens, wished my daughter happiness and kept searching for someone to marry. And Jared was chosen on edge.

"It's obvious if everyone says it's impossible, but I got angry and slapped in the pussy. The exception is about you. But I couldn't marry you. I was going to do my fiancée's trick because your mother was looking forward to it, but I couldn't let the danger get into our situation next door."

It wasn't for me, but for the other person, that I refused to marry and drove away even when my fiancée candidate showed up.

The way it was done wasn't much of a compliment, but it turned out to be Olivier.

"But in the end, you got involved. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Fine, get involved."

"Get involved, I'm sure it's about you who can say what. I thought earlier, but I knew you were an idiot. Hey, Jared, do I really mind getting you involved?

Her eyes were still turned to tears, and Jared nodded.

Then the stopped tears poured out again.

"Olivier?

She can leave her head with Jared without saying a word. I hurried and hugged her body.

"Hey, you sure you don't mind bothering me?

"Of course."

"Dangerous?

"Danger to the sorcerer is imminent."

"He could be dead."

"That's all right now. I'm dying again, don't worry about it."

"I knew you were an idiot"

"I'll take it as a compliment"

When Jared puts his strength into his arms embracing Olivier, he tells her his own will.

"Master Olivier - no, Olivier. I'm your fiancée. Olivier and Hannellone, I like Trane. So I want you to bother me, don't hesitate to get involved. I'm not dying. Is it something I'm going to die for? I will never die until I see that day when the Oliviers and the Duke of Alway can live together with a smile on their faces. So I'll protect you."

No reply. But instead, he heard a cry and Olivier held Jared's body hard.

As he stroked his hair to relieve his older fiancée, who cried out again, Jared made one determination to defeat Pfile, who declared he would appear again tonight.

"Good for you, Master Olivier"

Trane was sneaking up to hear Jared and Olivier talking.

Though I thought I could be a maid of honor, I kept it in mind just in case.

I also initially thought Jared was just a person seeking status. Trane was wary, knowing that his father had definitely pushed his son to the Duke of Alway. But after a little talk, that impression quickly faded.

He is not my father in one way or another, but resembles my grandfather Baron Dowm. Yes, Trane remembers what Hannellone was saying.

Baron Daum, whom the Duke of Alway trusted and who was also the master of the sword, is his subordinate ostensibly, but in fact it is not an exaggeration when it comes to consulting. I hear Hannellone has also been taken care of.

A little concerned and looking into it, when the raid on Hannellone had just begun and Olivier and herself were in trouble, it was Baron Dowm who was shady to escort me.

I never felt destined for that Baron Dowm's grandson, Jared Murphy, who, as Olivier's fiancée, told me that he would protect everyone, including himself.

Is it too much to wonder if both the Duke and the Baron wanted this to happen?

Still, Jared wanted to protect the Oliviers of his own free will, even if the Dukes had planned it.

Knowing that even the continent's best assassination organization, Vault Toyfer, was after him, he told me he would have no choice but to protect such a thing as he was dying last night.

I'm sure Jared doesn't know how much that one word saved Olivier.

Not even Trane, no, not even Hannellone has seen Olivier cry for years. Because Olivier didn't need tears to keep acting like Olivier to protect her mother from losing.

"Dear Jared, I'm really glad you're Olivier's fiancée"

Trane is therefore grateful.

She swore to give back one day to Olivier, dear to Trane who admires her like a sister, and Jared, who fights for the warm Hannellone who treats her like a mother.