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

"Yes, uh"

"... ahem"

Jared was confused.

At dinner time, Olivier, sitting next to him, brings potatoes that give him a mole and hot air to the fork and to his mouth.

There is no one on this occasion to blame for the violation of manners, my fiancée's mother has a dusty smile, and the maid in charge of the chores is just watching with her thumbs up without expression.

I couldn't refuse my fiancée's favor and cheeked the potatoes.

Moments, heat spreads in your mouth.

"... su, excuse me, water please"

"Oh, was it hot? But you don't. I'll hook you up next."

"No, that's not the problem."

Olivier as usual when I greeted him in the morning, but when Jared, who had opened the mansion during the day, came home, it was weird somewhere.

First, the distance is one step closer than usual. And it's kind of worth it.

Even now, it's long enough for Olivier and her shoulders to touch each other sitting next to each other.

"Oh, brother! Water."

"Thank you, Yenny"

"Wow, I'll give you a drink! Here you go!

Geez, I got a glass pressed against my lips, so I drink water while being made my cousin.

"Mm... I'll do it, Yenny"

"I just referenced your sister. I mean, it's cheating! I want to be your brother, too!

"Okay. Then let's do it in order."

"Yes!"

- No, no, you won't!

Words could not be pronounced because they were always pressing the cup, but Jared had an inner scratch.

Whenever Yennie acts that she wants to see Olivier suddenly taken care of and do it herself rather than being confrontational, she is uncomfortable with a smiling gaze from around her.

"... you're a youth. I want to be in a contort, too."

I think of the youngest son of the Duke's family, whose successor to the assassination organization and near-old aunt, Rosa, is not here, and I say that.

- You guys are younger!

Jared knows. Instead of being nasty to younger boys, I've been making a little progress in my relationship lately with my mother's approval.

In the Duke's man and heir to the assassination organization, there may be a lot of obstacles, but the person at the time doesn't seem to care about each other at all.

Rosa, a thousand strong men on one horse, is welcome to visit, not to mention her relationship with Konrat. He seemed to have friends, especially with Tobias, the Duke's eldest son, and gradually established his position in the Duke's house.

"Look, Jared, you're growing up, so eat your meat."

"Brother, vegetables matter too!

One food after another is carried to the mouth, busy.

I turn my gaze to Pfile, who was eating silently with her soot face, trying to get help to escape this sweet and sour meal.

……

but the assassin with watery hair caught his lips small without uttering a word, he concentrated again on his meal.

- At least say something!

Always this guy is useless. Jared, with all his last lines, turned to his master,

"... you too."

I was desperate for Almeida, holding a meat-stabbed fork in my hand and waiting in turn behind the Oliviers with a very good smile.

A noisy and lively meal went on, and Jared was to be fed more food than usual by his fiancée, sister and master.

"Olivier, what is it today?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Nothing happened."

After dinner, while spending time with the two of us in the routine, asking Olivier, who was in strange shape, a voice returned as upset as it was funny.

I doubt you're really willing to hide it.

Olivier herself, did she think the same thing, sighing as she gave up,

"I knew I wasn't good at hiding things. Especially to Jared."

"Sounds like it. So, what's wrong, suddenly? Well, I don't know, I didn't hate it, but it doesn't seem like the usual Olivier."

"Today, it got me thinking a lot."

She was sitting across the street, moving next to Jared.

The fiancée, who quietly sat down next to him, laid her head on the boy's shoulder.

Veronica came to the mansion.

"Sure, were you familiar with childhood?

"Yeah, I'm also a relative. I've been playing a lot since I was a little girl, so I don't care about royalty or anything, but I'm close like a real sister."

Jared was heartily surprised. I can't help but think that my best friend's sister was more than familiar with her fiancée, which is narrow in the world.

"Is something wrong?

"I told you about us."

"Our?

"Yeah, I need to talk to you about the side room."

"Again... the king told me something similar the other day"

"Same story. Veronica came to the Mansion today to tell you that she wanted to be your sideroom."

Jared told Olivier about Princess Veronica, although she told him her story with the king.

He didn't know what to do with his fiancée, though he knew the king didn't say it with a play.

While I was lost like that, Veronica herself talked to Olivier. If you act just too fast, you're in a hurry.

"To be honest, I think it's a good thing you welcome the side room."

"Olivier?

"But I like this family right now. Starting with me and my mother, the three Trainees, you joined me and Yenny came. I like this mansion, where Pfile and Rosa are supposed to live together until your master and the princess of the Dragon King's kingdom."

"Me, too."

Olivier and his family who couldn't refuse to make a pageant. Human beings in assassination groups who exchanged lives. If I noticed with my master, sister and dragon girl, I would have become a family.

For Jared, who lost his mother at an early age and was also alienated from his father, it's a family he was finally able to get.

"Maybe it would be nice to have more family. Plus, if you welcome the side room, it will be for Jared's future. But I... seem to have a stronger appetite for exclusivity than I thought."

"Olivier."

"Veronica, you and Lily could be your sidekick one day. They're more acceptable because they're sisters than strangers. Like Yenny."

But Olivier let go of her body from Jared and smiled mischievously.

"I want to keep you to myself. It's my first love, so I want to make more memories with Jared."

"I feel the same way."

"Thanks. Glad to hear it. But, Jared, promise me one thing. One day, when you have to pick up the side room, make your decision first, not mine."

"I am."

"Don't answer now. Think about it then. I have to grow up, too. If I were to be your wife, I wouldn't just be selfish, I'd do something for my husband. Otherwise, what would make my wife unnameable"

Olivier talked to Veronica and decided to take her relationship with her stalled fiancé a step further.

I don't just want them to take care of me, I want to take care of Jared myself. I want you to think about his future.

Because by the time I was already engaged to myself, Jared's future had narrowed and to some extent decided.

"Olivier, you don't have to worry about that. Olivier is Olivier. Stay where you are."

"Jared?

"Let me be honest, I don't care what they say about side rooms. I'm not sure how much I've officially decided to become a court magician."

"It's..."

Connections between nobles, back shields for Jared, who becomes an emerging nobleman, and what it takes to welcome supporters. And I stopped trying to explain.

He is noble, too. You know that. I found out that Jared's saying he wasn't sure about the emotional side.

"Well, I have Yenny at the moment, but I don't really feel like a side room, and I just think as much as my sister lives with me. I like it now, including about Yenny. Olivier is here, Hannellone, Trane. And there's Yennie, Pfile, Rosa, Almeida, and Cherry Blossom, which I like now."

Olivier wanted to cry. I couldn't wait to be glad that my fiancée had the same idea as myself.

"And, uh, I'm a little embarrassed to say..."

"What. Say it right."

"Yes. Um, well, for me, my first love is Olivier. If you noticed, you were the most important. So, you know, I can't afford to think about someone else right now, and I just want to think about Olivier, that..."

Olivier hugged Jared.

His words are more than anything I want and more than anything I'm happy with.

I knew his affection. I also knew how much he cared about himself. Still, Jared's words telling me that he was only thinking about himself now that he thought he was not doing anything for his fiancée were so delightful that tears could spill.

That day, Olivier cried in her fiancée's chest like a child.