I didn't think so.
Occasionally I had strange dreams.
It's my dream to be watching a substitute called TV.
I don't know if it's magic, but it's a bright reflection of all kinds of people in a box like the one with the vitreous on it. Many of the people shown expose their legs, and they're all not wearing dresses.
After I woke up, I was a little worried about whether I had such a dream because of my desire for exposure.
It's also a mystery how I imagined my brain to be a TV or some other improbable substitute in real life.
And I also dreamed of looking at people other than myself, reflected in the mirror.
I'm not even wearing a piece. Myself in the mirror, without a torso, had a black-eyed color on her straight black hair.
I'm the color of my hair like Maroon Glasse right now, and my eyes are the color of gray greenery. I have seen my face in a polished silverware seriously wondering if I had a desire to be a brunette black eye.
But I didn't get that feeling.
Instead, the way I look in the mirror, I feel nostalgic somewhere. Is it because I look like my late mother?
After I just started dreaming, I changed my mind.
It was when my father's late wife treated me cold and only three servants became strong, and I began to avoid myself.
I, Chiara Patriciere, was seven years old.
Until then, it was just my room, so I cried in the room and it was just amazing, and after I started dreaming - I guess, I got fuzzy.
First, I stopped expecting my father to help me.
Until now I cried all the time, but because my father himself was obsessed with his young posterior wife, and he was more accepted for treating me like an octopus over his eyes, along with his chilled feelings.
Though my heart has become a little lighter, something even more painful swings at me.
When my father died, I was made a servant.
She told me that I don't like buying clothes because I have a hard time being a real child. Only one piece of black clothing with no visible dirt for servants was thrown away, and the room was covered with everything.
On the other hand, his late wife buys silk clothes to his half-brother, who was born between him and his father. The servants were strong, and they did not even offer me comfort.
Still, it was painfully tolerated because I have memories of being 'family' friendly that are different now than I saw in my dreams.
Neither my late wife nor my half-brother is my own family. By thinking so, I kept myself.
But the life ends in about three months.
He was adopted into a strange nobleman's house.
The aristocrat who took me, Count Patriciere, wanted a daughter who would be a pawn to expand her influence.
Because it was needed, there was no way to skip a meal at my adopted daughter's place.
Beautiful clothes were also given to me, and some servants treated me properly as a maid.
Though there was not a single piece of love.
Still, I could have her put in a church school boarding house like a lady, and then for three years I could live like a normal lady doing my bridesmaid training schooling and other things.
I thought that was enough.
I thought I saw those strange dreams because I wanted to escape reality because they were so distant in my comfortable dormitory room.
"You had a sweet idea..."
In the dormitory of the church school, I sighed, grumbling.
In my own room in the dormitory, I saw a letter from my adoptive daughter, and was about to get upset and scream, and when I put up with it, I was sat down by a tremendous sense of despair.
The letter said that the difference between the years was to marry my uncle, who was two times higher.
Besides, he was the one who heard rumors that there were three or four mistresses or that it was hard to say romance grey in flattery.
I came to adopt my daughter once, so I have seen her, although three years ago... Your face is bovine.
I'm only fourteen, though I'm not a proud face myself. You can dream about who you're married to!?
My adoptive father, Count Patriciere, even wrote that he would pick me up because he would soon marry me.
The moment I read "Lies!" I just didn't scream out loud, "I wonder if I'm great.
Count Patriciere, who supposedly took me, said he was going to make me a royal maid of honor. So after graduation I just thought I should work at the Royal Palace... I was too ignorant.
When she wants to be raised to the queen's side, she says she will be asked to be married.
Because if you are a noble lady of the aristocratic class, you can treat them as daughters and sons of their nobility, even in the unlikely event that they become the king's favorite.
Although it is the policy of the state not to acknowledge common children, and because of this, they do not have to worry about threatening the status of queen, and there are few questions of succession to the throne.
Just in case, and to keep my parents from getting glanced at by the queen, I feel like I can't refuse to marry them for work or if my uncle's age king tells me to work and not like them anymore......
Working in the Royal Palace is too high a psychological hurdle.
Until then, being a queen's maid of honor will not make you feel more romantic, nor will the queen's reputation be as good.
Besides, the queen is a neighbor, and her neighbor has been giving her a disturbing air lately. They have repeatedly annexed the invasion to other neighbouring countries.
They say the Kingdom of Falgia is fine because the Queen is the king and sister of neighboring Louain, but many are wary.
Making it under a queen like that means I, if an invasion ever occurs, have to be on the queen's side? Aren't you going to be an enemy to the rest of the country?
It's dark ahead.
I can't see the light in the future.
I don't want to be a villain...!
The moment I thought about it, it was a dream I had had since I was little.
And even the various memories surrounding the dream floated like bubbles.
of a star called Earth, a 14-year-old self who lived in Japan.
The figure belongs to a dark-haired, dark-eyed girl I've seen many times in my dreams.
He lived in an idyllic atmospheric town somewhere, although there was an expensive building.
I took a breath remembering the game I used to play at the time, although my memory was up to the age of 14.
I liked the simulation game system.
The battle scene, like pursuing real life, was so dizzy, it was easy to see my turn, my enemy's turn, and I could act on it, it suited me.
In such a simulation game, there is talk of the protagonist fighting to regain the kingdom that was about to be taken over.
The name of this country was used, the Book of War of the Kingdom of Falgia.
The protagonist stands up to save the kingdom where the royalty was killed and invaded by his neighbour, fighting against the enemy country and the army of the queen who brought it in.
In the game there was a magician in the way of the marching protagonist.
Chiara Credias, near Poison Lady Marianne.
They tell me to go to my wife, because Viscount Creditus is the first person.
When I get married, I'll be the name of it...
Hey! I can't believe it, villain!?
and my head is panicking is my situation right now.