Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

That's how I decided to tell them the story.

that he was bought for money and went into adoption and almost got him married as the letter said, but that his opponent's reputation was too bad to escape.

- That's all you can say.

'Cause there's no way I can talk about memories of previous lives or memories of games.

Rather, I dreamed of being unhappy! It seems more believable, but that's more of a memory of a previous life in me that says, "I don't like being told I'm a head wolf!" I refuse, so I hold my mouth.

So the key thing is, "Become a villain and die or kamben!" I couldn't talk about it, but just the fact that I was bought as an adopted daughter seemed to convince me why I was about to be forced into marriage.

There will be many parents and children in the world who don't have feelings, but it would have been easy to understand if I had heard that they were unfaithful to use even medication to keep them from escaping.

"But I jumped out of the house on my own, and what was I going to do?"

It was Alan who sat on the bunk in a position to face me.

He's one fifteen years older than me.

Though I saw it at church school in the noodles, I didn't know it very well.

School classes were usually gender- or age-specific, and only a very small amount of theological time was in joint classes.

There aren't many rumors of men coming in either, so I don't think I can help but find out who is there and if I'm not so interested in looking into it.

"No... there was once a road bank, and in a corner of another territory, I thought I'd live and go even with stitches..."

"Before that, you'll be caught hunting on the streets somewhere"

It was that faceless young man, Wentworth, who said "bozo".

Says he's the knight of Alan's escort.

Mr. Wentworth's words are perfectly correct, but I have other reasons why I have to run. Besides, as an adoptive daughter who was taught to handle daggers and poisons, even to some extent, it seemed that I would still be safer to escape.

... It's quite a hassle that I can't honestly talk to you about a lot of things to keep from you.

If I had distracted myself to delude myself, Alan's squire, named Reggie, said.

"Even if we got married, it would have been no different than being kidnapped and bought."

Sure, it's only the difference between being sold to a stranger or to a definite ton of demo fathers who know the rumors.

"Either way, you must just fall into the mud."

Thanks to Reggie, Mr. Wentworth also shut his mouth without pursuing it any further.

All right, all right, Reggie, thank you.

And he's a weird guy.

Even though he is a squire, he has no appearance of being grubby to Alan, the Lord, and is he the one who was to serve the nobility after some complicated origin?

Strangely enough, I've been so far on edge with them. Pursue it.

I rather don't think I should be involved.

Anyway, I couldn't remember Alan's name alone the whole time, but I almost screamed when I heard his family name.

Alan Evrard. He said he was the son of the Evrard Borderline Uncle.

I thought you looked familiar with Reggie, but that was the same with Alan.

The reason for this is not because I saw it in church school, but because it was the protagonist of the game.

... I have a younger face than the game, so I felt different, so I was late to notice.

He should have been seventeen years old at the beginning, so he would have grown taller only to Mr. Wentworth's chin, and his face would have grown much more than it is now.

The face of a boy, when he goes from middle school to high school, makes him feel more like an adult.

And Alan in the game had a more shadowy look. I mean desperate, or I'm only willing to look straight ahead, like.

Oh, and there's another reason Alan wasn't picky with his name.

The name Alan is not such a special substitute. Among the brothers of the young lady I spoke to from time to time at church school, there were about two people named Alan.

Thanks to "Uh, this guy's Mr. Alan, too. I wonder if it was fashionable at the time of birth" or so I thought appropriately.

Anyway, it's about him being a royal blood relative fighting, and although he hasn't become a villain yet, it's not comfortable being with him.

Because in due course (?) If it was going on, it would have killed me.

And even though I don't have any game-like clues, I got on for free. I knew I felt like I didn't have a place to put myself, and I encouraged myself to say goodbye again.

"Um, I didn't take the liberty of riding it for now. The inability to move will also heal in time. You will have plans, please leave me."

The day is very high because I was asleep. I guess it's almost lunch.

I offered to go first because my plans would be in the way, but somehow they wouldn't accept me.

"But you were planning on taking him out of school using even sleeping pills, weren't you? As long as I ran away for a bit, will your adoptive father give up?

Alan gives a sinister look to Reggie, who speaks disturbing words.

"Even a few people go in and out of church school. If I can't find a place where I can go with a woman's legs, they'll come in contact with us that day, too. Besides, I'm sure you know how well the medicine I used over there works. If you haven't fallen to the side of the road more than it has not expired yet, you'll look for it in the inn. You, as soon as you're here, you're gonna find us, right?

"Ugh..."

Alan is right.

If you're going to take where you put him to sleep, Count Patriciere will be picking him up by the end of yesterday. You'll soon have found out I'm not here, and it's not something that takes that long, such as looking for a town close to school.

I'll give it to you, in order to hurry up and secure me, suppose you were splitting it between those who follow Alan and those who look for the town. It's not strange that we're approaching this close already.

If you were in the inn, you'd be caught right away. I still can't move though.

Retreated.

I heard a sigh in my ear that bothered my head about what to do.

"Honestly, for the record, I don't want to have a suspicious person..."

Alan turns his gaze to you and Reggie.

"I think I'm good. And you're kind. [M] How hard would it be to pretend not to see a lamb just waiting to be hunted without moving your legs?

It's a compliment, but Alan looked up when he heard it.

"You want to say you like people. But I think you're quite a fan of it, too."

"Really?"

Reggie gave it back with a peeved look.

"'Cause it's Alan, your Evrard Border House, who's gonna have her."

"Hmm."

Alan said something. And while he does, he doesn't deny or affirm Reggie's words, and turns to me.

By then, I was just guessing, too.

Apparently Alan is willing to put some kind of hand over me.

Will you take me on a carriage to a distant town?

Staring at Alan, I guess he also found me full of expectations.

"Don't be so happy. This may not be a very welcome story for you."

"But if you don't ask, you won't know!

So please talk to me soon. When I said that, I snapped like Reggie was impressed that he was supposed to have been "drugged, but he's some kind of positive guy".

'Cause I can't stay depressed. Running first, crying later!

Alan sighed as he waited in his heart to answer yes.

"... I don't have to give you a hand in your escape. If you want, I'll hire you at my house. Even throwing it out in the right town, it would be the mountain of Sekiyama that would bring itself down. If you're not sleeping well enough, you'd better take him."

Hire? By this I mean be the person on the protagonist's side. Then I decided I was unlikely to be a villain, and I answered instantly.

"Of course it's good! Nice to meet you!"

"Listen to me till the end."

Momentum and replied, Alan made a stop.

"I know you'll be on board too because I don't have any better options right now, but if you're going to work for us, I need you to lay down your identity and your family name so I don't have trouble with Count Patriciere. Besides, if we don't have a good job available, we'll have to let civilians do their jobs. Even if I don't like it, I won't allow you to go home to your adopted child or leave the territory. We have a lot of circumstances, so if you hire us at the castle, let us not divulge information. If we break the rules, we'll go to the innkeeper."

Still get this story?

Though cautioned, it's something I don't even wish for.

If the memory of this previous life were true, the possibility of becoming an enemy role would slowly diminish if he did not leave Alan's territory.

And if you're not gonna let me out of your territory, maybe someone's watching you and coming after me, even if you're about to get kidnapped.

Above all.

Alan and the others put the woman on the carriage without permission to sleep on the sleeping table, never did anything uninhabited before. I'm sure the people of Evrar have many gentlemen.

Well, you're the protagonist of the game. It's a matter of conduct.

Besides, hiring at home would be more fruitful than getting a needle job and living in town. There is no other safe place to work under such favourable conditions.

"No problem! Make sure you get a job with the Evrard family! Oh, treating civilians means your family name is intrusive, doesn't it? Sounds annoying! Please don't call me just Chiara! Should I change my name too? I will if you need me!

Speaking of that with a full grin, Alan snapped "Are you serious..." with a stunned look like he had been drained of poison, and Wentworth turned his eyes round with no expression.

And Reggie was shaking her shoulder painfully with her belly once again.