I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

One day, I realized. I think I have a memory for both of us.

I always thought it was strange. I knew things that were not in this world, such as elevators and automobiles, or landscapes lined with tall buildings. I can't believe the world I live in is like a medieval Europe. What kind of medieval Europe is that? Sometimes it was.

There's not a single person who understands me when I talk to him about it, and he's always thought of me as a paranoid, slightly unusual kid.

And today, I remember.

About when I died before.

And finally, the memories of the two of us who were messing around in me were sorted out, separated, and I understood that I was born with the memories of my previous life. There was less confusion. Either way, it may feel strong that it's neat.

I want you to let me discount how I died. Because honestly, it's not a very pleasant thing either, and most importantly, it's something that's already happened and it's over. Though, my chest ached when I thought about what happened to my parents and friends after I died, and then about three days later I pulled.

My parents and friendly servants in this world were terribly worried about me wearing a futon and crying, and that made it hard to remind me of people in my previous life again. But at the same time, it strengthened my consciousness that I was Ligia Leitbelf, not me, a college student who died less in my previous life.

Then I wasn't able to get back on my feet right away, but my next parents love me as a nobleman. But they love me as a parent, and you can't help it if I'm dead! Let's be filial in this world at best! and I decided to live positively.

Six months after I understood such reincarnation, I received an invitation from the Royal Palace.

Oh, my God, we're gathering Prince Edwin's fiancée candidate, who turns twelve this year, and we're having a tea party to rapport with.

No - I'm a Marquis Lady for once too -! No way, His Highness chose me or something -!! What a moment I was on track, but I immediately reflected upon myself when I saw myself in the mirror.

Unfortunately my appearance had not changed dramatically, especially in terms of beauty, even though I was reincarnated.

Hazel eyes on commonplace, slightly habitual chestnut hair. Even though the face is slightly deeper in carving, is it on top of the inside with great hard work? My parents and everyone in the mansion compliment Master Lizzia on being adorable but never beautiful... Beth, I'm not sad! I'm not interested in queens or anything!

That's why I struck down the rising tension and let it slip into the ground and I headed to the Royal Palace Tea Party.

The courtyard of the royal palace, surrounded by beautifully pruned roses, had about ten warrants and three. Aside from the ladies, the warrant was probably brought in as a candidate for His Highness's boyfriend. If so, will all three of them go there as future dukes or something?

Even though the perfume the ladies wear is outdoors, it has erased the fragrance of roses.

Speaking of unmotivated me from Ha Na, I pinched the sweets at the table in the corner and watched with a smile who would be the first to greet His Royal Highness as soon as possible and restrain him in an adult-faced manner.

Only now will we all be able to play like children...

Unlike me, who was sent out by my parents with zero expectations for now to have fun and come, I guess the other courtiers are carrying the house on that little back.

Well, some of them have met His Highness and I really like His Highness and come.

One of them is Katerina from the Duke of Brunsmeyer.

Blue eyes that seem to care for straight silver hair. I'm sure I'll be a beauty in the future, but it probably feels mean.

I twist my neck as soon as I'm falling out of a fiancée fight, watching the poor kids staring at Katerina. Somehow, Katerina looked familiar. I haven't even made my social debut yet, and I'm sure I've never met...

And someone came beside me grabbing Madeleine wondering.

Could there be an unmotivated lady just like me! This is out of battle with each other, excited to turn sideways wondering if we might get along, what I saw was a man's jacket, not a pretentious dress.

One of us who was a candidate for Your Highness's friend, a laid-back boy with an impressive straight black hair.

Should I talk to you about this? No, but it's so easy for a woman who hasn't had a boyfriend in her last life to be a boy...! Think of it as a relative's child... I can't! 'Cause I'm the same age as this kid, and somehow I'm ten years old in this world.

To me the brain conference is havoc, the boy turns his gray eyes peeking from his long forehead.

Grrr!! What a beautiful girl! Thin, cool eyes feel droopy when you look closely, and your nostrils go through... that, but do you recognize anything...?

"Don't you have to go in there?

The boy points to a group of pastel-colored dresses.

No, no, no, no. I shake my head beside the boom with all the momentum as I keep my heart shut that horrible place, that there shouldn't be a woman as flat as me.

"Yes..."

Eat a shoulder watermark for the boy's short reply. You're not interested in talking to me, man.

"Oh, my name is Lizia, the daughter of the Marquis of Leetbelf,"

Introduce yourself by thanking the lady as she was taught by her tutor. Actually, I was quite nervous because this is the first time I've done anything other than inside of me.

The boy gave himself a name, too, after receiving my thanks with his temperatureless eyes.

"My name is Bernhardt Youth Brunsmeyer. Greetings."

"Yes, sir"

"My sister Katerina is the one who's threatening me over there."

"Intimidation..."

Bernhardt seems surprisingly poisonous instead of a blurry atmosphere. Sure enough, reverse your hair now, Sher! And it doesn't even look like a cat to intimidate.

No, more than that, the name Bernhardt catches on unusually. And the name Katerina...

I've seen these two names somewhere.

Where was it... The Noble Register? No, you don't. Only...... screen. That's the screen. It's on TV, too.

At that moment, a yellow scream echoed. His Royal Highness appeared. The Pastel Corps is shaking deliberately.

I become like a sarcastic toy and turn my gaze from Bernhardt to His Highness.

His Royal Highness, who receives greetings from Caterina at the central table, was just the ideal prince. Blonde, blue-eyed and gentle. The beautiful boy, who was not considered twelve years old, was exactly the childhood stills themselves, the main offensive target of the maiden game I played in my previous life.

Not long after I denied it was just a coincidence, I remembered my memory of Katerina and Bernhardt, who had been caught up all along, and I felt so bloody distracted.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

I'm sorry. I'm not okay at all. Don't worry about me. No, never mind.

Panicked but I manage to paste a smile and glance at the dreaded Bernhardt.

In fact, this blurry pretty boy is the biggest villain in the maiden game "You in Lilac" Prince Edwin Loot. By the way, his sister Katerina is a so-called villain's warrant.

Anyway, I leaned down to try to sort out the memories of the game with a flaky head that flooded out. Gras and my feet are shaking and I feel kind of bad.

Someone held my hand and stopped connecting where I was about to sit. That was Bernhardt's hand.

"Huh!"

He came back with a word of no to His Royal Highness, as his blurring earlier drew the forest of dresses to tatter like a lie. He subtly put his hand on my back, wondering if so, and took me to the break room provided for a nearby knight who wanted to give her a break because she seemed sick. Shamefully, I could only keep an eye on what was going to happen.

I can count on my back to walk slowly to my stride through the rose aisle. He was supposed to be my second year old because he was in the same third grade as His Royal Highness in the school where nobility, the stage of the game, goes from the age of fifteen.

The weather was very nice today but it was kind of chilly and only my connected hands twitched and warm.

As for the rest room, Bernhardt controls the rushing royal maid by hand.

"I don't seem to be feeling well, so I want to give it a rest. Bring me something warm."

I often say that when I see someone in a human panic, it calms me down, but I could see a samurai panicking so badly about my complexion and get back to hah.

"Dear Bernhardt, thank you. But I'm just a little sick."

"Right."

And blocks the words and sits me in a chair, and I sit beside myself.

You're definitely not, are you? Are you listening to people? Yes, I don't know what the hell you're thinking...

Or was Bernhardt such a faceless character? I remember growing up in the game, he was a so-called character with a calm smile but masterfully hiding his true intentions. Well, come on. I guess it's going to happen.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk to His Highness?

"Isn't that nice?

Eh... You're too loose...

I drank the warm herbal tea then served and talked about no other love for about an hour until my pick-up car arrived. Mainly because I'm interested in horseback riding, Bernhardt taught me about pomposity and horses, but somehow he stayed in touch with me the whole time.

Once I asked if the tea was difficult to drink, I was sent away because I was left-handed. Thanks to you, my left hand was warm.

"Thank you"

A little shock subsided when the pick-up car arrived and I conveyed my thanks, but Bernhardt is as faceless as ever. But I think the roots are probably good kids. Because of this, I never fell into the mess that this was the world of maiden games. Well, he's the one who could be the most dangerous future villain.

Bernhardt said for the first time that I was thinking about what an indiscretion, just a little bit really laughed, but smiled and went back to the tea party. Mm-hmm. I don't know.

I think quietly as I respond appropriately to my worried lord and am rocked by the carriage back home. Apparently I've done something that is common in online novels called reincarnation into the world of maiden games, but reincarnated into just a mob with no protagonist whatsoever.

Then my actions are simple.

Regardless of the game scenario as a mob as it is, you just have to enjoy watching and be filial and look for unwanted happiness. No, 'cause I have my life, don't I? I don't want any trouble, do I?

But a few days later, my resolve had to be withdrawn.

The Duke of Brunsmeyer sent a letter to my father requesting my engagement with his eldest son, Bernhardt.