I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

After Lyla fell down the stairs for a while, the school was thought to hold on to that topic, but a little over a week later, it's not likely to show off.

Because Thanksgiving preparations have begun.

The Royal School is the venue where Thanksgiving takes place, and it has been decided that it will be a venue especially for the nobility.

Students who attend Thanksgiving every five years while attending school may participate in this preparation.

It's not going to be as student-centric an event as a cultural festival in a previous life, but theatre, concerts, exhibitions and other particularly artistic clubs are in the mood. There is also the option of not attending at all, but there will be no hand in missing a major event: the preparation of the quinquennial Thanksgiving, which has come to a determined routine.

I am supposed to help with the exhibition as a full member of the Back Student Association. Apparently she's blown out since that day. Katerina is in the play as a theatre club helper, and she's been busy pulling Ionias in. Seems fun and above all.

So the rumor that I had slammed down Lyla disappeared into Thanksgiving generosity.

Another ripple was spreading instead.

"That was my eight-year-old winter day. She was in the courtyard, whitened on one side by the snow that had fallen the night before. Am I right in early mornings, dawn, etc. when I'm still asleep except for us... The mansion was very quiet, as if the snow had sucked all the noise out of it.

She stood in a thin dress with multiple layers of white lace, as if it had nothing to do with the cold morning air like cutting herself. The silver embroidery of the dress sparkled in the morning sun, and I thought the snow essence had appeared.

When I think back to the days I spent with her, it's all about the moments I regret dying to see why I didn't sketch. I can't help it, though. The moment she noticed me and looked back was so unlikely to be truly of the world. How beautiful it is to have repeated the morning and night a million times.

She had lustrous dark hair like an obsidian, but the only thing in the white world was its dark hair as vivid as spilled ink... If the sun rises, you will disappear. And I asked him, and he said, "I don't like that anymore," and he said, "Are you an idiot, or something with a snow sperm, or something?" Oh, even if I remember now, I'm going to tremble at the happiness of the moment when that beautiful man only looked at me!

"What is this man talking about..."

"Don't look, Lizzie."

I feel kind of chilly watching Lucas tremble because of being alone. Wow. Does just seeing a pervert lower your body temperature?

"It's terrible, because you say you want to know about her, and you're showing her important memories."

"What I want to know is her identity, not her teacher's memories. I mean! Why are you sitting at our table!

Because of this, Bern and I were having an elegant lunch between us, and this mazo suspicious teacher took the liberty of bringing a chair for three.

He said he was about to be pushed by the school side guard at Thanksgiving for everything, and he fled the staff cafeteria.

And so it turned out at the worst possible time that I was asking Bern about Lucas' first love girlfriend, and he was about to hear that little memorable story earlier.

He seems to intend to treat Bern and others as something that no longer has Lucas, separating dishes similar to rolled cabbage from leafy vegetables that were wrapped in meat and meat. Even though it tastes good because we eat together...

"Well, the time you can be a student is really a short time flying away like an arrow from me. All the students, however close they get, leave me behind. I'm not staying here. And you will soon. [M] So I don't think you're gonna hit a bee if you just leave it to me a little longer."

"Are you kidding me!?

Lucas looks at me with the same sincere, invisible smile that screams with respect.

It feels very unpleasant to say something that feels good and would be forgiven.

"What big voice are you talking about?"

Darius was there when he looked back at the behind-the-scenes voice that only sounded familiar thrown at him suddenly.

"Wow, I'm out"

"You're rude when you see people's faces."

I don't want Darius talking rude or anything about manners.

As he circled his head wondering how to say it back, Darius forced his tray onto a narrow table and brought him an extra chair nearby.

Originally made for both of us, the small table hisses in a tray for four.

"Just fine. Let me sit down, too. I was having trouble finding a seat."

"Hey, hey"

It quickly became a four-man seat.

Wait a minute...

"Surrounded by three musketeers who don't listen to people... Done..."

"Jushi...?

"Never mind because it's one word..."

Damn, there are no three musketeers in this world? That's not true, right? If it were something close, what would it be? Like the three wise men in the bedtime story? Three wise men who don't listen to people... No, I'm going to be a wise man.

Yeah, but that's enough because Bern's palms sound cute. Yeah.

"So, I'm talking about Johann Drexler, who was asking me to."

Once Darius cut the fire so, the table was wrapped in serious air.

In fact, Johan is involved in something called ripples that are spreading throughout the school.

"The day after Carnail testified that he was pushed down the stairs, Drexler apparently filed a suspension. The reason is a strain on the circumstances of the house. He said his closest friend hasn't heard anything either. Even so, Drexler at heart hasn't come home."

"Heh. Werner, you're surprisingly informative."

Oh, Lucas, you're in a conversation with an amazing natural, okay? I'm impressed with something, huh.

"You can think of something going on."

Oh, Bern's in villain mode.

I was making a scene in my mind until just now, but I'm starting to feel like I'm in the wrong place.

"And..."

Bern flew his gaze so far away that when everyone on the spot saw you, there was a sight of His Highness and Lyla going upstairs.

Lyla is hanging her twisted right arm, and Her Highness has her share of the tray. And Lyla used to feel like taking two steps back and following only modestly, but she was not exactly leaning on the side. It's as if he's also my fiancée.

That's not the only change.

"Well..."

"Stick around so much"

"Though Master Caterina said she would accept the divestiture of her engagement, it's so grand. It's insane."

"I've been wondering about this for a long time."

"Actually, me too..."

"What do you mean? As soon as Drexler was gone, the wind felt stronger to Lyla"

Darius snaps in confusion.

"No, you're scared of girls"

Lucas told him to tear up whether he had already lost interest or not, and he ripped the bread off lavishly. Surprisingly, the breadcrumbs appear to be on a few scales around the plate so that they are not scattered.

They're not the only ones who are frowning at Lyla. It was as if dissatisfaction with Lyla had erupted all at once, which had been suppressed by something, and was beginning to whisper there.

I wonder what the hell happened to Lyla.

She said she had stood around better so far, but she hasn't been able to control her surroundings since that incident.

Does it have anything to do with Johann being gone?

I heard a faint laugh from upstairs from Lila that seemed so delightful.

Anyway, I felt like that wasn't a laugh from the bottom of my heart.

The day's class was over again, and Bern was waiting in the hallway as he made his way home and left the classroom.

How can you come to a classroom of the year so early, when the time for the third grade to finish the class shouldn't be much different? Is it telling me even in the window? That's stupid.

"Let's stay together till dinner today"

"Are you okay?

In addition to what happened to Lyla recently, if I can't just leave the Duke's work to people, I turn my eyes around to Bern's words, who seemed busy.

"It will be about the day after tomorrow or so before Johan's whereabouts are reported from those outside the school, and then we'll be busy again. I've got a paragraph on territory."

"Oh well."

Will I get busy again?

I wish I could help, too, but Bern probably won't like it.

I wouldn't be able to dislike him for something bad, for example threatening someone, or even if he was in tune with a so-called back-running person, or unjustly tormenting someone. So I don't even care now, but Bern himself doesn't seem to want me anywhere near that.

I don't know if that's because you want to show me around or because you don't want me to hate you again.

Did I just say rest for a while today?

"Then I'll take you somewhere to keep it!

Bern laughed pleasantly for a long time trying to take my hand off the tension and ask for guidance.

Things have been twisting and tripling lately and I haven't had enough information. I was just flirting, but I seemed a little relieved by Bern's unchanging habit of wanting to hold hands.

The place to keep it was a meadow that appeared when I crossed a little bush behind the third school building, which I found with Darius. A little further west, wild strawberries are crowded.

It was just the right time, so light peach or purple little flowers blooming on one side, a little Merchant.

You didn't expect such a space on the back of the school, Bern slightly opens his eyes the moment he leaves the bush.

A meadow a little higher than a candle is windy and waves like the sea. Inhaling his breath all over his chest, he smelled summer mixed with the smell of burnt earth and the blue smell of grass.

"Kind of like the meadow we used to run away from, right?

By the way, I have a feeling what Darius and I found seemed like a pain in the ass, so I decided to stay down.

Bern narrows his eyes as he nostalgically misses the word faraway.

The sun is just hot, so I decided to sit in line in the shade.

They laughed at me when I had just the right indentation at the root of the tree and I was so comfortable sitting and impressed. No, he said this fit is awesome.

Bern is relaxed and stuck with mushrooms growing from the roots of the trees. It's a great color, but is it okay to stick around? I'm worried...

But good.

I was a little worried because Bern really seemed busy these days and wasn't really blurry either.

A strong wind blows and your hair hides your sight. I glanced reflexively at him and when I opened him again, there was Bern's face much closer than earlier.

You look as beautiful as a doll when you keep your mouth shut as ever.

He enthusiastically fixed my messed up hair without getting his own done. Bern's face came closer satisfied with getting his hair back in order when it was done but left, come on, this is no way...! It was also vain that I stood up, and Bern's well-shaped round head rested on my right shoulder.

I'm ashamed of myself for thinking I'd even be kissed for a moment. I...

Bern pushes his head around, without worrying about me or anything like me, who is in love with shame and voidness.

It hurt a little, but I decided to let you like it.

"... a little tired"

"You can sleep. 'Cause I'll wake you up."

"Absolutely. Lizzie's gonna sleep with me, so I'm gonna stop."

"That's not true."

Ha-ha-ha. The laughing exhale tickles.

It's kind of like being hooked up to a big animal, I'll try to get my collar and feet done. You'd love to have a horse or something around here.

I had a lot to ask about Johann I was talking about during lunch break and whether Lucas was on my side, but for Bern it would be a long break, so let's forget about it now.

How can there be so little I can do?

I feel inhibited even when I try to know that. Maybe that's Bern.

That's why I don't think we should stay like this.

What you don't know because it's hard to know is you're lazy and you're running away.

Uh, but I'm kind of asking right now...

Yeah. Let's hear it tomorrow. Let's do that. This is not an escape. I am a caring woman.

"Lizzie."

Bern turns his face to the side, and he looks up.

Even though his face was so close, he felt strange and calm as he stared into his shining grey eyes on a leaking day.

Bern opened and closed his mouth two or three times and seemed to be saying something.

Waiting quietly for it, the bush sounded retreating and shaking, and when I looked at you, I had her holding my fist and twisting me.