I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

"Ugh..."

When I tried to exhale my feelings of spitting, I had a strange voice.

"Hey, don't make a disgusting sound"

"Darius, you just have to be bald."

Ignored.

I'd usually hit him in the head, but maybe not doing so is caring for me, who's not well enough for him.

The work of listing exhibits, which is assigned as work at Thanksgiving for art appreciation clubs, was not quite progressing. If there was nothing troubling about it, I would have said it like Darius and the fool to find a title that would tickle the chef's two hearts of the work that will be on sale.

It's a fantasy karma. What kind of painting is that? I'm curious, but I probably won't bother looking for you the same day.

Even today, in the back student council chamber, chess is wrapped up in moderate tension and liveliness by the work asked of Bern and by members discussing the authenticity of the students' force charts and obscure rumors.

Darius is also totally familiar with the back student council and sometimes beats the upper classmates in chess. But they can't beat Helena, and she's calling me boy. It feels good.

Ionias remains attached to Katerina's theatre, while doing important work from Bern.

Some girls say they feel sorry for Katerina for her selfishness. Ionias has a reasonably tidy face, Gatai is good, and most importantly, he's so popular because he takes care of him.

Nevertheless, he likes to be swept up by Caterina, so I guess an extra favor is the one.

What was the act... Was it the queen of night and morning?

To explain it perfectly, the queen of the night and the morning did this around the exotic prince, and the prince ended up not choosing either. I don't know if you're going to choose either - but the prince has left his lover in his country, so it's a role to beat temptation and pierce love.

Maybe it's closer to opera than theatre. There are no more emotional expressions by songs than operas, and dance is not as central as musicals.

Katerina is the queen of the night with passion, and Ionias says she will play the role of lion of that squire.

It is a good memory that I laughed too much.

Put your cheek on the desk and look out the window blindly.

From the window of the meeting room in the corner of the second floor, there was a little peek at the head of the tree planted in front of the school building, and the bright blue sky was a backdrop for a refreshing shake.

I thought it was like Afro, and I felt lonely that I didn't have a friend who would understand Afro and laugh at me.

I don't know, I've often thought about my previous life since I had a fight with Lyla.

Well, that's yesterday.

Is it like homesickness?

Because I was born in this world and realized it was one time, or second homesickness?

I don't think I want to go home.

Relationships are annoying and fun both over and over here, and studying is a bit of a pain in the ass as always.

I don't find it hard to breathe about nobility, but I don't think it's that bad if you think that nobody tells you properly over there, but you don't know, embarrassing common sense, that the one who educates and educates you is properly articulated, and that you can teach him well in a small place.

Ah, but I sometimes wonder about marriage and the political system.

Although this country has never felt strong male inferiority because it also allows women to inherit the title, and not many women work as bureaucrats, nevertheless marriage is not free and women are still the property of the house in such situations.

I've never been in love in my previous life, so I felt like I didn't have to be such a terrible person when it comes to marriage, but I don't even mean to say it's terrible that I can't marry someone I like, but I think it's a tough story. Even I'd be in trouble if they told me to marry someone other than Bern.

The king is also at peace if the king is a decent man, but it doesn't make me nervous to look at the next king, His Highness Edwin. I'm not a bad person...

I've tried to be serious, like, but to be honest, I just want you to say I want ice cream and I know ~.

You can have a conversation without any contents. I want air conditioning. I know. Eye color pink is just a mystery. I guess. Like this.

I think it's a luxury problem.

But every time I remember a non-meshing conversation with Lyla yesterday, I wonder if there was a better way to say it or something.

I was getting too emotional yesterday, and I didn't cry like that and I was the victim, but I kind of hated myself.

Or I feel like something is definitely happening to Lyla.

I was generally out of my mind about what I was saying, but there were a few things that bothered me if I remembered carefully. Yeah, well, I was 90% crazy.

She was definitely obsessed with Aloise, Johann, His Highness and the three men, but for once her fate seemed to have narrowed to Her Highness, and Bern and I didn't seem obsessed except for having lunch together at one time.

Mostly nothing reverse harend in this game.

If you think about the complex scenario of a branch even if you're trying to aim, you're going to be broke.

I don't think Lila is stupid.

If they ask me if that's not your wish, though I can't deny it.

I need to know more about her.

No, I feel like I have a lot more to know than that.

But I don't even want to know.

I don't like anyone or someone hates me. I don't want to hate someone or hurt someone knowing something extra. Not about Lyla, not about Aloys.

"Darius."

"Ah?"

"Am I indecisive?"

"What did you just notice?"

I knew it was. Listen to yourself. That one, but it's a little depressing.

What the heck - weren't you supposed to be nice to me today?

No, nothing. Darius isn't well today, okay. I didn't mean to be nice.

"Lizzie, you can't choose, you can't choose. Some people would say you're kind or fair. From what I can tell, you seem cowardly."

I don't have a choice, I don't have a choice.

I knew that Bern had already decided to become a second princess when Darius forced me to make Bern a second princess. That's why I could tell him on the spot and tell him he didn't have to do this.

Maybe I didn't do it because I wanted to be on an equal footing with Darius. Anyway, at that time I thought it was right not to choose Jesus or No. So I introduced Darius to Bern as a friend and entrusted the rest to him himself. Only, he told me to win and show it to myself.

Yes. Yes, it is. I'm a coward.

Darius told me, I kind of came tight.

Darius suddenly gasped his own head when I was silent, and he groaned, uh, not sure if it was.

The blue-haired silver hair seems to have a little crunch in it and is fluffy and shaky because of the mess.

"Don't let yourself get depressed."

Hi. Apparently he thought I was depressed and silent. Though I'm not wrong.

"No, something's neat. Thanks."

Darius looked like he ate a hell of a lot of bad food, even though he honestly expressed his gratitude. What the hell is that weird face?

"... well, some guys wish you hadn't changed. Don't worry too much. I've done a lot of cowardice."

Darius resumed making the list after one seemed bad.

Do you still care that you got along with me to solicit Bern? Though I thought you were an idiot.

I was feeling kind of just a little happy.

"Uh, I want ice cream!

"That's it again. More or less, what's an ashame?

"... cold, sweet, smooth shaved ice? No, you're not. I can't explain it well, but it must be delicious."

"Hmm. Well, if you find him, feed him to me, too."

Darius is a good one.

If I hadn't met Bern, I might have liked him.

Oh, but Darius and I became friends in Bern, so somehow my world seems to be turning around in the center of Bern.

Thanks to him my world is so much fun, annoying, and far from peaceful.

"Your roommate, Mr. Ohm, seems to have caught a cold, so she's staying in the infirmary for a couple of days because she shouldn't lie."

"Really?"

When I went back to the dorm, my dorm mother's grandmother stopped me.

Right, Clarissa. Did you catch a cold? If you ask me that, I probably didn't look well this morning. Though I wasn't well either, you should have been more concerned.

"I'd like to go see you..."

"It's too late today, so I hope you'll see me tomorrow."

"Right. Thank you."

She compartmentalizes the girls' dorm where the lady gathers, a woman who was the Crown Princess's cousin and former chief of the royal palace. Without that much identity and strength, there would have been students out there who wouldn't ask about it and the girls' dormitory would have been a lawless zone.

But, well, Clarissa, aren't you here today?

When I finished bathing and dived into bed, I didn't like the room feeling large.

I talked to Darius and I felt just a little delightful. I also totally shriveled, twirling in the blanket in the first place.

Clarissa's not a chatter person, but before we went to bed at night, we missed each other a little bit because we talked about what must have happened today or tomorrow night's dinner.

I wonder if the cold is okay. I wish the kids in the nearby seat had fallen down with the flu in high school, but as far as I was concerned only one person was pimping, I don't care about anything else. Well, that's not how it works.

Mm-hmm. I don't sleep very well.

I was sleepy when I took a bath, but now I even have strange eyes and there is no indication that I can ever sleep.

Suddenly, the cooler air stroked my cheeks.

Was that a window open? No, I should have closed it tight...

No way is it psycho-phenomenal...... Ha! Oh, my God!

No, I opened my thin eyes and looked at the window, and the window was open. The curtains are flickering in the night breeze.

and I saw a black shadow on the edge of my vision.

The shadows look like they're glancing at Clarissa's bed.

Ugh, you're lying... Are you sure it's a ghost?

Duh, duh, what do I do!? Salt!? Ha! Cut nine characters!? Finally, when I was in elementary school, my nine-letter cut, which I learned because I was too scared of ghosts, would set me on fire...!

I can't move because of fear. While I was lost in judgment, the shadow looked back and approached this one.

But it's kind of rough breathing for a ghost...

Shadow faces illuminate in the slightest moonlight. A man. That's young, too. Probably my age.

Gyorori and eyeballs moved,

I saw each other.

My throat tightened up reflexively and the scream never ran through my spine and popped out of my mouth.

Because a man blocked my mouth with his hands in a agile move.

The man's hands are rattling and trembling, and his lips are pressed against his teeth for pain if he hasn't been able to apply or subtract the force well.

I had a warm breath and found that I had goosebumps.

"It's your fault."

Strength tension doesn't work well.

I have to resist. Anyway, I'm gonna kick this guy or something, and I need to run.

If you think so, why can't you move!

Skinny and full of eyeballs gleaming, the man slurps in his quick mouth to convince himself.

"You get in her way, you make her sad, that's why you shouldn't. Hehe... I'm her knight. It's your fault, you, you."

No, who is she! Or who you are!

What a question only makes the obscure sound of a prawn.

I took out the mess and the cloth-like stuff and realized that a man was trying to make me mock monkeys, and my body instinctively stood up, which seemed to finally freeze.

"Don't get violent!

The man crosses, he tries to contain.

Holy shit!

It was then that he focused his efforts on a strangely dull body in an attempt to pay homage to a steep attack by his full knee.

"Get away from me! You bastard!!

You can't be here. She's standing behind a guy at some point, shaking up something big square.

I had never seen anything calm and absurd about my voice all the time.

A gap was created in the hand of a man surprised by his sudden voice, and I scream.

"Clarissa!"

What Clarissa was shaking up, it was a chair provided in the room. She didn't hesitate to hit it on the man's back.

Even the dull sound of a broken chair leaked a painful voice from the man's mouth, slamming a blow all over my body that I was ready for as my strength loosened.

"Guuuuuuuuu...!

I guess it hurts pretty bad. She kicks the body that was crossed by the stuffing man and runs out grabbing my hand, which rose in recoil.

"Clarissa...!

Run still guided by Clarissa, who doesn't look back when she calls. Run.

That Clarissa, who is supposed to be in the infirmary, is here, that she showed up in good time when I was being attacked. There were a number of things I wanted to ask, but it wasn't a long enough situation to ask while running.

I don't know where I'm headed and the dorm hallway is dark and quiet and creepy.

But I chose to follow her with a leg that shivered desperately, believing in her help.