I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

Wow, what am I talking about...

The interrogation is also a joint effort. Can there ever be such a joint effort to kill? No, well, it's going to happen now if it stays this way.

I feel like I could have been better.

I'm the victim, so I want to put Keri on myself exactly, and I want to do my own revenge, and so on.

I don't know if it's because I've been running or because I've been mouthing weird things, but I'm very cold with tons of sweat.

I'm not sure why, but they're extremely impressed. Leaving Bern this lucky, I approached the man.

Thanks to Ionias' efforts, the blood on the desk had been wiped off, but it was still terrible.

When I was attacked, my eyes glowed unwillingly in the dark, so much so that when I looked in the bright spot, I just lost weight and my eyes were big against the balance of my face. Either way, I get the impression that I don't rely on you.

You are neat and likely aristocratic to see your little beautiful outfit and sunless face.

The chair to which the man was tied was one provided in the meeting room, but the desk seemed different from some piled up and abandoned objects in the corner of the room.

It's not very big, but it looks very sturdy, and the dark-colored wood ceiling has something like a black stain, by the way. Moreover, there were several round dents of the same shape, such as those pressed with a hanko, which were solidified. What a trail.

I somehow pushed Ionias trying to get away from me and confronted the man by pinching his desk.

I try to stretch my chest wide so that I can't get rid of it and look down to imitate Bern's cold, faceless expression. Even if it's done well, I wouldn't be too scared.

Bern isn't just impressed, but he keeps a quiet eye on what I'm going to do one day. Feeling a gaze on my back, I exhaled loudly to calm my squeaky heart.

The first thing I felt face-to-face was still anger. But looking at the man's scattered face naturally and it subsides, too.

I felt no fear. The man who sees in the bright spot is miserable, and most importantly, he has both Bern and Ionias.

I just need to calm down, be extremely calm, talk to this man, and leave here without any more bloodshed.

It's okay, I can.

I slowly opened my mouth to recall and imitate how the villain-mode Bern spoke and intimidated me when I was partitioning the back student union.

"Thanks for earlier."

I feel like I could speak low in a good way. That's good, that's good, me.

The man can't seem to see my face, he drifts his gaze all over the place and stifles his mouth.

"I'm sorry my fiancée seems to have done something terrible"

This is sincere.

It's a situation that I can't tell you looks bad, so you're acting like you don't like it!

Well, I put my arms around it and made sure the guy was even passive before I decided to get down to business.

"You broke into the girls' dorm by whatever means, and you attacked me, but that's your will? Or what someone instructed you to do? For example, Aloise or Lyla…"

"She has nothing to do with it. It's all my decision."

As soon as Lyla's name came out, the man screamed without putting her hair in.

My teeth peel off to intimidate me because of my attitude so far.

"You make her sad, so I'm a knight! Eliminate the evil of you. I'll erase everything that grieves her!

Ko, Ko...

It's something that starts calling me as I spit, so I don't want my upper body accidentally going against my back.

What the hell is this guy... It kind of makes me feel like a stalker or something like that.

No, maybe it's really Lila's stalker?

Speaking of which, you look close to your age, and no way. Royal School students?

If so, this time it happened with Aloys successfully inciting this man, who is Lyla's stalker, or something.

Nevertheless, you should hear the connection between this man, the executor, and Aloys.

And I just want to go, but the guy keeps calling me in a state of excitement to tell me his correctness, and he's not going to listen to me honestly.

What should I do? Like slapping your hands as much as you want in front of me?

The arrow tip I tried to move to Operation Cat Deception, Bern appeared beside me without sound and I wondered if he had put his hands on my hips, causing my body to stay away from my desk a little bit.

In a rush to change players no more, he looked down at the man who kept calling out fine and kicked up his desk as much as he wanted with his own long legs.

The jumping desk is gatang! and landed on the floor once it sounded heavy, and a dull impact is transmitted through the soles of the feet.

With Bern kicking up his desk, the room's lead was instantly regained by him.

Ko, Ko...

Bern smiles at me for being too surprised and unresponsive to go ahead. But his tricks were careful, and he seemed to wonder if I had any shadows of disgust or fear.

Speaking of me, a lot of things were happening again and my senses were paralyzed, and it was my desk that kicked me, so well, I could think about it. Hmm? Isn't that good?

Bern seemed to decide that I was just purely surprised, and happily softened his eyes and told him to be illuminated.

"Working together, what is it?

Ha ha... Let it go...

I was also introverted by Bern, who seemed kind of blown out when it came to doing acts of violence in front of me, but it is also true that it was helpful.

The man has completely contracted, and his mouth, which moves well, is now tightly closed.

Just a little bit, for the first time, I felt that I could get into some of Bern's only parts of his world that I didn't want to show, and I was excited about why.

"… I will now give you two suggestions"

For God's sake, follow the suggestion very carefully. I went on like this, thinking what a weakness.

"If you're going to give us information and never show up in front of us again, I'm not going to sue you.

But sin is sin. I ask you to return your nobility to the city well and live as a civilian. If you don't like that, you will be sued by me, tightened out of the aristocratic society, and possibly even allotted. Choose to live a clean second life or live in humiliation. "

I'm not a Virgin either, so I'm not gonna say anything to you if you give me information, I'll forgive you for everything. It is also for this man to live as a civilian, because I have also forgiven him, because it does not necessarily mean that the Back Student Union will do nothing.

The man has a pulled laugh. The figure looked like he was about to put up the utmost void.

"Fool, I, too, was originally a civilian."

I don't care if they say so while I'm away.

Sounds like a pretty bad race to lie to. Maybe Bern is scared and can't fake it the way he thinks.

"Hand it over to the vigilante anyway, so you'll soon know who you are."

Please, tell me you'll cooperate honestly.

"Hey, don't fuck around! Who's listening to you?... hehe, you're not gonna kill me anyway. If it hurts, or you just want to...! You're the ones who'll fit the pain later."

Oh, you!!! You fool!

I can't kill you, 'cause you could get killed. We're so desperate to storm the Dark Chamber and negotiate something we're unfamiliar with!

Just be honest with me! What? That's all. So, am I boring? Can I even give you candy?!? Ahem!!?

Ha! I shouldn't. My inner mess almost woke me up.

The man seems to be taking a little less because I'm the one with the Bern on the side. Even though I was frightened, I was never slightly angry at my face like I made a small fool of myself.

Huh. You want me to show you through with Love Power? I'll tell you what, because you're absolutely in the wrong direction.

More or less, why am I sexually vicious or saddening Lyla?

But what does it mean to be in pain with us? How can you be so confident that Aloys is behind this man as a certainty?

I decided to be a little tough.

Bern, lend me your knife.

A man looks at me like he did a little. Ionias, who was then holding back behind the man, also looks surprised.

I guess you want to say if the axis isn't a rash. It's okay, because the knife just goes with it. Because I won't do anything. No, really.

Why the assumption that Bern has a knife is that he would definitely have it.

Nevertheless, he lent me the knife and I haven't given any thought to what to do after that.

But at this time, I couldn't think of any other way to break through the status quo of being manipulated.

Something like this, if I were to stick it in front of you and tell you that I'm serious, that I'm getting quite ready...

Unexpectedly warm things lay on the palms I offered as I thought hard. To my surprise, it wasn't an inorganic knife or anything, it was Bern's hand. From the looks of it, it's just like your hand.

Bern tells me to teach gently to look up to me without knowing what it means.

"Lizzie doesn't have to do that."

I was gently put down the hand I was offering and poked around between my eyebrows. Ouch. I unknowingly had a crease between my eyebrows and he seemed to have a tough face.

"I'll do that. Lizzie needs to feel bad, so wait for Ionias in the next room."

Even if I don't, I think there's something wrong with me.

The unpleasant feeling in me is Max in Bern, who has a merciful look at a badly made student.

No, I didn't think I'd run off and retaliate myself. I just thought I'd have to show you that I'm not suggesting it in half.

"Oh, you know, Bern"

He puts his neck around me like an owl and looks at me wondering if Bern still has something.

"... I'm here, too, so be gentle"

This was the best I could do right now.

A man whose name is unknown, if you resent him, resent my stupidity.

"Okay. Then I'll make sure you don't bleed."

Oh, you're not bleeding? Then let's get out of here...

"Ionias, the hammer"

The hammer is given to Bern as fast as if he knew from the beginning in the hand he put out. Just a female in the surgical scene of a medical drama! Yes! Sounds like an interaction.

Oh, my God, where did that hammer come from?

Ionias hasn't even been instructed, but after giving him the hammer he seems to know what Bern is thinking, he sits still waiting for the next instruction.

"Well, Donald McKinn"

A man exaggerated his shoulders.

"It is not possible to break into the school from the outside first alone. Plus, I remember all the faces of the students at this school. You thought you could hide it?

Seriously. This guy was a student at this school, after all. You're lying about remembering all of them. Me, even though there are people in the same class whose names don't match their faces.

"Not really. Well, no. Who's in charge?

"Heh...?

"dominant hand"

A man whose real name was given to the atmosphere that didn't make him say um, even Donald crushed it unexpectedly.

"Mi, right..."

"Bye, left"

Ionias handily untied the rope that was tying Donald's left arm to the chair's leg.

What the hell are you going to do?

The boy student floated a hope that he would be released for a moment, but he never felt unspeakable anxiety that his opposite arm would not be released, and he watched three things in turn: Ionias and Bern, and the golden hammer in Bern's hand.

"Well."

Bern hammered the palm of his hand and a slightly dumb sound of pettine sounded.

As if that were a signal, grab the left arm released by Ionias and secure the shoulder and wrist so that the palm does not leave the surface of the desk.

"What, eh?"

The man's complexion gets worse and worse.

My complexion gets worse and worse, by the way.

"Let's hear your response to the proposal"

Bern asks the hammer in his hand at a really casual rate like he's asking what he wants for breakfast.

"Ha ha... if you can kill me, try to kill me! Do that to me."

Goh!

Dull, something sounded shaky.

That was the sound of Bern smashing the tip of a man's index finger with a hammer.

The golden hammer, shaken down without the madness of the dimension, holds the fingertip firmly from the first joint of the index finger.

"Oooh!!?

There was a non-vocal scream coming from my throat stretched out by so much pain. Eyes open to the limit, pulling like a cramped cheek muscle. By the way, I screamed unexpectedly, too.

The man pushes his whole body with a pean, opening and closing his mouth many times and trying to manage to escape the pain. It's a breeze like not going any further because his arm is held down by a tenacious Ionius on being tied to a chair. Sounds like a voice complaining about how painful the rattling and the shaking and intense noise of the chair is.

"Crush your middle finger next. Have you changed your mind?

The man is still stuffy because he can't talk properly.

Without any hesitation, Bern inquired with a flat face as he again gently struck the hammer in the palm of his hand.

I think I've heard somewhere that fingertips hurt so much because my nerves are concentrated.

Oh, you know, Bern. I'm sure there's no blood. He's not answering, but come on...

"... ghhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Bern shrugged his shoulders as if he was in trouble to a boy student who began to shed physiological tears.

"If you don't answer, you have no choice."

It's a ghost. There's a ghost here.

The man sensibly sensed signs of Bern shaking up the hammer again, spitting and screaming with open eyes.

"Cooperate! I'll cooperate. Ahhh!!

The hammer is already swinging down, and we can't stop it anymore.

Dan!!

Unexpectedly, I meditated hard on my eyes. I prepared for the unpleasant sound of meat and bones crumbling together. However, when I asked softly how it was because I couldn't hear the scream, the hammer was stuck in the tip of my middle finger.

Apparently, his middle finger was saved at your place.

Ha ha... That's how you made it, isn't it?

I mean, you're used to both of us with a sleigh, or you're breathing perfectly.

Donald has repeatedly breathed rough as if he had become hyperventilated, either because of extreme fear or because of massive amounts of sweat.

I don't know what that is. I wonder if it felt like I had an amateur in front of a pro earlier.

Hmm. Something's embarrassing me.

No, what I did was never in vain. I mean, honestly, I don't feel like I'm working my head or my emotions all over again.

In front of me, where the hurdle about violence dropped a lot in one day today, Donald began to open his mouth a little bit frightened by Bern and the hammer.

After all, Donald was a follower of Lyla.

But only Aloys actually lent him a hand. Lyla herself is in a terrible mess and can't even get out of the room.

Alloyce whispered to Donald, who was worried that Lyla had been slammed down the stairs and that something had gone wrong with her since.

"You're the only one who can clear up Lyla's worries. No matter what happens, the future queen will never forget to thank you."

And Donald was dutifully put on board by Aloys, which meant that his Royal Highness stormed his love for Lyla, who was depressed by his opponent.

If you have the courage to do this, don't wish you had confessed to Lyla. Unfortunately, I won't have a day in my life to understand how he feels.

I drowned disappointedly at the end of the conversation, just full of creative Donald. What kind of Yakuza movie is this? Or crush it. I think.

Well, come on because you're not dead...! and.