I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

Nevertheless, you can't fight when you're hungry, which means you're going to change into a uniform and tummy in the dining room.

The dining room was rented out at a time when lunch was almost over. It's convenient because you don't have to be looked at weirdly with curiosity, but I'm afraid there's only a snack menu.

When I asked Darius if he was going back to following me even though I wasn't done with class yet, he told me he was right. You poor bastard!

If the three of us were eating a shady sandwich, Darius gave us a pickle to go with even though he wouldn't always give it to us. I didn't know what it meant, but I wasn't guilty of pickles, so I was eating. Bern gave me pickles, too, so I got the wings to eat a three-serving pickle.

It's delicious because it pickles and eats a bit, and I'm going to hate it when I eat so much. No, I'll get what I can get.

That made my mouth a lot sourer, but when I got to the back student union, a number of members there were in some rush, probably still in class, just like Darius.

Well, I said there were no ten of them there, and it seemed that central members such as Ionias and Helena were mainly gathered together.

Clarissa came running over when she heard me calling my name wondering what was going on.

She hasn't figured out how to deal with me, though she's rushing over, and she's stopping in two more steps. I totally meant to forgive her, but she couldn't seem to get rid of her guilt so clearly.

Well, Clarissa's a serious kid, and even though she allowed it with human complexity, she probably feels subtle the other way, even if she's completely switched here.

"How's it going? Something hurt or something?

"It's not bad anywhere. More like I slept too much. Why is Clarissa here?

Clarissa looked a lot more relaxed when she saw that I had no way of rejecting her.

"I can't go to class when a kid in my room is attacked. And it's not like you won't retaliate against Mr. Aloise."

I'm convinced that's true, too, and no, I don't think so.

I don't feel like the real reason Clarissa's here is to protect herself from Aloise.

For all that Aloys has done to get angry, he'll never just get his hands dirty, so even in this case, Donald and Clarissa's testimony alone won't make Aloys guilty.

It is characteristic of the aristocratic society that suspicion does not go unpunished.

On the contrary, if Aloise is going to have a mouth seal, that's going to be solid evidence, and if that's the case, you shouldn't have chosen this method from the beginning.

Probably protecting Clarissa by the back student council is a disincentive to Aloys. I think I know everything.

I'm self-admiring, but haven't I gotten smarter lately? It's forty roads ahead of us in addition to our previous lives, but it was true that a great man said that we could never grow too late for human growth. Though I have no sense of consciousness in front of me forty ways.

"Now that the Chairman and Madam Chairman are here, is it time for an operational meeting?"

I'm the chairwoman. It sounds rich like a wife with a murder weapon-like ring on all her fingers floating around, but I don't remember being anything like that.

Members who were immersed in personal work in one word of Ionias come together straw. When we each properly brought the chairs and finished assembling, they were in a snorting circle.

I tried to find a chair because of it, and Bern already had it for me. When they suddenly take this kind of thing, it lights up a bit.

"Well, Clarissa. This is a continuation of the story you were being asked by Aloys about the fortune tellers in the Danitz family."

Speaking of which, I thought you said that.

Surely Aloys relies heavily on the fortune teller, was it?

Clarissa started talking with a slightly nervous face, either because she wasn't used to being noticed at once or by fixing the hem of her skirt without meaning.

"The fortune teller's name is Viola. He was originally a dainiz samurai, and he worked as a maid from a young age."

"Just a maid. How could you be a fortune teller?

"I only know a brief story, too, but Master Aloys said that one day Viola was able to see the future and prevented me from assassinating myself and my mother."

Was Aloys' mother anything special?

As I was twisting my neck, Clarissa gave me an explanation to supplement.

"The Earl of Danitz has a full wife and mistress. Mr. Aloys' mother is a mistress, who, originally, does business with a male counterpart..."

"Oh, whore."

Clarissa's efforts to deceive the words are hard to say. Darius speaks plainly. Somehow, you really don't care about that place, or I'm sure whoever becomes his wife won't be served unless it's bodhisattva or something.

I thought the fact that Aloys' mother was a whore would wake my memory, but I can't really grasp the contour with it remaining vague.

The human being in the room, including me, quietly waited for Clarissa to start talking again.

"Yeah, well, that's what you were in. I've seen you several times, but you're very beautiful, kind, and you're educated because you originally came out of some wealthy merchant. I have only been given the position of mistress for my identity, but you have shown the love of Count Danitz. And naturally, from the Countess, fierce jealousy and hatred..."

Not even a nobleman, let alone a whore, robbed me of my husband's love. The hatred of the prized Lady was intended to culminate in the assassination of Aloise parents and children.

"And Viola, clairvoyant about the future, revealed Lady's intentions and asked her to try to save the lives of Aloise parents and children"

"Yes. Since then, she's said to have hit a number of major domestic incidents, making her the exclusive occupier of the Danitz family. Sometimes Master Aloys saved his life, and I totally trusted her. Because her engagement to me also had good fortune telling results... And I wasn't exactly told, but I think when you married me, Master Aloys was going to welcome Viola as his mistress."

As the Earl welcomed Aloys' mother as his mistress.

Isn't that a totally selfish story to have?

Some of the female members obviously looked mucky.

Of course I was feeling angry too, but more than that, my consciousness was more suited to the memory of Aloysroot, who somehow began to grasp the outline as I listened to Clarissa.

For Aloys, the presence of a mother was a very large one.

The mother of Aloys, beautiful and sobering, was poisoned with the fierce anger of his wife for being a former whore, and Aloys herself wandered the frontier of life and death with the same poison. He himself miraculously helps but his mother is lost forever and continues to receive cold treatment from his wife in a mansion without allies.

It was very unlikely that Aloys could be inherited because he was a mistress's child and even second son, but he would deliberately start playing the player's champagne so that his wife wouldn't target his life again. If you're an asshole who skips depression on a woman, it's because in addition to being my second son, my wife misses it.

But Aloys had not given up his Lord's seat.

While playing the playful second son, Aloys steadily expands his connections to the point where he gains the status of close friend with His Royal Highness at school. All to push his brother, the son of his wife, to become the master, and to avenge his wife.

It was like it was a setting, like it wasn't...

No, I'm sorry, I'm honestly not sure. But I think this is what happened. Probably, I'm sure, probably.

For now, I'm pretty sure his mother's death was a big turning point for Aloys, and as far as I can tell, his mother is spared poisoning in this world.

What if Viola has this knowledge?

The behavior she does after preventing poisoning is seemingly sloppy.

"Hey, Clarissa. Could that viola have solved the Danitz family's obsession?

"I don't know... The lady was quarantined in a distant maintenance area about the assassination, and Danitz's mistress is virtually Aloys' mother. Master Aloys' brother also looks to admire her more than his unfortunate wife... Well, maybe Viola's the reason why the Danitz family's problem came to a close."

"Is it possible that the fact that Viola is eating so much into the Danitz family means that Alois is being manipulated by Viola..."

I was beginning to see a fortune-teller wrapped in a little mystery.

There is no conclusive evidence yet. Maybe Viola is a psychic who really sees the future.

But there's no such thing as a psychic, and if it really looks like it, Aloys should be doing better.

And I know how to know the future even if I don't have any superpowers, no, there are people with memories that look like the future.

Definitely. Viola is the same reincarnator as me and Lila.

When I heard that Lyla was showing a different dynamic move from the game since Thanksgiving five years ago, I had come to think of the possibility that Lyla herself was a reincarnator and that there might be a reincarnator around her or Aloys, Johann.

Though I never thought both possibilities were real.

More or less, Lyla has memories of her past life, even if she's like a mob like me. Nothing else is strange. Even if it was a Danitz maid.

That would also explain that Alois had been on guard in Bern from a fairly early stage.

I think if I had the chance to talk to her, I'd be sure, but I also think it's pure that I wouldn't like it if it were like when I was Lyla.

Speaking of which, how is Lyla doing?

Are you still off class today?

When I was puzzled by the thought, the door opened with momentum to break the thought.

Having made an abusive appearance that I don't think I've ever had a queen education to gather my gaze all at once, Katerina turned into a pitiful face that seemed to cry when she admitted me.

"I'm sorry. I really wanted to see your face right away, but my brother told me to go to class as usual because he would take me off school and on the contrary, Lizia would be really safe. I'm sure you had some very horrible eyes. Are you sure you're not hurt anywhere? Ionias said he was okay, but I don't trust him with all that turbulent wood stuff."

"You used to know Tang Chang Wood."

"Shut up, Ionias!

Katerina leaps to punish the disrespectful Ionias and wields a fan. I couldn't help but laugh at her care and the usual sight.

"It's okay, Master Caterina. Thank you."

Put your hands on your hips to appeal to me that you're okay, and I'll make you look royal. No, there's no point in being Jen royal, but here's the thing, I'm fine -! Like.

Stop swinging fans, Katerina would have been scared! He hugged me to say and be Jen royal. I was so impressed with my passionate embrace that I finally almost stopped breathing too much force, but I don't feel so worried and bad.

New visitors appeared in the meeting room as me and Caterina had an inspiring occasion.

Helena, who was nearby, tried to cope with it, but it was held back by Katerina.

Brother, while Katerina, who was holding me, suddenly showed off her stunning Jen royalty in front of Bern! And because I gave him a tense, well-traveled voice.

"Ugh."

Bern's unexpected appearance on Katerina's shitty sword screen. Unusual.

"What is your brother wearing such a big figure for! Put Lizzie in danger! The ham actors there are better."

I don't think it makes sense that Bern is big, Katerina.

By the way, a ham actor is a word that has the same meaning as a radish actor. Ionias, are you a bad actor? Well, you look bad.

"Ugh..."

Bern and Katerina, who suddenly dwindle large figures without words to give back, were exactly the same as always, and many of the members in the room had complex faces who were not sure whether to be surprised or laughed at.

"In general, I have a lot to say to your brother."

Then Katerina's sermon went on for a while, bringing it up from her recent story to the old story that she always kept herself out of the company when she was a child, not to mention perverted for no reason. Poor thing.

There was also no desire to enjoy the interesting situation of Bern being angry with Katerina a little more, but I decided to pull Katerina off Bern, just how she is in a situation where her head is totally boiled up and not sure because of the pitiful nature of Bern and the sermons she is unfamiliar with no matter what.

I was picked up by a bitter laughing Ionias on the way, and now I'm eating herbal tea and cookies heavily.

I'm so hungry just for the sandwich, too, that I got a little bored. Cookies are also full of herbs, and the rustic sweetness and scent coming out of your nose is going to be pretty much gone.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Mr. Titus."

"No, because I saw something interesting"

Bern apologized while Bern seemed a little bit evil to a boy student who had been completely abandoned because of the sermon while I was eating the if cookies.

The impression was so faint that everyone had forgotten that they were keeping him waiting.

He's also what he was waiting for at the entrance with a thin sign, so it's extra.

That, but why is that a tribute?

Students can't mean they're older. I've never seen you in a meeting room, and you're not a member?

Speaking of that Titus himself, he has glasses on, and, to put it well, he looks grown-up, or worse, plain looking. Probably the type where they're going to say the glasses are the main body or something. And it doesn't even seem angry about it.

"Is that Behrig for three years? Why are you here?"

"Senior Behrig, right? He seems to be a member now. I don't know because I'm not familiar with the situation..."

Darius, with an arrogant attitude all the time, noted Helena and replied yes for once. That's good. - Do more, Mr. Helena!

Apparently, Titus is quite a famous figure.

I don't even know the name of the same class of faces.

After exchanging two or three words with Titus, Bern entrusted him with the letter he had been writing in his room, and he also gave Bern something that looked like a letter he had just folded.

After a short exchange, Titus met with a chuckle and gently walked out the window facing the woods behind the school building with nothing to eat.

Yes, not through the door, but through the window. Never wrong to look at or say.

I'm on the third floor here for now, is it okay...

"He's, well, that's who he is..."

"Oh, yeah..."

Probably not convinced as one, but no one asked again for the atmosphere that it was just stupid to ask.

There was still some confusion, but Bern doesn't seem willing to explain it any further, glancing at the letter he received from Titus.

He roared a little and raised his face from the letter.

"Looks like the package arrived. Katerina, I'm gonna borrow Ionias, okay?

"Go ahead."

I don't usually ask, Ionias. Is your sermon working around what you do with a loan permit?

Or is it also some kind of annoying feeling?

That's all I thought about, and it came to a pean. Well, it's already peaned about the moment the killer finds out in a two-hour suspension.

It's hard to imagine Bern going out of his way to take Ionias for just luggage. Even in time, luggage means Johann. Before Katerina is there, I guess she's deceiving me by the name of luggage.

Or are you going to interrogate Johan, depending on... It's noisy!

I came up with something I wanted to think about and give it a try.

Put on Bern's shoulder a little bit and keep your voice down so you can't hear him around.

"I need a favor. I want you to show me your stuff too."

I thought he was going to look so surprised, Bern makes me try to narrow my eyes slightly happily.

Somehow, he also looked like he was happy with the child's growth.

"... ok"

After a slight tour, Bern snorted at me.

But Ionias and I will be there.

"I know."

Even for me, I was going to have you present from the start.

I had lunch with Johann once, which equals little to no facial knowledge. But I'm sure I know more about a man named Johann Drexler than Bern or Ionias.

I guess what I'm about to do now will be the same thing Lila and Viola have done.

Guilt and reluctance to deviate.

But we should put an end to this nonsense.