I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

"Lila."

I have a gentle, warm voice.

He was a study enthusiast and was often in the library, so I was the first one to go there to look for him when I missed him.

A number of thick, old books are piled up at the desk by the constant position window.

I could see the dull blonde making sure she was buried in the book tower, and my heartbeat jumped all at once.

It floats around him as if he were dancing around, with dust reflecting the light that plunges through the window sparkling.

He is a man of wonder and signs, and no matter how quietly I approach, I immediately notice and look back. I regret that a little, but I couldn't help but be glad you found me more quickly than anyone else.

"What's wrong with you?

Laughing like that, Lyla and I call my name again and make a call.

I hated my name.

When someone calls me Lyla, I cease to be me. It makes me feel like I'm being told that you're the main character, Lila.

Everyone loves and takes care of Lyla. Cute and healthy Lyla. The protagonist Lila.

But I only liked the voice he called my name.

It didn't make any difference that I didn't like the name Lyla, because he called my name really important.

"I was just about to take a break. Also tell me about the world before Lyla."

I remembered what I could call a previous life. Although I don't have very good memories, I still sometimes miss my convenient life.

But if I can't believe I have memories of my previous life, they'll think I'm a crazy kid.

Besides, I'm the star of this game, Lila. If you don't do anything extra quietly, I'm sure you'll be happy. Yes, it's as hard as I was before, and it's not going to be a hard life.

But he was the only one who believed the story of my past life that I had revealed.

He's the only one who looks right at me. Not Lyla Carnail, myself.

"You know..."

I wanted you to hold me and stretch out your arms, trying to call his name,

Don!

My vision turned unnaturally upwards, and if I noticed, I was being thrust.

"Huh?"

The warm library landscape had turned into a cold staircase dance floor.

On the dance floor, he slams me down and tells me the game is over.

"It's not Lila. I don't need you."

Suddenly the ground disappears, surrounded by dimness.

The body is thrown into the sky and freed from gravity. The unpleasant feeling of your gut rising. Abominable watery hair that makes you stand out where you are can dance to edge your vision and feel everything fine, like a slow motion video.

How could you?

The question is not voiced, and it spreads without any chance of echoing in the brain to get an answer.

I should have been loved.

Because lila in the game was loved by a lot of people.

And I'm the one now, because I'm Lila.

We have to recover all the things Lyla is supposed to receive. They are essential to the end that Lyla is supposed to get. Because the end of the game is intricately branching out, and I can't even distract myself from one thing.

If I make a mistake and I don't make it to the right end, I'm useless and I'm wiped out.

from this world. No trace. I'm sure, like then...!

... It's okay. I'm sure I can do it well.

If you do what you're told and act like a proper lila.

Even if I can't be me, I'm sure I'm happy too, because Lyla is a happy being loved by so many people.

So I've also given up the only thing I really wanted and tried my best as a lila...!

Why not?

You're saying I was wrong?

Because I don't want to disappear yet. Even if I didn't want to live as Lyla, I don't want to die anymore. I want to be happy! I want to be loved! I hope so. What's wrong!?

Why, why, why, why, why.

"Why!!

I shouted at him as he thrust me on the dance floor of the stairs. My throat screamed just ripped open.

"I don't want to disappear! I don't want to disappear!

It's supposed to be slowly falling, but the dance floor keeps away.

I kept falling somewhere darker and darker.

The boundaries of my body disappear and I disappear from the tip of my hands and feet.

"I don't like it! I don't want to disappear! Help...! Somebody help me!"

I can't grasp anything, even if I'm desperate, and I fall.

Falling.

Consciousness awakens so that his face comes out of the water.

Blurred and dim vision gradually regained its contour and a familiar ceiling appeared.

I lifted my rough arm and put it over my face, and there was my hand without any weird philosophy.

Next, wake up and check the tip of your hidden foot in the blanket.

Good. It's not gone. Not yet, I'm here.

This act, which I repeat every time I wake up all the time, is no longer a habit.

I gripped and opened my hands several times, and the real feeling that I was still alive today while I was firmly checking the feel of my hands crept up, just a little relief.

I kind of feel like I was dreaming. I can't remember the content, but it wasn't like I was very happy...

A blinding yang was plugging through the gap in the closed curtain. It resembles an angel ladder where the sun can shine from the clouds on a cloudy day, and I watched it for a while without doing anything.

How could I have been born to Lyla?

I didn't want to be Lyla.

I wish I could just be with someone I really like. I never wanted anything else.

How did you get so far away when that was all you had?

When I thought that the little angel ladder that followed from the gap in the curtain glistened so strongly, it disappeared to be swept away.

The room is left with intolerable silence, dimness and only me.

I stared at my palms blurry and wondered how many days it was.

I don't feel like I've been in class for a while now.

Worried about me, Your Highness and a few friends came to ask, but I really didn't feel like seeing you. Especially to Aloise and His Highness...

I'm sleeping or blurry. I'm unexpectedly doing nothing in particular, but when I realize it, it's night and the gaps in the curtains start glowing and I know the morning has come.

Such a life went on for a while.

I know I need to get out there and look like a proper lila. But I really don't want to get out of here. I don't want to see people. I can't keep playing Lyla anymore.

But the world will never forgive it.

Scary... I don't want to disappear...!

But I don't know what to do.

Would she help me? If she's the same reincarnated as me.

At the same time as such a glimmer of anticipation, it was also true that when you think about Lizia, you also get feelings like hate.

She's not the character in the game. I'm sure she doesn't know how I feel, etc. Not to mention that Bernhardt loves me. You can't possibly understand, and I think they'll understand.

The game and expansion are a little different, but the friendship with His Highness was going well, and the event was happening properly.

Yet, since Bernhardt's failure to raise his fondness, everything has gone wrong. Even Johann said you liked me...

If I was worried, Aloys told me that she was in the way. After all, she is the enemy.

Lizzie's the reason it stopped working.

"It's not a program...! It's not a game!

Two, Lizzie's face came to me crying and screaming like that.

I know that!

Isn't that why you're afraid to disappear? What's wrong with that?

I didn't say anything wrong. Even if I hurt Lizzie, I was tormented because of her.

But every time I remember her sad look, my chest hurts, and she seems so nice to people, is she really, really in my way? What I did to her in the meadow wasn't just an eight-win? And in my head, someone asks in a small voice.

Scream desperately different at that voice and block your ears diligently. Failure to do so was likely to break something decisive.

It's okay. Viola and Aloys said they were in the way, so that's the right thing to do.

I just have to believe them.

That'll make it easier.

Everything, it works.

I hugged the pillow and circled it like a fetus.

Think of something, something fun.

When you think about it, it's the library that reminds you of nature. Smells like an old book. Instant dust in the light of the sun. The voice of that guy who quietly struck a match with my story.

I want to go home. To that sweet place.

It was then that the hot tears leaked out of the closed eyelids and tried to fall zero.

I heard a knock with Concon.

I wonder who. Again, Your Highness? Or, Aloise?

"Mr. Carnail."

The voice of a gracious old lady. Probably a dorm mother.

I'm sure you've come worried about Lyla trapped in your room.

I was unlikely to be able to deal with her as Lyla and decided to make up my mind about it. She's busy too, so she'll be walking away in a while. I don't know why I feel sorry for coming because of you and why I want you to leave me alone.

After a little while, now there was a different woman's voice than the dorm mother's.

"Hey, Mr. Lyla. Can you open it?

"... is"

That belonged to Lizzie I was just thinking about.

No way, did you come to help me?

Such a ridiculous idea passes behind my brain for a moment. What the hell am I thinking? Isn't the other guy that hateful Lizzia?

"Can we just talk a little bit?

Her voice was really moving, and I couldn't help but think that I was more and more serious.

While I was wondering what to answer, you decided that the other side was unwilling to respond to me, and you didn't talk to me about anything more.

If you leave now, you'll make it. Get out of bed, open the door, if you call it off...

So, you said you'd help me? Stupid. That's not supposed to happen conveniently.

But maybe she's not like Aloys said...

Repeating such a grid extensively, there was the sound of cachary and unlocking. When I look at you in surprise, the door opens and the light in the hallway illuminates the dim room.

There, dorm mother and Lizia. There were three years of female students I sometimes saw and Bernhardt.

I didn't eat much, and I guess I look terrible now because I sleep all the time. I could hear someone whining about being so fucked up.

Bernhardt quietly walked over and stared down at me. Those gray eyes read something like pity, and I realized.

"Oh... You're done."

He was a crouched weird voice because he hadn't spoken in forever. It's like it's not Lila's.

"Yes, I am."

To his unreadable words of emotion, tears spilled on his own whether it was horrible to end or because he was relieved.

It's horrible to disappear, to die. But when I thought my days of fright about it were over, I felt helpless and relieved.

"I've come to free you. Lila Carnail."

"I've come to free you. Lila Carnail."

Lyla, who was told so, had been sneering for a while, but suddenly began to laugh ha-ha-ha.

"Oh well. I finally disappear."

"Disappear?"

"Yes, if you don't act as Lyla, I'll disappear."

What do you mean disappear? Is that it, like being erased by tissue, and being erased by Aloise? It's noisy.

Is Lyla unrealistic or does she just keep laughing heck out of it?

In a dark room with closed curtains, Lila, the one who kept laughing. To be honest, I'm pretty scared.

All of a sudden she stopped laughing and turned on me powerless.

"You're good, aren't you?"

"Huh?"

Lyla had a cramped snoring smile on her face as she wept tears.

I could see the usual malice in those eyes, and I shrugged like I accidentally drank a stone.

"You're a mob with no role, you've lived as much fun as you like, haven't you?

"Hey, hey, wait"

"Even I didn't like it and become a lila! Me too! Me too, with that guy!

"Calm down, Lila. What's a role?

Lila screams as she rides herself out of bed. Reaching out to support her body, which is about to fall because she embarks on herself so much, she grabs her arm and pulls it in reverse.

"I don't, so you don't know. I'm really proud of you."

What the hell. I mean, I've thought about it before, Lyla, but it's powerful! Ouch! Ouch!

Bern pulled Lyla like that, but I decided to control it and make Lyla like it.

Sure, I'm scared, but I wouldn't even do anything to strangle you. Yeah, well, let's hope I'm not strangling you.

I asked her slowly and gently trying not to irritate Lyla.

"I'm sorry, Lila. I'm not sure about the role or disappearing. Can you tell me what that means?

"... you also know that Lyla is the protagonist of this world. In this world, Lyla must fall in love with His Highness Edwin. If I don't get a good happy ending, I'm useless and gone."

Uh-huh. I have no idea what that means.

"Uh, uh, does that mean that Lila disappears if she's not tied to Her Highness?

"That's right. Unbelievable? But it's true. If everyone was making me look like a lila, they were nice to me, and they liked me. So I had to be like a lila all the time. But I can't do it anymore.... to me, I can't go on with my lila any longer. I'm sure I'll be gone by now."

As he drifted, the force fell out of the hand he was grasping, and Lyla nodded.

In the meantime, I have always thought that Lila liked Her Highness and wanted to be her fiancée, but it seems different from there.

Aside from what Lyla thought of His Highness, I had to approach His Highness. May I consider it forced?

"Because you'll get in the way. I did what they told me. Yet...! I don't want to disappear... I don't want to..."

"It's okay, Lyla. You don't disappear or anything. Right?"

"Shh! That's what Viola told me. Even I said I was lying! But then it really disappeared! My hands disappeared... my hands..."

I rushed to see if my hands were out, and Lyla started crying like she was on fire.

I don't know what to do and gently stroke Lila's little back repeatedly when she sneezes but doesn't want to disappear all the time.

"I'm frightened... but... welcome."

Apparently, disappearing doesn't mean being killed, but the body disappears as the word goes. It's a very incredible story, but I have to believe it because I try to disturb Lila.

Could you even say that there is such a thing as God? So if Lyla wasn't tied to Her Highness as the main character, you think she'd disappear as a punishment?

But I'm the same reincarnator, but I've never met a paranormal being like that.

Is that because I was reincarnated into a mob, as Lyla said? No, no way. But if so, I also feel a little angry. Is Mob that bad!

Or Bern normally listens, but will it be okay? Like the protagonist, or Mob? Speaking of which, even when Lyla and I argued before, he didn't hear anything.

A lot of anxiety, when I looked at Bern, he didn't look particularly surprised, staring at Lila's back of the head with his imaginary face.

After a while, Bern opened his mouth.

"It's a hallucination, Lila Carnail"

"... Huh?

"When you brainwash, you may be drugged and hinted at and deliberately hallucinate. Perhaps you were drugged or sniffed."

Is that or dangerous medicine?

I mean, Lyla's hand disappeared, she said it was a hallucination.

Good. I was worried that a fantasy would start that Viola was communicating with God, but there's no such thing as that. Lila was shown the hallucination that her body would disappear in a kind of hypnosis, and I guess she believed it.

"No... no. Aloise, your brother cheated on me!?

"That's right. You were brainwashed. [M] To Aloise and Viola."

"Because it really disappeared. I'm not lying. Besides, they both took my side. Help me not disappear, so listen to me."

"You were brainwashed. To the Aloys."

"Liar,... lie!

He was expecting a lila that was hard to accept, and Bern seemed to feel he had no choice.

"Can't you accept it right away"

He took my hand and made me stand, paying lightly for the dirt on my skirt.

The pity for Lyla that I showed just a little while ago seems to have completely disappeared already.

"If you want to break the curse, you should follow me. Of course, you're free to stay here forever."

Lyla didn't say anything. He just looked up at us blurry and seemed lost.

I think Lyla has told me something pretty awful so far.

But for some reason, I didn't think I hated her. Of course, I don't like it either.

Maybe that's because she felt like she was asking me for help somewhere.

Though they may say that's when Mob is over-conscious.

"Hey, Lila. I said help me, didn't I? But if you really want me to help, I think you have to try to help yourself. 'Cause you say it a lot, don't you? Heaven helps itself."

I got a little anxious that the proverb would fit, but I think I could have said something pretty good while I was at it. Yeah.

Lila stared for a while at the hand she offered a little thrilled not to be shaken off. Waiting for her to move, her hand lifted loosely and finally held my hand in a rough way.