I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

It was freezing cold.

Such cold weather that even the exhaled breath becomes ice and falls to the surface.

The blood that wets my hands, until just now, was so hot, now I'm just taking away the cold and the temperature.

When I rinse my nose, my dry and creepy nosebleeds crack and I realize that my body's savings still hurt. It made me want to be evil by accident, but even opening my mouth was a hundred million robberies.

The area was littered with black trees, and the ground was covered with snow as far as I could see. I thought the view of black and white, like the sketch painted with charcoal, was just like me. Just like my mother, black hair, gray eyes. Only this appearance connects me to my mother.

Is that why? The painful red colour in his eyes spreading from the man lying at his feet was uncomfortable on top of this.

"Wouldn't that be great for the first time!

Dr. Luke, who was hiding and wanting to see how things were going, comes as he pulls out the crisp snow.

Perhaps the sound is loud because I'm sure it's fun to step on snow. He has that kind of childish thing.

Dr. Luke is a tutor sneaked by his bloodless grandfather.

He said he came here to protect me from many aspects of my life and to educate me so that I could live alone. As the saying goes, only the usually unappealable discipline pretends to be a handled man, but he was also a terribly strong and ruthless man.

I also know, of course, that his real name is Lucas Marco Letger, and that he is the person who will be my mother's brother-in-law, or uncle to me. Because there's no way you can call me uncle in public.

Perhaps as long as I'm Brunsmeyer's person, the day will not come when I can call him uncle.

"Let's get rid of this later, Doctor."

The teacher cleverly flipped the man's body with his toe and poked him in the head to see if he was dead properly.

What was the man who came to kill me is already starting to frost on my face. It looks cold. Yeah, but isn't it something cold or nothing because you're already dead?

"How are you feeling?

A dark black eye peeked from between the dark purple hair tangled like a bird's nest, watching me carefully.

But unfortunately I didn't feel anything. Fear, regret, joy, nothing.

Just for a little while, I felt sorry that I would take the life that someone might have wanted, that no one wanted me to.

"It's okay."

"Right. Does the temperament resemble Emilia?

He often brings up the subject of his mother. He is a strange man who doesn't publicly say that he liked his mother.

"... Hey, Bernhardt"

The teacher suddenly lurked his cheerfulness and called quietly.

"Yes, Dr. Luke"

"One day you'll know how harsh what I made you do. But you have to live. Because that's what Emilia wanted."

I only know my mother's face in his paintings. [M] The Mansion doesn't even have a portrait of my mother.

All I could say as far as I was concerned was that my mother wanted me to live.

My uncle laughed bitterly and said deliberately on one knee, gazing at me.

"Life fun runs out quickly, but misery never runs out forever. But there is a love in this world that makes you think you don't need anything else, as long as you have one of those. As long as it is, any suffering will be overcome. At least that's what I think.... you may not believe me, but I really hope you meet it."

I didn't know how he came up with such a thing at the time.

Now that I think about it, maybe he felt guilty about giving a young child the art of killing people, or maybe he was trying to show his love for me.

"Did the teacher also meet that love and do?

"... oh. Too much in this chest."

My uncle is a romantic, just to say that my main job is as a painter.

I didn't even believe it because I was blurry. [M]

In May, the social season finally began.

Winters in the north are particularly harsh and long in this country with cold climates. As a result, the season opens between May and August. I guess it's also time to be aware of Thanksgiving, which takes place every five years, at the end of August. This season must be more exciting than usual, as this is the year that will last every five years.

Nobles living in distant territories want to, but they have finished moving to a separate residence near Wangdu, and nobles who originally lived near Wangdu are also running to prepare for tea parties and night clubs.

Without an example, my Brunsmeyer family also planned a nightclub to decorate the glorious beginning of the season. It's about tonight.

They're going to celebrate their eldest son's thirteenth birthday and unveil their fiancée.

As its eldest son, it is an annoying story.

Nevertheless, there can be no right to refuse to participate, and I was on my way to the residence of the Marquis of Lietberg to pick up my fiancée, whom I am supposed to reveal to you tonight.

The Marquis Reetberf is the Marquis because of his title, but he has been dedicated to territorial management without taking a key position for several generations. The public view is that the Lord himself is vulnerable to his wife, a person who is neither poisoned nor medicated. His daughter says she doesn't like to fight.

Lygia, the only daughter of its Marquis Reetbelf, met at a tea party looking for Prince Edwin's fiancée.

The first impression was that it was plain, adult, and easy to see.

Actually, it's not that simple of a personality, I'm in the middle of being confused in a good or a bad way, but that's what I looked like at this time.

I don't know if it's because my parents are changing, or my original personality, but unlike other courtesans, I have a weird upward orientation and low interest in love. In addition, my parents have no power over politics while at the Marquis. If this is the case, my stepmother, who is extremely reluctant to help, can also speak out against it.

At this point, appearance is not much of a problem, but rather it is troublesome to be called a pretty girl or something.

I showed up when I wanted a good fitting fiancée, a girl on good terms.

I immediately got my father's consent and applied for an engagement.

As a father, he seemed to want me to be engaged to the daughter of a more powerful house, but he turned quiet when he asked about his stepmother. I mean, he's not interested in me.

That's why Lizia became my fiancée.

Though I don't mind a little that the hang-up is that prince.

The Mansion of the Marquis of Leitberg is a classic setting with no splendor whatsoever. To put it without a body or lid, it's slightly blurry.

Waiting blurry in the reception room guided by the butler, the less came Lizia.

"Sorry to keep you waiting"

The blue silver thread embroidered with my costume is a simple dress, but good quality. I have no particular preference for women's outfits, but I was a little anxious to know what to do if a chunk of frills arrived that I often see at night clubs and can't tell in an instant that I'm human, but it seemed worrying.

"I just got here. Never mind."

Lizzie had a nervous time early tonight, partly because of her debut in the social world.

Looking at beautifully braided chestnut hair and thin, flaky reds on my cheeks makes me smile that I've been trying so hard to prepare.

"It's okay. It's cute."

"Oh, thank you"

He looked strange to thank me back when I sneezed, and I was about to laugh at him.

"Katerina thought about the design together."

The proudly laughing fiancée, waving the flickering decorations of her sleeves, seems to have completely missed Katerina.

Sometimes she does things I didn't expect to see.

Katerina and I, who had been banned from contact because of her, had recently finally been able to have something that looked like an interaction. My parents are also superficially fond of her, Katerina's first friend.

She's doing much better than I think.

The Reetberfs said they would take their own carriage later, so they decided to take Lizia to Brunsmeyer first.

I don't even like to talk originally, so there's only a regular wheel turning noise in the car.

I didn't even think it was particularly awkward, but looking for a topic in my head to tell her something, I remembered that I wasn't telling her what was important.

Speaking of which, first dance is up to us.

"To?"

Lizia was stunned when she opened her mouth to Pocan about something unexpected, even thinking about it.

Kind of cute resembling catfish.

I immediately regained my mind, but now my face turns blue as I look around.

Mostly I can guess why. I also felt it when I was teaching horseback riding, but she's not very good at moving her body. I guess he's aware of it, too.

"Duh, what should I do..."

How about being a marquis maid but not good at dancing?

I hope it's not devastating. While I hope so, I have to comfort her so blurry and pathetically panicky that I'm driven by such thoughts to open my mouth.

"Fine. I'm good at dancing, so I'll lead the way."

"Ugh... Best regards,"

She was bowing her head with a pitiful look that seemed sorry, so I'm sure she wouldn't have seen the subtle look I had on her face.

I was surprised at what I said. [M]

I don't feel sorry for people who are basically in trouble. I can't sympathize with you.

Understandably, the other person is in a poor situation. But I don't understand why seeing others suffer makes me sad or hard to get to myself, and of course I've never felt that way.

It wasn't because I was worried about her that she was going to fall even now that I had first met Lizzie at a tea party. Because I thought it was an opportunity to be close to someone who seemed good to my fiancée. If they don't benefit me, I won't bother to take care of them.

But it's been weird lately.

It's really strange for me, but I sometimes find myself cute about Lizzie, and I have myself hoping to help her before I think about the damage.

But not when people ask me if I feel really sorry for them. It should make no difference that I am a sympathetic person. [M]

For example, suppose Lizzie fell in front of you. Maybe I can guess her pain and shame, but I can't share. [M] Instead, I might be impressed with how clever you can fall where there's nothing. Though I think so, I will see if there are any injuries soon and I will give you a hand. I might even comfort you. If this is what you're worried about, I'm sure I'm worried about her. I think. I'm not sure...

Why not?

Maybe things are going crazy for the type who hasn't been around before.

What is in the world that has surrounded me is malice, intent to kill and indifference. I can't help but find love from my uncle, grandfather, and my dead mother that I'm the only one on my side. Lizzie's presence is a little different in that way, and I'm not sure how to position her. If you're just using them, you can't break them off.

I feel ridiculous while I'm at it, but could I have even woken up to my desire for asylum for those who are dangerous and unreliable? Or does that mean I'm an old kid too...

The idea that if my uncle found out about this came to pass for a moment, it would be a little melancholy. I prefer him one way or the other, but it's also true that there are moments when I feel like it.

Even more so now, Lizzie is checking for bumps and steps.

When I watched how it went, it got silly to be serious, and I stopped thinking for the first time. Let's just say I had a human heart, too.

In the meantime, Lizzie should practice and let her body stain her movements anyway before she confirms the steps.

"Happy birthday and engagement. Brother."

"Thank you, Katerina"

Tung and the tip of his nose up. Katerina said as great as ever.

I thought I'd be a little more affectionate this year because Lizzie and I are getting along, but they won't. Speaking of that Lizzie, my knee is laughing at me for the relief I managed to get over the first dance. I wouldn't have been very good at getting out in public either.

By the way, about the skill of dancing, that means no comment.

"Congratulations to Lizzie, too. That dress looks great on you too. I knew there was no mistake in my view!

"Yes, thank you, Master Caterina"

Is it illuminated by Lygia, who is honestly delighted, Katerina turned a little red by hiding her face half with a fan. When I see these sights, I admire the fact that there is a cute side to this chronic sister as well.

Katerina had been talking about Lizia and whose dress was nice for a while or who was cool. The man's self is completely outside the mosquito net. It is the usual thing.

"You've been talking a little long. We'll talk later, Lizzie."

Seeing other people waiting to speak up, Katerina tried to leave with regret. But I turn myself in once and look at this one with a terribly nervous face.

What the hell is wrong with you?

"Brother, can you dance with me later...?

Katerina, who said that uncommonly with a broken tooth, looks at me in a horrible shape that makes me wonder if I really want to dance.

"I don't mind..."

"See you later!

Katerina, who sparkled her expression for a moment and soon returned to her horrible shape, disappeared into the crowd like a wind.

Lizzie was smiling all the time, so maybe even the two of us had some sort of meeting.

Katerina thought it was something she wasn't exactly interested in, but she doesn't seem to be out there either. It makes me very strange to learn the fact that I was interested in someone I didn't even think of.

"Good for you."

Lizia laughed swallowingly.

Katerina had such a horrible shape, is it okay?... Well, okay.

Then the words of celebration were uttered from an untold number, from the recognisable to the unknown.

I'm not very interested, so I flushed it properly. Of course, behave like the Duke's son.

"You don't seem very happy."

"That's not true. I was just wondering if birthdays are such a pleasure."

She looked a little troubled when the other demeanor salute was not funny and showed only one eyebrow hoisted. But I'll talk to him in a casual tone, drawing this one's will properly.

"It's not natural. Birthday is the day to thank Bern for being born."

"Thank you."

I don't think any human being is as thankful for being born as I am.

"At least I'm grateful."

Laughing gently at Lizzie's flattery, she mumbled.

No way, are you mad at me?

"I say it from the heart. 'Cause if it wasn't Bern, who the hell would dance with a woman who sucks at dancing like this?

Laughing mischievously, she's oddly grown-up and thrilled to say she's two years younger than herself.

I'm talking about if you have a bad sense of dancing, you can practice, but when I say that, it's called wildness. Besides, while you're bad at dancing, you'll need me. So... what did I just say?

I can't believe my thoughts on my own and I'm stunned.

Do I want Lizzie to need me?

It felt as if someone had pulled me over.

Because such emotions should have disappeared a long time ago.

It seemed strange to me that she was worried about her jokes. [M]

He looked weird when he smiled for the outside world that it was nothing for now. I don't care how upset you are, I'm not going to have such a weird smile on your face.

Oh, trouble.

He said he chose a plain kid who seemed easy not to be followed weirdly.

"Are you sure you're okay? Would you like me to bring you some water?

I sigh inside, feeling complicated by a presence that is perhaps rare in this world and that really worries me.

It's just the first time I'm with Lizzie.

To hold hands with someone, to be kind for no reason, to want to be needed. And I also don't think you want me to hate you.

It's kind of around the chest.

Does a normal person bother a lot this way? Thank you for your hard work.

But I also didn't think it was too bad watching Lizzie stretch out or pull in to mop my slightly rounded back. The person is very serious, so of course I won't say that.

But I got in real trouble.

The troublesome thing is, it looks like potent weather, and this kid is astute.

One day in the not-so-distant future, she'll realize she's not who I think she is. And I guess I'll be disappointed and refused.

I don't want them to know I'm a ruthless person who can't even sympathize if possible, and I don't want them to know more about this hand being dirty with blood, etc.

I still feel that way because I want to be the person Lizzie needs, and I'm just a little scared that I'm going to want that.

No, you're not. I am terrified that she will change me. [M]

I can't believe someone needs me because I know I just strangle myself.

We need to make sure we keep the right distance. Anytime, so you can leave. so that it can be undone.

Someone used to say that.

He said it was better to feel alone and lonely than lonely in people.

"I'm really fine. Better to hang out with dance practice than horseback riding from now on?

I tease her in a mean way so she can smoke and laugh at her.

Nothing must have changed. Yet Lizzie looked weird again.

I had this complex feeling of mixing fear and pale expectations about her condition. [M]