I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

The next moment I thought it was a very simple thing, with a stark view of whether it was the hem of an Ermenhilde flipped skirt that held me to Bern or a messy, spreading blonde hair.

Ermenhilde, don't turn it off.

But it didn't happen that I would pull off Elmen Hilde, who was caught up in a rare and noisy thought. I relaxed my arms slightly from her and left Bern.

"Please forgive my disrespect. I am glad and unexpected to see Bernhardt again."

If you don't think so, can I hold you to a person's fiancée? No, it's not good.

Again, Elmen Hilde, don't turn it off.

I don't like to complain about violence while I think about it or end up with it, and I bite my teeth at remorse. Bite the handkerchief, Kee! But I want to say.

On the other hand, Bern, embraced, stared at Ermenhilde's lowered head with an emotionless face like a doll he'd seen for a long time.

You're not supposed to see any emotions, but you also look kind of angry.

"Master Housknecht seems to be mistaken."

"What?"

Elmenhilde raised his head slightly with a strange look, whether it was a call to other manners or the word different.

"I am just a poor aristocrat of gardener apprenticeships. I'm not a Bernhardt or anything."

"To, gardener apprentice...?

I don't even know how she feels when she looks like an asshole. 'Cause it would be hard to believe the former Duke has an apprenticeship as a gardener.

Nothing. I didn't really become a gardener apprentice.

Since coming to Leitbergh territory, Bern has probably faced for the first time in his life something called a monotonous, free day with nothing to do. Or, surprisingly, Bern didn't have a hobby-like hobby.

The only routine, body workout, seems to be done early in the morning, and there's really nothing to do during the long day. I'm a man who can spend his spare time, but he didn't even seem to know what to do, rather than be bad at that. Like a dog who gave him the ball but didn't know how to play it, it was kinda funny how he grated it.

When I asked him what he had been up to in his spare time, he said he had never felt free. She was busy doing something to help Lucas and get ready to stand around well at school.

I feel like you used to come visit me instead, but that doesn't mean I'm free, but rather that I didn't come to make time. I've been free for a long time. I feel sorry for what I've been thinking.

The Bern world may seem vast and actually very narrow, that you are hobbless enough to be able to do a lot more than the crowd.

That's why the free time Bern finally found was garden teasing.

Just when our gardener's grandfather hurt his back, he was craving manpower.

I was scolded for this for the first week or so, but now I am a perfectly fine gardener apprentice. Someone scolds me. His diagram was interesting, so it's a secret that I thought it was a little boring to be scolded less.

If this had been a separate residence for the King's Capital, there might have been a fuss that Bern would not have been allowed to do that, but the servants of the main residence other than Tia and Deacon had never met Bern, so most believe that he is the son of a brilliant poor aristocrat that his father brought to adopt him as his son-in-law. So even if you're playing garden tease, you only feel so much like you're an unusual nobleman just chosen by our Lord, and your gardener grandfather can scold Bern with ease.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm very much in favour of Bern finding a new serene hobby, so I sometimes help, but now I don't care about that story.

"What do you mean? Such as a gardener's imitation on this one...!

Master Elmenhilde, she's gonna be stuffed with blood all over her head! and control with a louder voice.

"The dress will get dirty. Let's go inside, shall we?

Before the servants get together for anything, we have to move somewhere for now.

Our servants are less likely to sit still on the premises because they work lazily under the probable Marquis. It doesn't make sense.

Elmen Hilde was an unequivocal face, but he did decide that he could not stand in the courtyard forever, I said magically and showed him.

When I pinched the waste here, I dragged the drill on both sides of its beautiful face. But I was going to go inside, and I sighed, "Oh, boy."

For one thing Bern went to change his dirty clothes at the garden job, and again in the reception room we were to meet face to face.

"I see you came here looking for Bern without any prior contact."

While monitored from both sides by Tia and Deacon, Ermenhilde was laid back.

I was sneaked along the way to tell the butler that the Count of Housknecht is on edge with the Dukes of neighbouring countries and the Count is a former Speaker. Reasonably, the attitude is unwelcome. That's how much he looked like he knew, so I laughed haha and misled him. Let me just say that my brain capacity isn't big enough for me to remember something I'm not interested in.

There is a proper identity system in this country, but the real sequence is shaped by a balance of power due to various elements such as finances and influence over politics, besides identity. My house is superior in stature, but inside in the sense that I said so.

By contrast, the House Necht family has the strength to be behind the Dukes of neighbouring countries and the Speaker. From what I've seen, Elmen Hilde feels like a typical aristocrat, and you think he's outnumbered the Leitbergh family with strength. Well, in her case, maybe it's because she's confident in herself.

"What is the purpose?

This is the second time in my life I've done this kind of interrogation, but I still don't like it. First of all, I don't like to confront people who are hostile to me in themselves. No, already, I'm freaking out, so you want me to give you a break, or you want me to loosen my eyesight a little bit more, you have long eyelashes and envy!

Even though I felt weak, part of my head was still calmly circling my thoughts about her.

If her purpose is in Bernhardt, Brunsmeyer, it's because it stinks all at once.

Bern purposefully pretended to be dead because Bernhardt Youth Brunsmeyer was the Duke who drew royal blood.

How can I tell it is easy to understand... The premise is that there is no such thing as DNA testing in this world as some strange magic that can prove parent-child relationships. The only thing in this world that can prove parent-child relationships is family registration. Moreover, there are no photographs, so if they lie, the third party cannot confirm their identity. So it can be said that it is quite difficult, or almost impossible, to return a once erased household registration.

It's not true that Kanada Ichikosuke has a distinctive mole in his body.

I mean, what you wanted to say was that what was important to Bern was to erase what proved to be Bernhardt Youth Brunsmeyer, the family registry.

If the family registration disappears, it will be much harder to prove that royal blood is flowing even if Bern himself is alive. Instead, he had to lose his Duke's identity, but he didn't even put it on his teeth.

That said, there are many people who know Bern's face, and once they were supposed to be dead, we decided to wait for public memories about Bern to weather in the countryside under the name of our Leitbergh territory until a new family registry was ready.

But I guess it's sad. It seems that God is so easy, he won't let me live in peace. You must be laughing a little bit about this situation, with absolutely long hair and a long mustache. Chickshaw. Bald!

"Please don't look so scared. I'll tell you what I can do for you, Bernhardt."

I almost got mucked up, but I take a breath to contain it. Well, even if I'm the only one asking right now, Bern will come later and it'll be a hassle twice.

Irritability like warm water recruits me and I'm kind of not feeling well.

I want to ask you something more than that.

"What is it?

At some point, it was a business-like way of talking to each other, to make it a lady's conversation.

"How did you become Master Bernhardt's fiancée?

"How..."

When I met him at the tea party and he helped me where I was about to fall, all I can say is that he applied for an engagement.

Speaking of which, when I first met Caterina, she asked me something similar. Although the Hermenhilde in front of me, even if I return the same answer, is unlikely to convince me as easily as Caterina did then.

"Because it's not weird. I can't believe Master Bernhardt, who was the trail of the Brunsmeyer family, is still with us after he renounced his status after nominating you as the Reetberf family with no power whatsoever. … and shallow to me, I didn't even know why Master Bernhardt had hidden himself from the public. But I thought you must have caused it. So I came here.... If you're tying him up with your cowardly hands, I won't forgive you."

"What the hell"

I was exhausted by a long time of super expansion and accidentally replied with vegetables.

Elmenhilde, why does that happen?

Indeed, marriage is the majority of aristocrats who do it for the house. But that's not everything. Even my parents are romantically married.

Speaking of which, was Clarissa engaged to Aloys because she owed the house? Thinking about it, maybe political marriage is more normal than I think.

Hmm, that's why the blackmail doesn't fly a little too far?

Now you, you're the highly conjectured type. I knew I didn't like it.

"Uh, we chose, you know, to take care of each other and do this. I don't understand why you think that way."

I couldn't resist saying that we were in each other's minds on our own, so I blurred and told her in vague terms, but it seemed to reverse her.

"You ever think about where he stands? The House of the Duke of Brunsmeyer was then a prestigious nobleman who also contended for twelve in the Queen's sect. Everyone thought at first that the Brunsmeyer family had set up a decorative fiancée so as not to inspire other houses."

Seriously. They thought I was a decorative fiancée?

I am shocked by the fact that I now know.

But if you ask me, I couldn't help but think it looked that way. Until the unrest, as she put it, Brunsmeyer was one of the five nobles and boasted twelve powers even in the Queens. Well, Caterina is still the back shield of King Selim's Prince, so he's still in charge of the corner of the five nobles.

There is no way that such a nobleman's trail could result in a politically odorless engagement. and normally, it seemed to me a supremely sincere opinion that a nobleman with some ambition would think so.

Bern is a person who doesn't stick to his identity or anything, and he was always confused, so much so that I was so convinced of the swallowing that it would be extra because I never saw him or myself with those eyes.

Reasonably, someone I didn't know at all in school slapped me in the pussy. Somehow I thought you and the Brunsmeyer brothers and sisters all wanted to get along.

"So when the time comes, I'm sure I'll have a chance to be my real fiancée too, and I just relied on it to graduate, and I heard rumors that you were in school and you were drowned out by Master Bernhardt. I also sent you a letter saying that wasn't possible. Though I never got a reply..."

"Ha..."

"And when Master Bernhardt graduated, I was told he was dead at the arrowhead I was going to ask him directly... I couldn't believe it. No, I didn't want to believe it."

"Heh."

I should have given you back as much as I replied. Oh, but I guess I didn't return it because I'd have trouble with the fact that I exchanged letters.

"Are you serious!?

"Because if you say that, I'm not blackmailing you about Bern, and I'm not a good enough person to listen seriously to people who don't feel well"

"... well, I apologize for your attitude towards you. It was just eight wins. I'm sorry."

Out of the way When I honestly apologized, I was confused, and, uh - I replied not sure.

Is there a sense of eight hits, Kako? Then I would have liked you to stop at the conscious stage, but that doesn't mean it's even human easy.

"But I'm not convinced! I truly admire Master Bernhardt, so that I may not be ashamed to be a member of the Back Student Union, so that I may be of some help... Even if I don't have to be chosen, if I ever get a chance, I've done my best...! Because you met before me, I can't even tell you why. You were chosen, and instead of asking me to turn around, I didn't even get that chance!

Isn't this the real eight wins?

I'm not very happy with the reason you chose me as your fiancée, but I tried so hard for Bern, too! And I tried to argue, yeah, but I realized that this guy really likes Bern as a single girl.

If it was for the status of Duke or Royalty, don't be ridiculous and they yelled at you.

I finally found out about Elmen Hilde and I felt complicated. Somehow, I thought she looked like Caterina. That also goes to Katerina as the villain's warrant lady who comes out of the game.

At that moment, when I smiled so bitterly, her short unexpected words burst into me like sharp bows.

"It's sloppy!

Her words were really just eight hits, like the arm the kid had a seizure and wielded in a mess.

But it brought unexpected action to my mind.

During my monotonous days, I had a fuzzy idea. Only when it becomes a splendid source of troubles, occasionally creeping up on my head and staying away.

And the word sloppy has always been one I've unconsciously kept away from myself.

It was painful and packed my chest all the time, but I don't want Ermenhilde to understand it and I manage to squeeze out the words.

"... I see what you're trying to say. But you think you can ask people about their homes without a prior greeting?

I told you! And it didn't feel neat and comfortable.

It's sloppy! Her accusations have been circling around my head since just now.

It... stared at her stuffed with words and I grabbed my back teeth all the time trying to kick the extra out of my head.

How easy it would have been if I could be as angry as I was at Lyla and Aloys. I can't do that because I know that Ermenhilde really likes Bern? Or because I felt something similar to her and Katerina? Or because I have a burden...

"Sorry to keep you waiting"

Bern came in just fine so as to break the glued air.

Bern is a former Duke, but he doesn't even have a family registration, regardless of what status he is now, so he's going to go with a polite attitude towards Ermenhilde. Even if Bern respects me, I feel scared the other way around.

He looked at us a little bit and seemed to have guessed that there was once a separation between the rewards.

"Dear Bernhardt, pardon my earlier disrespect...!

I stood up and apologized. I controlled her with one hand, and Bern sat down in a motion that flowed next to me.

The face, like the courtyard, saw no emotions and I felt so uncomfortable. Wouldn't Ermenhilde look at Bern's face like this and get scared or something?

Observing her face shining in the rearrangement of the reunion was unlikely to find those kinds of emotions.

"Why are you here? You're not supposed to be around now."

What do you mean, it's not the other way around?

I wondered and tried to ask Bern for an explanation, but it was not necessary.

"Yeah.... actually, I'm on my way to asylum"

Ho, exile. What, asylum? Asylum, that's it, abandoning your own country and fleeing to another country, great people, that asylum, right? Exodus is on the verge of Gestalt collapsing.

I'm sure Elmenhilde must be a genius to surprise me. Just one day today, and that's what surprised me. Honestly, I'm already hungry. I want you to give me a break.

Stunning, distressed and over-informed headaches made me softly hold my temples.

To what Ermenhilde says, the House of Counts of Housknecht was divided into sections and lots of divisions. Among them, Ermenhilde was the direct daughter of the Sokai family, especially the Duke's family in neighbouring countries.

But the head of the sect, who had given it to the Queens in the aftermath of the fiancée disturbance, had lost his legs.

It probably has something to do with the Second Prince, now the King Prince and Queen's protests, because Bern sounded like he was small and from the bottom of the earth listening to the story, and he said things like Vehner.

Even while we were pulling into the countryside, there was a continuing struggle for the hegemony of nobility in the Wang capital. I thought it didn't matter anymore, and I never listened to myself, but as long as Bern is around, he's probably still destined to get involved. Reflect that it was a little too distracting.

Ermenhilde, a direct line at the rise of the division, was forced into marriage by the head of her difficult scumbag division. There are other branches for the new Lord's Seat, each of them holding Elmen Hilde's brothers and sisters in their flag. Warring States.

There is no way that a direct line of Elmen Hilde can escape. Moreover, if we refused to marry, it was more obvious than to see fire that our lives were in danger.

"If I was enough to marry that man and become a puppet, I thought I'd rather die. But if you're going to die, how long will it be before Bernhardt really dies, if you live, at a glance... When I was thinking about it, the Duke's wife gave me a secret book asking me to run away."

And dressed up, relying on hidden property to escape from the King's Capital to here, to the realm of Leitbergh, she was able to reunite safely with the living Bernhardt.

This, if it weren't for me, Elmen Hilde would be the main romantic novel...

"So... Master Bernhardt is here of his own free will..."

"What do you want to say"

Bern is not awesome at Elmen Hilde, who asks badly for a tooth cut.

"What's your engagement to Mr. Lizzia?"

"As I have said many times, I chose to be my fiancée because I like Lizzie, and it is my own will that I decided to die. I can't teach you because knowing more won't get you into exile. No more prying for you."

"... I am"

"Whatever it is, I'm not going to live up to your feelings. Besides, you seem to owe me a favor, but I invited you to the Back Student Union because I thought you'd be suspicious if you didn't include the noble children of some status queen. You should worry more about yourself than about me."

"Bern..."

How many opponents, albeit ermenhilde, don't get a little too cold.

Sure, the other guy is an obnoxious Elmenhilde, but if you say that to the other guy who came to see you so hard while you were being chased, Bern would be the one who doesn't like it.

Or am I sweet...

Elmen Hilde was getting so worked up about what the momentum was when he was hitting me eight times.

"If you leave now, you should get to the nearby boarding town before sundown. You should hire an escort there."

"... Yes. Now that we've served our purpose, we'll be free. … sorry for the inconvenience"

"Eh."

Ermenhilde, shaking the drill and bowing his head, seems to be going to walk away as they say.

I'd appreciate it for you to come home, but isn't this too bad for the aftertaste? I've been pushing so hard to get here. Where did Gats go?!?

Besides, does Elmen Hilde have the prospect of being able to exile properly on his own? I'm worried unintentionally.

"Oh, that!

I was speaking up on her back trying to walk away if I noticed.