I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

"Lizzie, can I come in?

"Go ahead."

After that, I just went to bed, and Bern came to visit me when I was bored in front of the vanity without going to bed.

He gently brings a chair in front of me and sits down.

"What's going on?

'Cause it seemed like something was bothering me.

"... that's not true"

It's a lie. I'm so worried.

No, but I wonder if everyone has something to worry about. What meaningless deception was left only in my heart, and of course Bern, who seemed to foresee my lies, lowered his gaze as troubled.

I've been having a bit of trouble since we started living together in Reetbelf territory.

I've totally missed the opportunity to say it, but even if I don't think about it, I still have a big secret from Bern.

That I have memories of a previous life and that this world is very similar to the game. That I had just met and was afraid of him.

But how do I tell them?

Even as it is, it falls to be treated like a wonder as a child or worried about a head screw.

Bern also has the suspicion that he is aware of the rumbling.

That's all Lila and I were talking about games and the main characters. Isn't it because there's some conclusion in him that you haven't heard that yet? That's why I didn't even think it was a good idea to keep it a secret. It's not the right personality to hide things.

Of course, I had no regrets of relying on the memory of my previous life. At least, I didn't think I did.

Still, one day, I wonder if I'll be anything different from Viola or Lyla, and that's what makes me feel depressed when I realize it. Especially when you look at Bern's back working in the yard, you get attacked by vague anxiety as to whether this is really for him.

Besides, I don't have anyone to talk to about that, so I feel like I'm in a vicious circle.

If it was any different, it wouldn't have happened now.

In the first place, Bern could have assassinated Prince Edwin if I hadn't had previous memories, and Katerina could have been convicted. I wanted them to be happy. I wanted to be happy myself. So it wasn't usually helpful, but think hard, move...

But now, I was starting to think maybe that Viola was with me.

Maybe she just wanted Aloys, that family, to make herself happy, too. Maybe he just made a few mistakes and didn't really change anything from me.

Though I couldn't talk to her in person.

So I don't have any regrets.

If you think so, why didn't you tell anyone? You've been keeping it a secret? I have a voice asking myself that.

It's sloppy!

An accusation that I no longer know as anyone's voice echoed much deeper in my ears.

Bad, huh? It's sloppy...

"I'm sorry."

"What?

I was a little immersed in the world of one, so my gaze swims to a sudden apology.

"About Mr. Housknecht"

Oh, my God. You mean Ermenhilde.

There's nothing Bern needs to apologize for.

"Bern isn't the one who's angry?

Having retained Elmen Hilde, I eventually decided to let her stay overnight. I'm not thin enough to let out a person who seems to be being chased, and I'm sure I'll feel bad for the rest of my life when I hear I've managed after I get out of here.

No matter how much power there is in the Count family to her to try to solidify, the division will not be able to reach the Marquis. You must be tired, and you should get some rest. Persuading him to do so, Ermenhilde said, with a weird face like he had eaten something very unsavory, please.

Until then, when I was passive, I may have suddenly spoken a lot, which surprised me.

Tomorrow, we are going to hear a little more about asylum and about herself.

Bern was about to throw out momentum for real, and Ermenhilde should thank me.

"I thought Lizzie would."

"I was willing to kick you out for that."

"That's why."

I think that's a problem.

"And if she maligns you again, then I'm gonna throw her out without question."

Malice is... exaggerated...

"As much as they said something a little disgusting, I wasn't bullied. Well, what were you doing when you hugged Bern! Thought so."

Fluffy Bern spills a pale grin. What are you happy about?

Then there was nothing to talk about, and I casually dropped my gaze at hand.

Oh, I can give it to my thumb.

"Lizzie."

When he looked up because he was called by his name, he was punching and changing and peeking into my eyes with a serious look.

The grey eyes look like a dark abyss when seen in the dim darkness.

"If you have any problems, I want you to talk to me. But if it's hard for you to tell me, you don't have to. Because you're hiding something from me, and that's how I'm not gonna get hurt."

Interruptly standing up, Bern hugged me to cover me as I sat in the chair.

A moment of exhalation plundered my neck muscles, and I was zooked.

"If you'll let me stay by your side, that's fine."

I kind of got sad watching my wide back rounded up to hug me.

I wish you'd tell me to stay on your side.

I always feel too reluctant to say Bern is bad against me. This is the first time I've realized that I don't like his attitude.

The sarcasm hit his hair on his cheek and tickled a little. When I put my nose on my shoulder, I smelled Bern.

Yet I felt more painful than the embarrassment and comfort of being embraced, like he was in danger, and I turned my arms to that body stronger than usual.

Otherwise, because I wasn't going to know if it was really Bern holding me.

I vaguely and without foundation believed that if I got off the game stage with the Lyra's thing resolved, I would be happy.

But you can't stay like this.

Maybe me and Bern shouldn't stay like this.

I had a dream that night.

There are only elegant beds and desks in small, stone rooms that are completely unrecognizable. It was so dark and cold in the room that there was an apologetically bright window much higher than overhead.

He was sitting on a cold stone wall and leaning his head down disappointed.

The hands were free, but the ankles were fitted with shackles and chained to the fasteners in the corners of the room, which seemed to restrict movement.

He was a prisoner.

I stood blurry across from him, but he didn't seem to see me. I spoke to him a few times, but he didn't respond. Sometimes my shoulders go up and down, so I feel safe because I don't seem to be dead. No, aren't you relieved at all? I don't know.

If I thought his black head was like a Bern, the side he gently raised was exactly Bern.

I lose weight, my insured face is supposed to be Bern, but I blink again and again like a total different person. I don't know how many times I blinked, even though his face doesn't make him anyone but Bern.

My favorite of all, his droopy, must have hung up now, and on the contrary, his whole eye was a horrible shape to fall into.

I thought it was purely scary.

As I stared incredibly, the Bern-like figure moved his neck in a terribly billion-dollar motion, staring out the window with hatefully narrow eyes.

The unreliable light inserted through the window illuminated his eye area, matching his original neat face, as if it were a single picture.

And I was convinced that he was definitely Bern, although I don't know what the principle was.

Then fear and all that blows up somewhere and I'm worried about him and I can't wait.

Why does everything in this world look hateful? If you look closely, the area around the shackles is rubbed and terrible. I'm sure it hurts. And you seem to be losing a lot of weight...

I took an unexpected step and the eyes of Bern, who was supposed to be looking up at the small sky, met.

I opened my mouth a little bit, breathed in, my vocal cords got cum, and I...

I woke up.

I open and close my sleeping eyes several times, surrounded by blurry sadness. Oh, was I dreaming?

I usually wake up and forget what my dreams are about in seconds, but today I can clearly remember why.

Slowly turning his neck toward the window, as Bern in his dreams had done, his bones rattled tiny.

Outside a large window, the little birds fly through the painful blue sky in their eyes. I suddenly flickered, following the whereabouts with my eyes at all costs. Probably wasn't such a great idea when I thought about it, but it seemed like such a great idea at this time.

"That's right! Let's go on a journey!