I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

That came suddenly.

Disturbed hoof sound looming from the rear.

The carriage suddenly increased its speed and began to shake heavily.

Being in a carriage with a front, I tried to see what was going on outside through the front entrance, but I couldn't even help but regain the collapsed position because of the terrible shake.

"What the hell...! Yikes!"

The only passenger, Lizzie, tries to ask for an explanation, and she's about to bite her tongue into a severe shake.

By the side, the trunk containing the change of clothes, etc. was rumbling on the floor of the cradle and carrier, as if it were bouncing itself.

The unidentified hoof sounds louder than just now. It's getting closer.

"Mr. Elmen Hilde, it's okay!?

"Yeah...!

I just want to say that I'm okay but I can't talk well and I can only reply briefly to Lizia, who desperately grabs the floor so she doesn't slip herself but worries about this one.

There's no doubt that the carriage we're riding is currently being chased by someone.

Pursuit? No, there's also the possibility of a bandit. Either way, I'm not happy. There's a difference.

Nevertheless, there was nothing I could do with myself on the car, and when I was even stretching my body and clinging to the floor, for some reason the severe shaking began to calm down a little.

But the signs of the raiders have never disappeared. The carriage stopped completely to say it was.

What does it mean? Don't you have to run away?

My heart sounded like an early bell in the back of my ear, and my hand on the floor of the carrier was trembling at will. That's embarrassing and I grip my hands hard around my stomach.

Lizzie kept her disturbed hair intact and asked if there were any injuries. When I speak out, I'm going to shake off, and I'll just snort.

I guess you can't possibly notice my vanity like that, she broke the cloth in front of the carrier softly in a rushed manner and spoke to Bernhardt, who is in your seat.

"What's going on?

"Got blocked from going"

"How many?

"Two in front, two in the rear"

The whispers between the two of them are so calm that they say they are surrounded, and it feels as if it is strange that only one of me is in a mood.

Shortly after the tremor in his hands calmed down, he heard a man not of Bernhardt.

"I'm sorry to surprise you. Excuse me, but what's this carriage loaded with?

Throughout the front, it's a little hard to hear, so my ears are twitching. Probably one of the raiders, but unexpectedly it was a polite use of words with no lowliness.

"Ko, I went to deliver the ingredients to the Marquis' mansion, so nothing..."

Bernhardt replies in a weak state, changing from a sober mouthful just now. He's usually grand, too, and he's taken for a moment to say it's such a time to be able to act like this.

If it was just the voice, I would have been convinced to be told that it was not Bernhardt who was in your seat, but the seemingly weak-minded youth there.

"Actually, we're looking for people, but could you let me see if they're getting into the carriage?"

His shoulders bounced at will and his heart pulsed loudly. It sounds like it's even raining heavily with a go-go behind my ear.

Definitely.

They're not bandits, they're chasers the guy hired to get me.

"Don't let Elmen Hilde go outside. I'll get rid of it right away."

"You can't kill me."

"... I know."

Just a short, blurry exchange seemed like they could communicate enough, but what is it to me?

Keeps your nerves focused on picking up as much information as you can from the surrounding sounds, much less wanting to ask what you intend to do.

"What's up? Is there anything inconvenient about it?"

Surprised you didn't reply immediately, the man's mouth sounded somewhere to blame.

"No..."

The vibrations of Gotgoto and Bernhardt descending from your seat echo on a carrier wrapped in tension.

But even if I say in a nutshell that I can clean it up, what is Bernhardt going to do?

... you're not going to turn yourself over lightly like this.

That's an overthought, cold sweat blows out. That's right, isn't there any reason why they should help me? Besides, I'm probably hated by him. You can clean me up, every carriage...

Turning her gaze toward Lizia as she became horrified, she was just carefully removing something like a long stick from under her luggage to avoid making any noise.

"No way, are you going to fight...?

When I ask him unintentionally, he looks like he's talking about something. I want to hear what you're doing over here.

Speaking of which, it's somewhat quiet.

Are you even negotiating so you can possibly miss it? Or even a deal that still turns me in...

Thoughts flow to the worse. But as to cut it off, the doubt was quickly dispelled.

For wild screams and yells were clearly heard even through the front.

"My arm. Ah!

"This kid. Huh!

"Ghaaaa"

What is it? What's going on out there? No way, Bernhardt...!?

No matter how strong he is, it's impotent to deal with as many as four people on his own.

Being completely unaware of the situation caused more anxiety and fear than expected. I want to make sure and feel a little relieved. In an unexpected attempt to get out, he reaches out to the rear entrance, a slice of cloth dripping like a curtain.

"Don't go out there!

Even with Lizzie's voice coming after her, she couldn't beat fear and curiosity. The moment a fingertip stretched in defiance of the stop touches the cloth in a few moments.

"Huh?"

There was a thick arm growing out of a dazzling rift.

And that furry hand grabs my wrist with all-powerful force.

"Hih!"

Grabbed with such force that his wrist is likely to break, he is pulled straight out of the carriage.

I was blinded by the glare of the sun because I suddenly went outside from the dim carriage, not knowing what was, but in shape and nothing happened, and I stuck out of my face to the ground.

"Ugh."

Gravels and pebbles ate into his face and palms, hurting and making an unpleasant noise as sand cluttered between his eaten teeth. Especially since the area around the chin is sore, maybe the scratches have been made.

It was the first time I was born to plunge into this ground, and the next thing I felt in pain was terrible humiliation.

"What...!

I woke up and tried to stare at the man who looked at me like this, but I didn't have to.

Because they grabbed my hair from behind, and forced me to stand up with the indiscriminateness of even pulling things up.

There was an unpleasant feeling of butch and hair falling out, and a scream broke out of my mouth at the pain and the rising fear, the unknown passion.

The man seems to be a lot bigger and gets toed up because he was pulled up his head all the way around his shoulder. As a result, I can't even seem to be satisfied. It was no longer a humiliating step.

"Oh no! Get off me!!

"You, Elmen Hilde!

"Wow, I'm not like that...!

I am forced to turn my face up, my throat clogged and I hold my breath for a moment. At some point the overflowing tears conveyed a mellow cheek.

You're supposed to be here to catch me, so they won't kill me. Even though I knew that, I felt my whole body's blood draw to the too cold of my eyes looking down at me. My fingertips were cold and my chills and fears rose like they were being whispered with limp hands, and when I realized I was crying like a child with a seizure.

"Ha, let go! Get off me. Yeah!

At least I desperately scratch an arm like Marutai with resistance, but it doesn't do much from the thick clothes.

Something raw and warm from the face of a man looking down at me about to become semi-frequent, something soggy dripped with tears to his wet cheeks and chest.

"Ah... ah..."

Blood.

If you look closely, the man's forehead is broken, and the blood that overflows from it is dripping off.

I trembled when my hands and legs crippled, and if I didn't have a hand that grabbed my hair, I would still fall. A mouth that is forced up and left open can't even utter a decent word like its tongue has been plucked out.

Also in the meantime, the pottery and viscous Shizuku drip, slipping down to the cheeks on his nose. The nausea stirred up at the smell of blood mixed somewhat with the raw odor in the iron smell.

At this time, I finally realized.

The truth is, I didn't know anything.

There was no basis or certainty whatsoever, and I was the only one who was okay, when I could do it as well as I've ever done, I assumed so.

That's why I didn't know anything. The danger of exile, and the horror of being threatened with life. Nothing.

Time goes back.

The Mansion of the Marquis of Leitberg. Lygia, who met again in the reception room, somehow benevolently said:

"That's why I'm going for the port town of Bere with Mr. Ermenhilde"

I wonder what it is.

I don't seem to understand one thing and I blink again and again.

"Lizzie..."

Across from me, Bernhardt, sitting next to Lygia, called her nickname with a slightly pitiful voice that boiled down her shudderness and perplexity.

"Either way, we were going to get to Vele soon, weren't we?

"That's when the winter's over, isn't it?

"It just turns into a story before winter gets real."

Wouldn't winter be quite different before and after it came?

Winters in this country, which has a long and cold climate to the north and south, are long, with snow-covered half of the year, he said, in the northernmost Venor territory and elsewhere. Or is it a convincing story if you intend to go from Behre to the south, where the tourism industry is developing.

"Lizzie..."

I can't help but be heartily surprised at Bernhardt, who once again looked so distressed by his own fiancée with a pitiful voice.

Because to my knowledge he only had either the usual blurry, emotionally invisible look or the hard to get close to when he was partitioning the back student union.

So I couldn't imagine him loving someone deeply.

I believed her engagement to Lizia was temporary, as the world rumored.

All I have is the power of my parents' home called the House of Counts of Housknecht and the blood muscles of the Dukes of neighbouring countries, and this appearance, which is generally said to be beautiful. Other than that, she's a boring woman, but I'm sure enough to be his fiancée candidate. And the Duke of Brunsmeyer's house is a queen. Likely.

I'm sure Bernhardt won't love me.

But I didn't have to be loved to be on my side.

If I loved him and could devote myself from the bottom of my heart, he said I should be much happier than the way I live to shrink myself in a marriage almost as close to house arrest as my mother.

And when I was to flee this country, it wasn't about family, friends, or titles that drove me crazy. I just wanted to see Bernhardt purely. Otherwise, I will remain nothing and be made good of someone else again.

You made me act so bold that I was surprised that such an obsessive thought pushed me without a greeting.

But how'd it go, actually?

All his love and kindness, which I didn't make a prediction, was directed only at her, and there wasn't even a gap for me to get in there.

How... how miserable.

No, maybe this is a natural reward. It is a natural reward for shallow me for not believing the rumors that they were amiable and trying to take him away from Lizzie at my convenience.

Heat builds up in your eyeballs, slightly distorting your overturned vision.

I feel like an idiot to float around that maybe you could asylum with me. I wonder what the hell I was thinking.

I thought I'd spill tears and grip my young leaf skirt tight.

It seemed strange that my wasted efforts, which I had brought only the best dress, were now full of fleeing.

"... ok. I'm telling you, I'm putting Lizzie's safety first."

"Yes, sir."

Looks like he was getting into his own world. I noticed that there was some sort of settlement between the two of them.

The power relationship seems to be superior to Lizia. I can't believe that Bernhardt is talking... and I'm surprised I don't know how many times.

"Mr. Elmenhilde. It's okay if we join you to the harbor town of Bale, right?

Lizzie asks, as if we were going to make a job deal.

Of course, my answer is settled.

"Fine. I'll be fine by myself."

I don't need pity.

Besides, what's in it for her to get me to the veil? Instead, from her, I shouldn't be able to help if they think I've come to take my own fiancée. Or are you going to offer to cooperate and betray me somewhere? If you don't, you're the only one who can weather.

Lizia aside, Bernhardt is not supposed to abandon me for being a subordinate, albeit at one time. I'd say so, but I can't tell you if he's any more reasonable and ruthless than anyone else, and that's what I was attracted to.

"Really?"

Lizzie looked at me with eyes like she saw a child squeezing waste.

"What is it?

I feel like I've been made a fool of, and I'm a little mucky.

"How is Mr. Elmenhilde going to get to Vele? If I hire a guard in a nearby lodging, can I just protect you with the escort I hired on the spot? Reetberg's security is better, but we can't guarantee the quality of the escort, and there's a rumor soon that a good daughter with an escort will be found by the chaser."

"It's..."

"Or even pretending to be a civilian? I don't really want to say it, but I don't think I can. You don't even know how to ride a Tsuji carriage."

You wouldn't even know.

I almost got stuck, but when I knew what she was saying was shooting at me, I held my mouth.

What a roundabout yesterday I felt like a woman who seemed nice to people, but she's much firmer than I think.

For the first time since she told me, I grabbed my lips realizing how unplanned I was until I got here.

"Probably not as easy as Mr. Elmenhilde thinks."

"... it doesn't mean I'll be safe with you."

"Right. But Bern is much stronger than the guards with his arms there, and you can count on him."

Of course I know that.

Whatever it was, he had already put together and led a club in his second year, where equestrianism and martial arts boasted cutthroats and could be described as meritocracy supremacy. There was no such person as Prince Edwin who could insult him, and there were many who respected him. At the same time, he was afraid.

"I can't help but have a bad aftertaste when it comes to kicking you out here and getting caught or finding a body. Plus I can see Bern's face all the way to Bale. It's a good thing for Mr. Elmenhilde, isn't it?

She laughed and showed it like she was a lot older than me when she said that and all three were younger.

I rented a wagon that was just coming to deliver the ingredients, and the entrance was also strictly concealed with cloth, in which Lizia and the two of them were to hide for the Roman realm next door first.

It will be a little far to the bale, but it is said that there is no way to do it.

Who drives says Bernhardt does. I can no longer say I worshipped them. I can't apologize for letting them pull the carriage.

To confuse the chaser, the carriage I came in remains empty, to the Wang capital a few moments ago. Then a maid in my dress deliberately made several statements from the back entrance and headed for the Inn Town with a horse.

Even if all the chasers don't go that way, they can disperse it.

The contents of the carrier are dim and the floor is stiff. I'm glad to say the ride almost sucks.

In contrast to me sitting in the corner with no place to put myself, Lizia was working to improve the environment by spreading blankets and moving luggage. Laughing like a secret base and having fun is nothing but swallowing from anywhere.

I wonder if she's an energetic weather woman who hasn't thought about anything, and suddenly she even creates an adult rather aged atmosphere. Somehow, I don't have a clue.

"Why are you so kind to me?

My butt ached early, I broke the knee I was holding, and I asked somehow as I sat down.

"Gentle, or..."

Mm-hmm. The roaring voice sounded like a mockery somewhere.

"I don't want anyone to hate me because I'm a coward. Besides, everyone will want to be nice to people. If you want to be nice to people, you have to be nice to people."

Then now I show you niggling and cleverly lifting only one end of your mouth.

"Well, it's like building virtue."

"Virtue...?

"Oh, you don't know by virtue. Uh, good deeds...?

"That's rude."

"I wonder if Mr. Elmenhilde doesn't want me to tell you! Yeah, well, I forgot to tell you, but I won't tolerate it during my journey."

"Oh, forgiveness?

"If you say anything rude, I'll say it back, and if you do anything weird to Bern, I'll pull a thousand drills."

It's bad for Lizzie, who lets you be polite up to the pull thousand cut motion, but what the hell is a drill?

There is no such mechanical part of my body. No, there shouldn't be.

"So don't hesitate, Mr. Elmenhilde."

Even if I didn't, would you have been careful?

I don't know how to deal with her before I sold the fight in person for the first time. If you're being nice to me, don't.

Oh, I really wonder what I'm doing.

The toe unconsciously scratches the floor of the carrier.

And that came suddenly.