I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

Thick, hairy arms that broke the front of the carriage and appeared all the time.

The moment I realized my arm was grabbed by the pain of my wrist bones, I was rolling out of the dim carriage and out of the daylight.

I couldn't properly shelter my face from what I didn't expect, and I started teasing the ground and the enthusiastic kiss. The sand in my mouth in the fallen clap is making a jarring and unpleasant noise between my eaten teeth.

Gravels and pebbles ate into his face and palms and hurt. 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 a man who had this eye for me, 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. Because of this, I can't even be satisfied.

"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, my chills and fears rose like they were being whispered with limp hands, and when I realized I cried like a child who had eclampsia, and at least desperately pulled an arm like a marutai with resistance.

Anyway, I couldn't help but want to escape from this man.

and suddenly something raw and warm on my cheeks. That goes on and pounds and falls from the top.

"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 the high clay Shizuku drip, slipping down to the cheeks on his nose. The smell of blood somewhat mixed with raw odor in the iron smell made me nauseous and I was attacked by intense regret.

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.

I was finally reminded with my own fearlessness to the point of my horror and ignorance.

When I grew up, the man asked me again if you were Ermenhilde.

Something to snort at.

I am the direct daughter of the Earl of Housknecht. Such humiliation must not be forgiven at all.

I think so, but honestly say yes, will he let himself go?

Such a sweet whisper annoys my heart.

I want to be free from this unpleasant situation as soon as possible. If you've never seen someone else's blood before, you can't be bathed.

We should go to asylum with Bernhardt. What a childish dream. Why didn't you notice before you jumped out of the mansion? I, I...

The blood is distracting and kind of flirty.

My neck hurts. The scalp keeps pulling.

Anything anymore, I wanted to be released. Anyway. Come on.

It was when my lips carelessly tried to shape the word of affirmation.

"Fight!"

Out of the way hanging between.

Reflectively speaking, I looked behind the man's back and saw Lizia shaking something like a stick.

Brave and benevolent, she twisted her torso with something like a triangular flat plate on the tip of the stick she grips.

What is that? What the hell.

Is that... a shovel?

"Lots!!

The soaking part of the shovel accurately captured the man's side head.

The cranioskeletal and metallic impact seems to be coming through the arm being caught to me.

The eye under the chopped brow opens to see if this is still the case, and from the mouth, unexpectedly, something like a cough that bleeds out of the air spits out with it.

The whole body leans.

The feeling of my hair being pulled off disappeared, and if I noticed, I was free from the man's hands.

But the fearless leg can't do it well, and sits down naggingly.

The man seemed to be such a sturdy built body that he managed to step on it even as he stepped on it.

Nevertheless, I still blink my eyes because of the decency or because I am unconscious back and forth.

Speaking of which, this man has a brand new injury that makes him bleed on his forehead. You must have already hit him in the head.

How sturdy. Is it made of rock? Will my ignorance be as extreme as this?

Still, I move my legs desperately trying to turn to the person who hit me again.

I woke up from a silly thought at the look of it, and fear of violence and death crept up again, and I screamed unexpectedly.

"Come on!

and shouted majestically, and Lizia blew the man's head off with a shovel that once again shook with all her might, as the words put it. Be polite. Now we're on the other side. Not a round trip binta, a round trip shovel. I don't know what that means.

That was already a great swing.

If the other guy was a big nutcracker, the head area might have slipped out and flown away drawing beautiful radiation. Of course, the other person is a biological person, so nothing grotesque happens that only the head blows up. Can it happen?

Perhaps, ten or eighty-nine, he was helped. but I thought it was a ghost at the lack of forgiveness.

If people ask you so much, you don't seem to be able to say no, you have a weak look, and it's hard to see why...

No, 'cause you can shake a shovel so far without hesitation to a living human being who's bleeding and relaxing? Can I just shake it off? Or what's the distraction? What the fuck!?

The nearly raised scream also frightened him back to the back of his throat.

I can't chase understanding.

Horrible. Too horrible.

A servant man couldn't stand a second blow, and he finally passed out.

Then, as he was removed from the invisible restraint, he suddenly began to hear the doddly pulsating sound of his heart, losing strength from the joints that were tending to solidify. It creeps in like the air cut the weir and spills it in a little bit.

Speaking of Lizia, he was struggling badly to tie up a giant who collapsed into a bluff with a shovel beside him. How dare you...

Horrible. Too horrible.

Speaking of which, what about Bernhardt?

I looked back without any concern, remembering my first purpose so as to escape reality from the sight in front of me.

I looked back and regretted it.

There were three potato worms rolling. It is about the size of an adult male. I mean, he was a straight adult male.

An adult man of good stature is knocked out of alignment by the time he has no skin, some groaning in pain, and some lying without a pickle.

Bernhardt, who was probably the tenant who beat them up, kicked one side head relentlessly just yet trying to show his will to rebel.

"Hino..."

I think it sounded obviously more ferocious than when I hit him with a shovel.

They're both taking blows to the enemy's side of the head, but is that also the decision? I didn't take martial arts classes, so there's no reason to know, but I thought I was pushing them at school...

No way.

Horrible. Too horrible.

"Are you all right, Mr. Elmenhilde?"

When I felt the warmth on my back and looked back, Lizzie was stroking my back with a refreshing look on her face.

Her body temperature stained with twitching from over her thick winter clothes, and then the feeling of distant hands and feet returned, and the thread of my nerves, strained in a series of things that were too unexpected, finally chopped a thousand times.

I mean, more terminally, if it's a cliché, I'm embarrassed to have passed out.

Gattan.

Stoned and the wheel jumped wide at one time.

My consciousness was rapidly gathered, scattered by the impact of a slightly raised back falling, and I woke up.

"Oh, I'm up."

The brown curtains are shaking in a blurry and blurry view.

Even so, intermittent vibrations were coming from his back, telling him that this was not the indoor area.

The blanket was well covered, but I feel the cold and tremble.

After a few blinks, my vision became clearer, and I finally realized that I had mistaken Lizzie's hair for a curtain peeking into my face.

"Are you okay? Anywhere it hurts?

"... I don't"

Like when I slept for a long time, my voice out of my dry throat was badly blurred. My throat is iggy.

"I feel better."

I never felt better, but not so bad. As she loosened her neck and shook it sideways, Lizzie lowered her chest.

Where am I?

I did get surrounded by chasers, dragged out, got Lizzie to help me, Bernhardt was kicking me in the head, and yes, that's why I passed out.

After coughing several times at the discomfort of his throat, he was given a water bottle. Unfortunately, I don't have a cup to accept.

My head hadn't worked well yet and I was just staring at the water bottle wondering what was going on. Following the swing of the carriage, the contents of the water bottle tend to make a chilling noise.

"What's going on?

"The cup..."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I don't have a glass."

I mean, you think I just have to put my mouth on it and drink it? Oh, no.

"That's nasty."

"You really are a lady named Hermen Hilde."

For a moment I thought they said they hated me, but I saw a pure surprise in Lizzie's face.

"You must be a lady too."

"Me? Because I'm a lady who can put her mouth directly on and drink water"

Not at all explained. Isn't it just self-declaration?

She seemed softly restless as she did when she left the Mansion of the Marquis of Leitbergh, so I was wondering if she was new to the long journey, too, but she might actually be used to the journey.

I didn't get a single step out of the mansion, other than an important tea party or night club, and someone was always watching me. I thought that was normal. Until I enrolled in school.

"I don't have a cup anyway, so be patient"

I can't help it without it. If you think about it, you're on your way to asylum. I don't know about luxury. Above all, it was an indisputable fact that I was thirsty.

I moistened my throat with water and my head became largely clear to me, telling me little by little what happened to her after that.

Apparently one of the pursuers, the first man I've spoken to, named him Deacon Apprentice of the House of Counts of Housknecht. I didn't recognize him, so when I said he was supposed to be a butler apprentice at the branch, even if he was really a butler apprentice. Oh, I knew I got a reply.

As for the other information I heard, the remaining three who attacked me were the so-called rough men employed, with a total of twelve pursuers. Three of them are already ahead of each other to Behre.

My destination, my neighbour, the Kingdom of Hestiglia, is a power that flourishes in the rich lands of the south. Just a big country. That's huge already. From here to the heart of Hesteria from the Kingdom of Cornelia, it takes six months, no matter how hasty you go by road.

On the other hand, the sea routes vary in regular flights from Baele to Hestiglia, as well as in the types of merchant ships, travel ships and ships, and once you get on board, there is nothing to say. I've heard of it.

Of course I've never been on it. Half my blood seems to be there.

Being ambushed in a veil probably means that the opponent must be making a high that he cannot possibly be able to cross a harsh mountain or something on a noble lady. I can't deny it, so I regret it all the more.

Besides, if I get on a boat to the port town of Hestiglia, they can't follow me any further. It would still be a sea route if I were to take it.

"I can't be more alert than I need to be until Verre, and it looks like Bern has some ideas"

"Why not? If it was the four of us who attacked just now, and it was the three of us who headed to the veil, there'd still be four more, wouldn't there? Mostly, what happened to the guys earlier?

Lizzie continued this way, forgiving me for repeating the question early on.

That the other four shouldn't be able to catch up with this carriage because they should have headed to track down the samurai who pretended to be me. And that one is keeping an eye on the Reetbelf Mansion just in case.

"How can you say it's impossible to catch up?"

"Doesn't Mr. Elmen Hilde say it's because of you?

"... I don't."

I'm not lying.

Around me, in that large, narrow mansion, there was no one to speak face to face even if they complained about me. I felt that way somehow because I've just been looked a little naughty. I was a little shocked Lizzie told me because I was feeling it.

"I don't know what to say to those people, but this is how you decided to get them to work together with the right attitude and reward..."

What is proper attitude and reward?

Maybe even if you insult me for not knowing the world and trying to deceive me in vague terms.

That made me feel kind of uncomfortable and stuffed with wrinkles between my eyebrows.

"Say it more plainly."

Lizia looks uncomfortable, glimpsing her gaze without meaning.

Again, deception...

"Well, somehow, the... takeover?

"Why not?"

"With the power of money and physical language, promise other chasers to teach the path of lies…"

"So you're saying those men won't be blamed for anything?

"It will..."

Lizzie shrugged her neck, like she couldn't understand me.

"That's crazy! People who did bad things should be brought to justice!

No matter who it is. Especially not a man like my father.

If not, isn't it strange?

Anger springs up in me. No, maybe that anger was because he remembered himself for being miserably frightened, or because he misdirected his anger at that man who pulled me out of the car and worked rampantly.

Lizzie even half-opened her mouth to the dusk, blinking her eyes patchy again and again.

"Hey, what's that face?"

"Hih, I've seen someone say something common sense in a long time."

"Huh?"

"No! You're right! If you do anything wrong, you're going to be judged! You always said there was one truth, and Jicha said it! Ha ha."

Poor thing. Lygia seems to have gone crazy because she hasn't slept.

I don't know what you're saying, but I don't think the truth is always the beginning of saying one thing. I wonder why.

Still swimming my eyes, haha keep laughing. You are right and emotionally unstable.

I decided to think it must be because of my lack of sleep.

If not, you must have seen something not good while I was asleep.

Poor thing...

Never been cautious though.

They say Bernhardt has been running carriages all night since then.

"I can't believe you drive all the time by yourself. I wonder if it's hard..."

"It's okay. You'll be taking turns with me in a little while."

"Is that... are you okay?

"What?"

It's rude to make you feel worried about your driving skills! and they pulled my hair.

Why are you pulling my hair!

The crappy dispute with Lizia soon ended, and when I glanced at the front entrance with the cold wind coming in, the ridges of the distant mountains glowed golden.

Morning sun.

Apparently, he'd been out of his mind for a long time. I guess it's because I've been nervous lately.

"You don't have to sleep?

"Hmm... I slept a little, but I kind of had a bad dream. Oh, maybe you're worried about me!? Mr. Elmen Hilde took me!?

Lizzie gestured surprised to exaggerate and laughed mean.

It also looks like I can't do it anywhere, and I'm losing more and more standing.

She's probably a sweet person.

Too kind, though, is a little hard on me. Because I don't know how to respond.

As we travel, will we be able to understand?

Can you be so that I can honestly say thank you for her kindness?

And Bernhardt and I want to talk properly.

I know they'll give me back my cold attitude, and I've already been through it when I was in school, so there's nothing more to it now. The sad ones are sad though.

I just want to put an end to my love for him for making me decide to run away from home for a generation.

I don't know how I can end it, though I don't know yet.

"Wow, wow"

Gently breaking the entrance, Lizia brought a moan.

The night was about to be driven high into the sky by the intense light of the sun that began to climb. On the ridges of the mountains it is as if the fire were on fire.

"Awesome..."

That's really all I could say.

Think about it, this could be the first time I've ever woken up at such an early hour to see the sunrise.

While I keep repeating that Lizzie and I are awesome like I remember one of the fools, I just feel a little lighter.

I'm sure it's not all that bad.

That's what bothered me.

A silhouette of black birds appeared in the east sky.

It looked like it was flying straight this way.