I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

The attempt of the journey to run even country roads and take a shorter amount of time had so far worked, except for the fact that the body savings were sorely painful in the wagon sway and the fact that they were so stuck surrounded by herds of sheep along the way that they were wheeled by mud.

We had a meal at the rest stop on the way over, but the meal tasted terrible, to be honest.

It was chilled, flavored thin, and not as if. But I was not in a position to complain, so I ate silently. Lizzie seemed sorry to leave a little, so I guess she still didn't find it tasty either.

Bernhardt cleverly put the beans on the edge of the plate, and Lizzie was angry. He doesn't like beans. The way it looked was like a child, and to the point where I laughed, I was getting used to traveling too.

But everything didn't work out so well, and it was about half of the itinerary, when I finally entered Bolmanic territory.

Lizia, who had never looked good, was almost forced to change driving after lunch and was returning to her carrier.

Still motionless and noisy, across the street from me spending time as a luggage, Lizia has repeatedly slept and awakened shallow in her blanket in a posture that has been sitting still for a long time now.

"Are you sure you're okay? I think you should lay down."

His face, swollen up with a low roar, seemed so sick that he could see it in the dark.

"Something disgusting, maybe?

"Huh."

Why is it doubtful?

Lizzie rubs her head on her raised knee a few times, holding the edge of her mouth a little before saying she seemed sorry.

"I'll apologize first. Sorry."

"What's ahead?!?

"Sorry if I threw up"

"Ahhh."

"Because I haven't thrown up yet! If you get so far away from me, you're hurting me!

Did her own shout echo her head, Lizia groaned again and put her head back between her knees.

This is the first thing in earnest.

Then Lizzie had a terrible fever, which meant taking the inn and putting her to rest.

Coincidentally, the heart of Bormanic territory was closest, so we managed to get there before sundown.

I honestly didn't think the lodging Bernhardt had found was like a horse cabin, but I can tell he's decent compared to the lodging he still seems to collapse after trying to get by.

Lizzie repeated that she was fine, but she was barely talking about whether she had the energy to fix it when she reached the inn.

Where she gestures and says, when she opens her mouth, she throws up.

While I go through the lodging process, I can only scratch her back and speak up, which is kind of very uncomfortable.

"I don't like Borman... I don't like Borman..."

While Bernhardt was negotiating with the innkeeper, Lizia repeatedly said she didn't like Borman, even though she was cold or rattled trembling bright blue.

Didn't you throw up when you opened your mouth?

I remember a fairy tale I read as a child about a king who could only speak the same language, and I asked him why he hated it so much.

"I don't like Bolman...!

and Lizzie screamed weakly, crying a little.

"Why do you hate me so much..."

What did Viscount Bormann do? Sure, but I've never heard very good rumors.

Lizia, who is powerful instead of the sick, left it to Bernhardt, and I decided to go to my room first.

Everywhere in the inn was crude and miserable, but boneless making seemed reassuring only in terms of security. Even in terms of a comfortable sleep, it must be heaven compared to a carriage.

When I put my stuff down and went into the room to help Lizia change, there was a sniffing noise from the bedroom. I guess I finally got to my nose. Poor thing...

"I brought a change of clothes, but I think I can do it alone..."

I tried to peek into Lizzie's face, a little bit.

Lizzie was crying when she caught the blanket on her nose.

"Duh, why are you crying!

"I'm sorry, I can't waste my time here"

I didn't know why I was crying, and I feared I'd bring a chair beside my bedroom and sit back.

Lizzie seemed ashamed to be seen crying, hiding the top half of her face, which was out of the blanket with her back of her hand.

As I watched her sniffle, I was now reminded of three younger girls than myself and I felt complicated speaking of them.

"You have no choice. You're sick."

Even though I don't know how to comfort myself and desperately think about what I got when I was a kid, all I remember is how my room was so big and luxurious but cold as it was here.

Should I even hold hands?

I think so, but not courageous enough.

"But me, I can only drive a carriage, and I can't believe I'm sick in a place like this even though my body is only sturdy"

You can't even drive a carriage to me, it's practically luggage...

Speaking of which, I left lunch, but maybe that was because I didn't feel good. Besides, it probably wasn't a good idea to have been in the wind for a long time to drive the carriage.

I'd at least wipe your tears with the towel I brought you with the change of clothes, but the guard on my hand makes me look like I'm dancing alone weird. I can't really tell you to get your hands off me, and what am I really supposed to do?

"To me..."

Obviously with a stuffy nose, Lizia went on without anyone with a voice that was going to disappear.

"There's nothing particularly awesome about it, and I'm sure there are plenty of other people like Bern like Ermenhilde, and yet I, the guy, have something to hide... I have to tell you! I think so, but I can't tell you all the time."

Lizzie was confused because of the fever, and the content of the story seemed closer to a single word than to turning to me.

As I wandered away, I gave a subtle consolation as to whether it fit or not with that.

"I wonder"

"Oh, yeah!

"But I guess it's cowardly..."

I'm not a coward.

I see signs of stopping crying and hurry to chase him.

But it seemed counterproductive, and Lizzie starts crying again, trying.

Wow, what the hell do I do...

Shouldn't we leave this place to Bernhardt, not me? When I started thinking, I heard footsteps approaching the room and the door was knocked.

Heavenly help and hurried to open the door, he immediately sat in the way I had moved into the chair I had been sitting in until earlier, realizing Lizzie was crying.

"What's wrong, Lizzie? What's so hard about that?

Put your hands around her, Bernhardt said in a terribly worrying voice.

Lizia then took a few deep breaths and brutally wet her tears with the back of her hand.

"It's gonna be okay."

And until just now I was so messed up, I cheer that it's nothing.

It seemed to me like a mother who was going to worry her child extra.

"What about Mr. Lizzia?

"I slept."

You should be alone, waiting blurry outside the room for a while.

Bernhardt, coming out of the quieter room, kind of looked smaller than usual.

"I'm going to go buy it out before Lizzie wakes up, are you coming too?

He asked if he had any thoughts, which seemed a little uncomfortable.

Of course, there was no reason to say no, and I didn't want to take a look at the city myself, so I hurried to get my coat on, shoved my hair together inside my broad hat by my toes, and get myself into shape.

I wonder if it's like a big merchant's daughter. I said I might be more confused with clothes like town girls, but then they stand out the other way around.

The evening city walking after Bernhardt was not very vibrant and had a somewhat closed atmosphere.

As soon as you get out of the inn, the street is large enough to be properly cobbled and the carriage different. Even so, shriveled vegetables and fashionable clothes are arranged at the store, and wild dogs sleep with beggars in the peeping alley. Overall, it was dusty and faded.

Everything was so inferior to the Wang Capital that I wanted to ask if this was really the center town. Is this what all the Viscount centers are like?

I don't really feel comfortable asking that because I feel like I'm publicly speaking out of public ignorance.

Bernhardt opened his mouth securely as he narrowed his eyes into the sunset over a spire that softened on his right hand.

"I cared I showed you the ugly part"

"That's not..."

Needless to say, Lizzie will be.

After that, could she have told him the reason for the tears?

Bernhardt remains watching the sunset with no expression on his face. But he still doesn't look energetic at all.

"I cried to you... that I had something to hide"

A sharp gray eye can be pointed at me. You can't find emotion there. Previously and forever. I yearned for a place like that where no one would rule me over anything.

"I don't know the details. But I thought you two should discuss it properly..."

Bernhardt didn't say anything to my concierge, just a small sigh. It seemed to me to mean it was an extra favor, or something that came out because I felt impudent about myself.

I have a little flame of jealousy when he talks and stares at Lizzie.

But now, wasn't that just what was being directed at Lizia? That's what it looks like.

Lizzie pulled out a bunch of aspects of him I don't know and showed me. It's natural that this guy was human every time, but for me, there's a fresh surprise, and at the same time, there's loneliness, but there's more relief to me than that.

A lot of emotions come up like this busily, I guess.

"I may have layered myself with you for just a little while."

Bernhardt smiled bitterly and whimpered a little that he knew.

Yes, you knew.

I felt something like starch accumulating in the depths of my chest melting softly.

"What does Master Bernhardt like about Mr. Lizzia?

Word came out sooner than I thought.

Bernhardt remembers pretending to sleep and standing ears, creating a tannic surface.

He stared at the sky with nothing to look for a few answers and seemed to be looking for words, but suddenly laughed all the time. It's like a laugh that I couldn't help but spill.

"Lizzie's face is cute when she's surprised or spooked like catfish."

Oh, my God. Too diagonal of expectations.

"Oh, yeah..."

I don't think catfish are cute or even similar to me. I didn't have the courage to say anything.

That's right, Master Bernhardt, your point of view is different from people's.

Second, I envy the other me, groaned.

Lizzie said, not Bernhardt.

I felt like he would understand his loneliness. I thought we were alike.

But not at all.

He's got Lizzie, he smells a lot more human than I think, he's pathetic, he can throw everything, but he wants to protect it, and I think he's very, very jealous.

The moment I became aware of it, my chest stiffness disappeared and I was a little brighter in front of me.

I finally found a thread to sort out my feelings.

I kind of want to skip.

While Bernhardt wondered me because of my sudden upbeat mood, it was time to buy the fruit that I had dried on schedule in a sunny mood and was on my way to the pharmacy.

I hear the horse's hoof from the rear and the heavy noise around the wheel, and I glance over the tip of my hat.

A two-headed luxurious carriage was running through the middle of the street. The carriage is running with tremendous momentum, just because it doesn't matter that it's a crowded street.

It was a bad carriage to look at. Even if I take one of the horse decorations, it sparkles in vain and I have a bad taste.

Returning her gaze forward as she pulled over to the edge, an old woman with a cane came out of the sidewalk.

"Ah!"

The wand caught on to the cobblestone indentation, and the old woman went down the road. She's blind or crawling, looking for a wand.

I had a bad feeling.

The old lady knows the carriage is approaching, she's looking for a wand in a hurry, but she's about to panic, she's so misguided, and she's reaching out to the carriage track.

Of course the carriage running down the driveway slowed down and looked like it would stop.

But he exchanged a word or two with the man in the carriage, and he waved a whip instead of stopping the horse.

The horse hisses and the carriage returns to its original speed again.

You must be kidding!? How do you speed it up?

She hasn't even stood up yet!!

Residents watching this sight in the streets hide themselves in the shadows as if they were even afraid to catch the eye of a human on a carriage instead of helping an old woman.

While doing so, the carriage was left to the old woman, and I ran away.

"Stop!"

I heard a Bernhardt stop coming from behind, but I don't mind that. Running over to the old lady.

I don't have the arm to hold her crawling on the ground with cheats, and I can't afford that. The carriage is already here!

I spread my hands to intimidate the horse, and in the form of shelter for the old woman I stood on the carriage path.

The horse stood in surprise at me, and the carriage stopped suddenly.

"What are you doing! Get out of the way!

"What are you thinking! Or do you think I didn't see this guy? Then you should have your eyes looked at by a doctor."

"Do you know who this carriage is carrying!

"It's noble anyway, isn't it? I can't believe it at all. The duty of nobility will be to protect the life of the territory and the people deposited from His Majesty. Of its inhabitants, and taking the lives of such a weak woman lightly, what do you mean, noble? I know a five-year-old like that. Shame on you!

My voice echoes in a quiet street, and the blood that was up my head goes down a little bit.

As I stepped back, I remembered what was important.

That right now I'm not a Housknecht family person, I'm pretending to be the daughter of a merchant with no power whatsoever.

Come on, I'm losing blood.

Not good... No, not a good place.

"This, disrespectful...!

"Wait."

And there was a voice that deceived him, and the curtain was opened. Pass well, good voice.

Gaze at the person in the dim carriage. He looked interestingly at my whole body from toe to top of his head and looked interestingly open.

Open it.

The man who slowly stepped down, causing his lord to open the door, stroked his thinned hair beautifully, with a nice width, but somewhere a nervous vibe.

"This is..."

Laughs like a snake.

Intuition showed that this man knew himself.

A cold one runs on Zorr's spine and looks back for help.

I may or may not have done something terrible.

I looked for Bernhardt in the hedge many times.

But I couldn't find him.