I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

Determined to stay up all night, I sat at a small table I kept by the window and watched to see if there were any dust or flakes in my travel costume bundle. I was in no mood to sit still and think about things.

I feel calmer to work on something than that, and this is how I broaden my travel costume and look at it.

It's just the tallest inn in this town, and on the walls on either side of the window, there's a little indentation higher than my shoulder, so I can keep an oil lamp there. Thanks to you, I can still see well at hand at night and am helping. Without this, that's what I would have had to watch all night, not even the moon. That's too much free time for anything.

I just found him rubbing and flaking off, and I quickly took out the needle and thread.

This garment originally belonged to a samurai, and I don't know if this flank was made of this journey or not. It seems okay to leave me alone, but I can't thank you enough for lending it to me, but I'm going to fix it.

I don't know what I'm talking about, but I like sewing originally, and I think I'm better at it.

As far as embroidery was concerned, Bern took stock, so he was a little mean and brushed his sewing arm to a level that noble lady didn't need. It is sincerely regrettable that, by the way, although polished, there were no active occasions or indications.

I think of the face of the samurai head who taught me how to sew, and with that said, I wonder what everyone in the mansion would do.

I look out the window, not necessarily in the direction of the mansion, beyond the houses covered in darkness.

Because most people are already asleep, or there are fewer things glowing in the building windows than at the start of the night mouth, and it is good to see the small lights of those who go down the street, left in the city and go every step of the way.

My friends at the school are going to study abroad, so I decided that drop-off and sightseeing went to Vere, but I have to get back to the territory before the year breaks.

You can't go home critical at the beginning of the year, and then you'll be on your way back to Leitberg without stopping too far after you've gone to the monastery.

In the end, I couldn't really sightseeing instead of traveling.

It wasn't something I started for tourist purposes, but I'll look back at what I've stopped by so far, but there's nothing like a decent tourist destination. I mean, I'm telling you I'm going to Vele, but I actually feel like I made a U-turn in front of it and went further north. At least I wanted to see some souvenirs.... Hmm? Souvenirs?

Realizing a serious mistake, I raised my voice so unconsciously. I realized I hadn't bought a souvenir like that yet.

"Ahhh."

"What's going on?

Bern sneaks a peek into my hand from behind.

"I told you I was going to Vele, and you didn't buy souvenirs."

Yeah, and I was convinced that he was totally ready to go to bed, and he moved across from me and sat down.

"Well, that's okay, isn't it?

Eh... You're too loose...

Well, I didn't ask you to buy it, but isn't it weird that there's nothing there? If I were you, I'd wonder if I didn't have one.

I mean, I miss you right now.

The day I first met Bern, it was like I thought the same thing.

What was that?

It's true that I just remembered my previous life and I'm sick, and Bern took me to the break room.

So, Your Highness... now that I'm no longer Your Highness, if I ask you if you don't have to talk to Prince Edwin, isn't he okay? Because I said it like it was nothing, I was just as upset about it as I was earlier.

I didn't think my memory was much better, but then the scene came to mind and I lay my eyes down.

There was an impressive laid-back boy with straight black hair there. His long forehead shakes saggily and his grey eyes look at me.

In the courtyard of the royal palace, surrounded by beautifully pruned roses, there were many aristocratic children, but both me and him watched it away. Now in retrospect, I was just a kid, and he may have been a hard kid to get close to from around.

I never thought I'd get along with the boy in front of me for such a long time.

It kind of freaks me out and spills couscous and laughter.

"What's so funny?

"No, even when I first met you, I thought you said that"

"Really?"

"Yes, I am."

I guess Bern is trying to remember that day as well as I am. Blurry gaze, then laughed lightly. It's a laugh that feels like a memory laugh.

"... you looked kind of amazed"

What's this girl, Beauty? I guess when it was.

"Because all of a sudden the beautiful boy talked to me."

As she nibbled, Bern mumbled a little more about why. What? What? Is it lit?

Then I say this while subtly shifting my gaze from me.

"Was my appearance preferable to Lizzie's?

He says it in a difficult way and twists his neck.

He blurted and reworded the question so as not to withstand my gaze that it was simpler.

"I was your type."

"Do you really want to hear that?

He dropped his shoulder disappointed at my response and weakened as if it were a surrender.

"Elmenhilde asked me what I liked, and I told you where it was."

Ah, like that happened.

I knew you were listening, but you cared unexpectedly. Maybe I should have said something nice or appropriate about this. In fact, it's kind.

"Preference…. I thought it was beautiful, but I didn't think you particularly liked it."

Or it wasn't that kind of step.

Besides, I may not particularly like this look or anything.

Yeah, but,

"I like Bern's eyes. Something too drooling, or color. When the sun hits, it looks like silver. It's beautiful."

Sometimes when I say something selfish or weird, I also like a face that feels a little troubled like I can't help it.

Bern hit a gavel that was only so gruesome that he covered his mouth completely with his elbowed hands. But my eyes are just laughing at me for a moment if it was a satisfactory answer. I wish I was honest with you.

I asked myself how I liked him, wondering if I should tell him more.

But I can't think of a reason or trigger to like this, and I stop making clothes naturally.

Honestly, I don't care what you like or anything, this is it! I don't think there's an answer.

Maybe there wasn't some definitive moment.

Before I thought about love or anything like that, we were fiancées, and I liked Bern in a human sense. If I realized it, it would feel like love or affection at some point.

So I guess it didn't really matter what he looked like... or anything, but I guess it's because Bern is cool.

If they ask me if I wasn't attracted to the look of it, I can't deny it. Even in my previous life, I saw a standing picture, and I said, "Oh, my God." No, look, that's where I'm the same girl.

"Bern is what you think about my appearance?

I got somewhat embarrassed, and now this one asks, Bern put his arms together and said how serious he looked.

"That's a tough question."

Oh, what? Difficult?

Isn't this where you say you like being cute without difficulty or like I told you about Bern's eyes?

"First of all, in general, I'm not a beauty. I'll admit it."

Hey! No, there's no objection!

"That's what I'm gonna say!?

Having accidentally raised his voice of condemnation to me, Bern went on like this with a little pity, but firmness, as if he were in trouble himself.

"But I think it's cute. I don't care what anyone says."

"Hih..."

Hey, I heard, ma'am!? This guy is cute about me right now! She said she's cute!

"Oh, thank you"

He laughed strangely at why you were thanking him, even though it would illuminate him when he said he was so cute to the face as he complained.

"Are you still gonna be awake for a while?

"Yeah."

Or I feel like staying up all night.

"Does that have anything to do with how things were going today?

Ugh.

"... I don't know"

I am weak at the same time.

"Hard for me to talk about?

Hard to talk about, I wonder.

'Cause I can't tell Bern himself, and I don't want to tell him, that you're in jail and you dream of dying.

Because I heard about Lucas, I don't think I know what it is.

I don't care where you talked about it. It's very difficult to explain something that I don't quite understand myself.

"I don't know if I can explain it yet. It's a little hard for me, too."

"Tell me, it might be refreshing to talk."

"That's unusual. Usually you say you know what I mean and you pull back."

"I've been in the process of changing my mind since you got mad at me."

He took me very seriously, and now it was my turn to mumble.

I remember that it was a disjunction, or that the human eye was crying early on, and it was pretty awkward. Next time you have a fight, be cool with a more adult response...... hmm I guess I can't.

Bern is staring at me.

That was the kind of attitude that some people might mistake for intimidating me to talk fast, but I knew from my rather long relationship so far that he didn't have that attitude because he wanted to intimidate this one separately.

Probably not that you're not interested, but you think you don't have to force it or listen to it. If you really don't want to talk about it, you don't have to talk about it, and if you do, I'll listen to you. What a halfway attitude.

Then, on the contrary, I felt like asking people to listen, but I opened my mouth thinking carefully about how much information I could tell in my troubles, and how good they were blurry.

I've been having bad dreams lately.

I'm a little eager to react.

Bern blinks several times as if to say he's listening properly, prompting him to continue the conversation with his eyes.

"The place that comes out of that dream is very similar to the prison I went to today..."

"Prison was in the basement?

Nodding, Bern replies unclearly.

Come on, you're not responding!

"So I couldn't sleep."

You're more right about not being able to sleep, or not wanting to sleep, but somehow that's hard to say. I wish I'd split it that staying up late would be on my own, but I felt guilty about eating sweets before dinner.

"Is that a scary dream?

"... sort of."

Yes, scary, cold, hopeless dreams.

It was stopped. Let's make it. Move your hands again. I don't think there's anything else I can fix when I'm done here, and I'll see if I can get some Bern clothes next time.

Or does Bern not have to sleep?

"Never mind about me. You can sleep."

He clapped his shoulders gently and shook his neck sideways as though my liking for it was ridiculous.

"You're gonna be up all night. I'm going out with you."

"Oh, how did you find out!?

"You don't want to sleep, you're in a weird position, you're blurry."

That or when I was semi-slimed?

I almost lost my mind at that time.

"I'll wake you up when you're about to go to sleep."

"Are you sure?

"If Lizzie was awake, I wouldn't be able to sleep."

Something like more and more guilt about staying up all night.

Well, I also thought you seemed free all night by yourself, so I'd appreciate it.

"You can sleep whenever you feel sleepy."

"I will."

Then slowly the night passed and we continued to have an irresistible conversation.

Strangely enough, I didn't get any sleepy at all, but Bern, who was rather concerned and said he couldn't sleep, was more relaxed after four o'clock, and now he sleeps cleverly on the chair.

Does it mean that people who can still do nothing can sleep well while maintaining a sitting attitude in a chair?

As far as I'm concerned, if I can sleep cleverly on a chair, I want you to overcome bean haters quickly. I eat it for you every time, but I don't like beans that much either, yeah.... Well, this is a secret to Bern.

Listening to Bern's shallow sleep, I quietly thought about everything I knew and what I didn't know, and then what I would say if I met Lyla, from really important to crap like this sounds like a cool place to stay and you can expect breakfast.

At dawn, the darkness twitches and is driven into the corners, and the bricks on the roofs of the houses begin to shine as shiny as scales. It would still take time for the sun to rise completely, but the night time was clearly over.

An extended, but clearly audible bell called Khan turns its neck toward the sound even through the window. On the right hand side, behind some buildings, there was a thin shadow of the spire. Probably the monastery of destination or the bell tower of the city. Nonetheless, I guess the sound of this bell comes from over there.

Once again, the sound of bells boggling peacefully with Khan sounds all over the city.

Bern sounded like a jerk. I guess if the bell rings a few more times even if I don't wake it up.

That's how I got my morning.