I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

It's been a long time since I've come to Brunsmeyer's mansion.

The Brunsmeyer mansion is not very familiar to me, as Bern originally often came to visit Reetbelf Mansion. Besides, I didn't think Bern would ever set foot again when he was no longer a Brunsmeyer.

The Brunsmeyer mansion I looked up to was no different from my first visit as a fiancé in Bern and had an intimidating structure that showed the power of the house.

And as many carriages stop there, the dressed people are sucked into the bright mansion.

I was supposed to fall in front of the mansion with Ionias.

I was a little late because of someone, but Ionias with a wide heart easily forgave me. Maybe it was foreseeable to him what the reason for the delay was.

"Good evening. Nice to meet you tonight, escort"

"Leave that to me. If you find out you're out of your hands, your senior will kill you."

Making a gesture of scratching his neck off, Ionias hoisted it up like he had stuck the right end of his mouth. I guess I failed to try to laugh.

Apparently, he's really feeling a danger to his life.

I always have a cheerful impression as a float, but am I uncommonly nervous?

Feeling something to hook up with anyway, showing the invitation at the front entrance, he is instructed to wait a moment.

And then came the butler, and we were immediately to be led to Caterina, the substantive master of this nightclub.

She was surrounded by many human beings and a vibrant centre filled and flowing with venues.

In a flashy dress with gold and black embroidery on the red ground, the mask that hides the top half of the face with the jewels split follows the cat.

What a clichéd expression but just like a blooming rose to laugh elegantly at the center of people.

Apparently, the old butler had inspired people to flock to Katerina for a while and informed her of our visit.

Ionias raises his hand lightly, though not as a greeting substitute, and I do the same.

Her face shines brightly.

Ho, ho, are you so happy to see me? Ho, ho, ho!

I think about it and immerse myself in a sense of superiority for a moment, but I reflect that maybe I was a little over-conscious because I was happy to see Ionias.

No, but you won't be zero happy to see me. Every time I'm happy to see Ionias, and I'm sure he's having a good fight.

If you weren't, I'd rattle you on the floor and cry.

"Sorry, Soba."

Katerina comes to us in an elegant, natural motion, like a fish swimming underwater, with a turndown that feels somewhere high-flying, but that she never hates, and opens best.

"I knew it!"

shouted.

Oh, what?

"I thought you were going to wear an absolutely plain mask."

"Eh... I wonder if it's plain"

Touch the mask covering the top half of your face.

The black velode is a touchy touch, not really stitched with gems and beads, but it also has toy white feathers, as well as one-point embroidery.

Sure, compared to what Katerina wears, that may be plain, but honestly, I'm confident that the atmosphere will lose to the mask even if I wear something like her.

"Oh, is that your escort? Thank you for your service. Nice mask."

Turning out it was Ionias, Katerina said so in a deliberate manner. Little red ridden lips paint a delightful arc.

"It's an honor to compliment you. Katerina is beautiful tonight."

Ionias also rides that joke, returns the teethy line and takes Katerina's hand. And I circled my big body and kissed the back of her hand.

Katerina, who would have heard enough of such a line to have an octopus in her ear, snorted hun and blushed a little.

Ho, ho, he's young.

I don't know much about it because I haven't been able to put a lot of face on the social world, but Katerina and Ionias seem to be a little rumor in the social world right now.

Do it, Viscount. My son is fooling me, and no, I'm sure Katerina is more entertained because she's too different.

All in all, there are no very good rumors.

If I were a member of the Back Student Union, I know the two of them aren't officially friends, but they seriously think of each other, but the world seems to be pushed away by evil.

So I secretly thought that tonight's masquerade would be an excuse for Ionias, whose face is unknown, to meet the two of them in concealment, as opposed to Katerina's rumored lover.

I was even trying to help you get out of anything, but there's no Bern I was planning on letting you help me. Sad.

Ionias exchanged words with Katerina, one word or two after that, and once there was someone else who wanted to say hello, he was to leave the venue.

"Are you sure? Don't your brother get mad at you for not being a good director?

"Poorly supervised is not a child."

"Until I get back, it would help if someone was dealing with your wife."

"No, so nothing. I'm even alone..."

Instead, aren't I the disturbing bug?

"Aren't you a little sidelined? Well, fine."

I think my opinions have been ignored for a while.

Katerina, who took on directorial representation from Ionias, was unfortunately dropping him off until he could no longer see his wide back, but realized I was gnarly and the bat coughed badly.

"I was actually wondering if you could come tonight."

"Bern gave me a lot of time, but I missed Katerina and she popped up"

Katerina replied in an upbeat mood and flaunted the edge of her mouth. Maybe he was embarrassed.

"Your brother is too bound."

"Really?

"Yes! Your brother can't be in the social world, so you're not going to be a part of the season this year."

"Well. But I don't think Caterina was as bad as she thought."

Mostly I'm not sloppy or sloppy with Bern, but I truly love living like that unproductive and boring itself from the side.

It's going to rain from noon. The flowers I take care of blossomed beautifully. Let's get out of town once in a while and eat something sweet.

Days stacking such small, commonplace events, as normal.

Because that must be more important to Bern than anything else.

"It's too much waste not to be at a party once during the season! So at least I told him I wouldn't mind coming out of the night club I'm hosting."

"What, Katerina's in Bern? I didn't say that."

I mean, when were you guys talking like that?

Katerina hissed her eyebrows haha and looked like she had gone away. Because I didn't see it well because of the mask.

"In addition to the invitation I sent you, I also wrote to your brother personally. I wanted to talk to you about the territory a little bit."

"Heh."

Instead, I was reluctant.

The relationship between Bern and Katerina is a little strange because I've never had a brother or sister. Basically, Bern is probably stronger, and Bern has the right to decide what matters, but I usually feel like Katerina tells me all she wants.

I mean, I guess we're close.

"Is that so, and does Master Katerina dance with the rumors?

I don't know.

and suddenly clouded her expression, Katerina looked at her as if to tell a secret story.

"Actually, I've had some trouble persisting lately... There you go."

Turning his gaze to the more subtly indicated with a fan, there is a man with white clothes, tall, stroking a brilliant blonde. The white mask, like the clothes, was painted with gold thread with a large original size, as if the bones of the upper half of the face were clear.

I don't know if it's his well-rounded, confident aura. Anyway, I'm spreading the feeling that I'd be awesome if I took a mask, and I don't have a nose for it.

Speaking with the rest of the men, he put his hand on his jaw drawing that beautiful outline, in a shiny motion to show off.

"Something..."

No, it feels.

Saying so openly clouds the words, but Katerina feels the same way. She bends her mouth and nods slowly.

"What do you think he named himself?

Does that mean that the white man is the person on the side who is hiding who he is and enjoying this masquerade?

I have no idea, so when I shook my head, Katerina suddenly corrected her posture and took my hand like this.

"My name is Leonhardt. Please just be my Risea tonight."

That's what I said and pretended to kiss the back of my hand.

They're reproducing what they've done.

"No way."

"That's right. You guys are going to see the model opera Lygia and Leonhardt, I'm sure."

"Geez!

"Lygia and Leonhardt" was an opera modeled after me and Bern in a fiancée disturbance last summer, and they've been popular there since it premiered this spring.

Me and Bern are also courtesy of the Duke of Letger, and I've been there to see it.

The first half was about where and who drowned, in line with the facts, from childhood until Leonhardt died sheltering Lygia. The second half was about Lygia going down to the Underworld looking for her dead Leonhardt, but from here on out I was too fantastic to be usually impressed or anything in the end.

I'm sure we would have honestly enjoyed it if we didn't know we were models... Hmm.

By the way, at the premiere, Lygia's actress fixed the red dress as an image altogether because Leonhardt wore a costume that represented the dead.

Katerina's dress today happens to be, well, it's fashionable right now, but it's a flashy red dress, and you'll be able to put on the mask of a motif and see her as Lygia enough.

"And you're telling me that you're going to dance with me, Mr. Leonhardt? I'm not allowed to do anything."

There was obviously a mix of mockery in the voice that I would call Leonhardt of Katerina, and it seemed appropriate to describe it as perhaps Leonhardt if it were to be a letter.

"Is that supposed to be towing?

"I guess."

He's a man who doesn't care more and more.

"But tonight is the masquerade. Forgive him enough to deceive Leonhardt in his name. Something tells me you're gonna dance with me. Because whoever I dance with is free. You don't know who the mask is."

That's the spirit of this nightclub, and Katerina laughs like a prank.

"There's a ghost in there, you don't understand."

"Ghost?"

There was an unexpected word out of Katerina's mouth, and I accidentally gave it a whiff.

Because a ghost.

After all, I don't like occults and psychic systems.

I was curious and asked what a ghost was, but they teased me that it was just an analogy.

Then I hope you don't make such a scary analogy.

I can't keep Katerina to myself all the time, and I feel sorry for Ionias being mad at Bern, so I blurted out about behind her like a Katerina samurai and spent some time thinking about who that masked person would be and what was appropriate about Katerina as well.

I guess I can act alone, but I'm talking about Bern. I heard from someone at the back student council, and it could be enough.

... Something objectively scares me a little.

... No, no, no.

......... no, you're scared after all!?

Should we have a family meeting or something?

No, but that's not what's terrible about you, and you're just worried about me.

It was when the brain conference was having a barren debate with no answers.

Tong was slapped on the shoulder, and looking back, a tall stranger stood.

No, I don't know my face because I'm wearing a mask, so now I'm a stranger to anyone.

Covering the upper half of your face is a silver mask.

Her hair is white. I also feel like silver hair, but it feels artificial somewhere, so it's probably a rash.

"Uh..."

I wonder if it's okay to ask for a name.

Look, it's a masquerade, so some people are enjoying dancing in hiding who they are.

Besides, this guy wears a mask that hides his face so much, and it looks like he's wearing a rash, and I feel like he's hiding who he is from a bee.

When I was confused, he gave something away.

Roses.

Just one round.

Lovely roses in pink.

"To me?

He tilts his neck slightly so that he is, with a pale grin on his mouth.

"Thanks, thank you..."

I don't know, but when I receive the roses, the fluffy, blue, slightly sweet scent plunders my nose.

When I noticed, the grey-haired man was taking my hand.

He gave himself up and pretended to kiss me with his face against the back of my hand.

Behind the mask, eyes meet with black eyes. Somehow there I saw something like familiarity with me, and somehow I also felt something like a feeling of pre-existing vision.

I didn't know what it was, and when I blinked and fell in love many times, somehow the man was gone.

I looked around once in a while, but as if it were an illusion, I can't even find a clean, refreshing shadow.

But it does tell me in my hand that it was just picked or that what happened earlier with a pink rose that stretched its spine properly was in reality.

"... what?

Or... who, now!?

No, what... who... are you scared!?

What!? What the fuck!?

I'll stare to see if there's any clue to the rose the mysterious man gave me, but the unspeakable flowers only shake my sieve head.

For some reason, all of a sudden, I was reminded of the word ghost Katerina joked about.

"No way."

Suddenly I felt horrible and I got goosebumps.

"Maasa ~"

Haha I laughed and tried to deceive my fears, but there was just more fears I couldn't get enough of.