I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

It was about a raucous winter day a few days later when I returned from a trip that took Elmen Hilde to Baele and to the monastery to ask Lyla.

Back at the townhouse where Lizzie's parents lived, we were beginning to think a little bit about the wedding and the post-nuptials as well as relieving the fatigue of the trip.

Although, Lucas told me I could still rest for a while, so I'm not usually busy.

Me and Lizzie, who had no time, were playing board games together this day.

It's a game called checkers, a rule that moves pawns diagonally and takes pawns of their opponents who jump over them. Destroy the opponent's pawn altogether or lose if you have nothing you can move with your pawn.

Lizzie isn't that weak, but the stuffing is sweet, so she always goes to a good place and loses.

Losing intentionally leaves me feeling sensitive and grumpy about losing my hand, so my winning streak has been going on so far.

"I used to play with your father when I was a kid."

"In a checker?

Ha-ha-ha and a cute memory laugh, Lizzie moves her own black pawn and takes one of my white pawns.

"My father was so weak that I was angry that I wouldn't be dealing with him. But now I think you must have deliberately lost that one. Look, isn't your father really my type?

"Maybe. Why don't you invite me to the battle next time?

"But I feel sorry for you if you're really weak, so maybe you should deliberately decide that you were losing. Or maybe he's stronger than Bern and he'll win it all."

Players are good friends with each other at checkers, and if both sides do their best, it's bound to be a draw. When I was a kid and I was a head gymnast, I remembered that I had played with Lucas a few times but it almost drew me.

But I think Lizzie's father can lose, so I'll hammer him that you're right. I like that marquis who seems so good to me.

I cross black pawns with my own pawns. And across the other, taking the two pawns, Lizzie groaned.

As I poke my lower lip out and look at my conceived face, my desire to kiss swells and springs up.

I've kissed him a few times since I first got home from the monastery, but I've always wanted to, and I'm a man, too, so if I could do it once, I'd think again and again.

Staring at her blurry little lips, what is she? and raised his face.

"I want to kiss you."

"... I won't"

"No?"

"No."

When I got stuck, I was told it was forbidden.

When she is decent without knowing which is forbidden, Lizzie laughs happily by the way, so she is followed and laughs.

You just have to have a soft time without contours like this forever.

I always think that when I'm with her.

"I'm sorry I seem to have fun, you two, but isn't it time to make it tee time?

It was Mrs Lietberf who came along with tea that stood hot in the playroom.

So far I call her Master Regina because she's still premarital, but she always says that in a more stretchy tail than her daughter, wishing she was a mother.

I'm a little bad at this guy, to be honest.

It's not that I don't like it or want to be involved, I just don't know how to answer how to relate to a race called motherhood.

My true mother was dead when I thought about it, and I never even had a decent conversation with my stepmother.

"Then this game is on hold! While you're drinking tea, you might come up with a one-shot reversal."

He just knew he'd lose as he was. Maybe Lizzie is too distracted by the right side of the board right now, so the win or loss could be a little longer if you're even careful there.

"I hope so."

"Hey, aren't you making a fool of yourself?

"I didn't. I didn't."

Poking at her disgruntled cheek, she was slapped in the hand to stop. Cold.

For the accompanying cookies, the nuts are well worked out and the hard touch of almonds and hazelnuts is pleasant every time you chew them.

I wasn't sure about Regina's thought that she made it into an apple-scented tea because it was relatively warm today, but it seemed best combined with cookies.

Until we went to school, there was no tea party for the three of us, but as we enrolled in school and approached our adults, more and more places like this were set up in anticipation of becoming a family in the future.

Sometimes Lizzie's father turns it over and the four of us surround the table.

Lizzie's parents were just as tolerant of the people who raised her, courtesy and all that, so they didn't have to be so careful, but they still tense.

You know, it's easiest to be thorough with the standing behavior that you like, and it's easy, but it was kind of a terrible thing to do that in front of them.

So far, Lizzie and Regina have been thrilled this winter with fashion stories that are popular in the King's Capital, and there's no room for themselves, who are men.

It's easy to feel comfortable at times like this and more importantly, it's very good in terms of mental health to see Lizzie, who seems to enjoy herself, because you just have to give her an answer that is easy when she asks for her opinion.

"Yes, Bernhardt, I was going to talk to you about having to get your spring clothes ready!

"No, don't worry about me..."

"Please don't tell me you're lonely."

"That's right. 'Cause I'm gonna find you some clothes my mother and I are gonna look good together."

Hey! I just have to laugh back at the two of you. [M]

"Bern always wears black, so sometimes I think it's a good color vest or something."

"Right. Maybe it's green or something? It doesn't look like it's Moss Green because it's young, it seems like it could be something with a better color development. Unlike your father, it's definitely fun because he looks good in everything!"

"No, the"

"... Oh, could I have hated it?

I wave hastily at Lizzie as she glances anxiously.

"Not that I don't like it."

I don't know what to do.

When I thought it was bad that I seemed to have watered it down even though it was exciting, Regina called me by name.

She was just a little serious on her usual glittery face.

"Hey, Mr. Bernhardt. You'll be my son, so you can tell me I won't like it when I don't like it, though I'll stick with you. But yeah...... I still miss you, so I was wondering if you could hang out with me because you think this is filial too?

"... Yes. Sure."

I've lived so unrelated to filial piety that it sounded kind of fresh.

"Speaking of which, I wonder what Bern's mother was like"

"Is that about my birth mother?

"Yes, Mr. Emilia."

Lizzie said that abruptly because there was talk of filial piety earlier, or because she was completely defeated and plugged in the game. She speaks carefully of the name Emilia and looks at my reaction. [M]

As if the name Emilia were an untouchable topic.

While returning the pawn to its initial position, I tried to portray my mother.

Dark hair, gray eyes.

I've heard that my face looks a lot like my mother's.

But I wasn't sure what my mother looked like beyond the thick fog.

"I don't know my mother very well either. If you want to hear more, it's best to ask your uncle."

"Yes, yes."

I wonder why.

It's like Lucas's voice was heard very clearly right now.

"Something, didn't Lucas say now?

Apparently it wasn't an illusion.

The two of us rushed around the room and a glimpse of purple blush head appeared from the door door that had remained open.

"Yay."

"Gee!?

Jumping up from the chair, Lizzie reacts like she even saw it in the haunts.

Actually, it's like haunting, so her reaction is right.

"Hey, why are you here!?

"The school has been on winter break since just yesterday, so I'm here"

"I'm here, even if they say things like she's new to me like that"

"Hey, that was a disaster during this time. I'm worried because you're in some kind of trouble."

"Isn't that a funny mistake?

"haha"

Lizzie, reluctantly in her mouth, recommended Lucas a chair and told the maid to bring something warm to drink.

I wonder how warm it is today, albeit relatively warm, it got cold out there. Lucas gently rubs his palms together.

"Uncle, what business are you on today?

"Hmm? I don't particularly have errands or anything. I just stopped by before I showed my face at my parents' house because the school was closed. Then Mrs. Reetbelf put me through because they were in the playroom."

Even a dubious man would cheer him up at home because he sees it like this, so I wonder if Mrs. Lietberf's nostalgia is slightly too broad. The defenseless part of that resembles my daughter and makes me a little worried.

"Well, the school's already on winter break."

With Prince Edwin's fiancée disturbance settled in the summer, I guess Lizzie, who is currently suspended, has something to think about.

I shrugged so with a slightly distant eye.

There was also a hand in returning to school next spring, but it won't be a quiet school life, which means he is to be officially expelled before the start of the new year. I'm just sorry about that, too.

"Dr. Rovine was mourning your expulsion."

"Is Dr. Rovine mathematical?

"Lizzie, I'm glad you didn't get your math grades."

"Speaking of which, Lizzie's pretty strong for numbers, right?"

"Oh, well, I wonder"

Is it complimented and illuminated, Lizzie hid her slightly reddened cheeks with both hands.

"I studied a lot back in the day."

Once upon a time.

When was it back in the day?

We've been together for a relatively long time, but I've never seen her punch that far into math. I remember struggling with Kavalka, a foreign language. And dancing.

So I finally realized that the old days she was talking about might not be the old days I knew.

We had a rare fight on the journey, but that's when Lizzie revealed her secret past, something called a previous life.

From what I've heard, it seemed like a world with a fairly high standard of living and education.

Well, I think it was a pretty absurd story.

Still, there's no way Lizzie's lying because she was so worried and crying, and she revealed herself to me.

Then I have to believe it. [M]

Even if it was difficult to understand.

Speaking of which, Emilia never went to school after all.

Lucas was wetting his lips with the ginger-scented tea the maid had carried, looking up blurry into the air.

It's as if there's still a shadow of my mother there.

"Really?

"There were a lot of circumstances, and he was smart, so he was definitely exempt from going to school after only taking his exams."

"Heh. I knew you were smart because you were Bern's mother"

It kind of feels weird when people say that.

Because the connection between myself and my mother was so thin that I never even thought about something other than the way I looked from my mother.

"If you want to know about Emilia, I can tell you as much as I want."

"That's a long story, isn't it?

"It's a long time. Because we can talk as much as we want."

"When you get there, you're no longer afraid."

Without me opening my mouth, Lizzie and Lucas move on to a pompous conversation.

Lizzie doesn't always like it when Lucas comes, but she's probably close.

I'm so glad Lizzie gets along with my few families like Lucas and Katerina.

Sometimes I find it a little uninteresting.

I don't even like to talk, because I often miss conversations.

There was still no time to say what I was thinking, and the story kept going.

"Then why don't you go away, where she lived?

"Away?"

"Where she lived until she married Brunsmeyer. There must still be some room left for her, and we can see her favorite view this season."

"There's a detachment in Letger's mansion?

When I think of Letger's mansion, which I've only visited enough times with one hand, Lucas nods yes.

It's just the Duke's mansion and the grounds are quite spacious, I didn't know it existed apart, but even if it did, nothing is strange.

"Shouldn't I show my face to the Duke too? That grandfather has a black raccoon in his belly, but yeah, because he likes to see it and interact with his body. I'm sure you'll be happy."

"Aren't you busy?

"Yeah, well, so is that. I hope it's convenient."

Looking at Lizzie, she seemed desperate to think of something.

It looks like I've been worried for a while, but I can conclude, I pull my sleeve a little bit.

"I'd like to go away, how's Bern?

What are you so anxious about?

Surprisingly, I smile to reassure her.

"If Lizzie wants to go, fine."

"I'm not... Because Bern doesn't seem to like your mother very much."

It was kind of a very unexpected word.

Was that how it looked?

Although I certainly don't have very good feelings, more or less I do.

"I've never thought about liking it or hating it."

"I wonder"

Lizzie stares me in the eye and tilts her neck unconvinced for some reason.

I'm not lying.

Look at us like that, Lucas. and raised his voice out loud.

"Both of you, come and stay away. So let me tell you something really serious about Emilia. Bernhardt's grown up now, and Lizzie will want to know as much about her future husband's mother."

"I..."

I don't want to know anything about my mother.

Instead, I know very little, which is why I've never been able to feel bad.

And I didn't try to find out about my mother until now because the more I knew, the more I would hate her, because I had a feeling about it.

"Let's go, Bern. Right?"

You can't say you don't like it if you say so.

"... if that's what you say"

Even though I didn't feel comfortable, I decided to go away with my mother's life. [M]