I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

The kid showed up in my garden just about a week ago.

With the snow that has been falling all night, the garden, where the sun has just risen, is glowing blue and white.

Having arrived in the morning without going to bed as usual, I was in the garden with a thin lace dress that I would wear in the summer, surpassing the usual feeling of self-abandonment.

I've heard that frozen death is like dying to sleep.

I don't know, but I must have felt like I could wake up from this long dream if I died to sleep that way.

I wasn't afraid to die.

Nobody grieves that I'm dead anyway, and I've never been more involved with anything than I can remember.

But if there was anything disturbing, could I return to my original world as dead, that was all I was anxious about.

I don't remember much anymore, but I lived in a country called Japan.

I feel like I had a mediocre life with nothing extraordinary. No, I don't think I lived a life that ran too far into hobbies when it came to mediocrity, but, well, it should have been more or less mediocre.

I remember being so sleepy.

I've been so busy that I can't sleep for a few days, that when I finally get some rest, my drowsiness hit me all at once. My vision was glaring at me for so much sleep that my brain felt like it was swelling.

I desperately tried to cling to the key that it would also heal if I went into the room and slept alone, but this is hard to get into. The key slipped off my hand when I whined about something I didn't know what it meant to be a sea urchin because it glides.

The acrylic keyholder of the character of my favorite game I used to wear as a precaution because I often lose things made a hard noise by falling into the hallway.

He's a big keyholder like an asshole with as many palms as I have, and he's so embarrassed in public that he can't get it out. Still, I loved the character's key holder, so I was attached to it.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Lucas..."

I tried to pick up the key in a heartbreaking way.

I don't know if I could have picked up the key.

Because I can't remember the way ahead from there at all.

The next time I woke up, there was a strangely spilled ceiling there.

And I wasn't me.

I was becoming a girl who wasn't even old enough to be Emilia.

I panicked incomprehensibly, and I asked the people around me where I was, but the answers I would return were Retgar, or Duke, all of which I didn't hear, and I tried to get out of there, even though I did.

Of course, the grownups were suddenly surprised by me trying to escape, and they tried to calm me down. But it was counterproductive, and I panicked more and more surrounded by strange adults, and I stormed even worse,

Ultimately, I was tied to a bed.

I was really scared then. Because it's a place you don't know at all, surrounded by people you don't know, and they call you by names you don't know. So I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell me that I couldn't grow up when it came to crying and getting violent because I was scared.

Soon afterwards the doctor came and diagnosed me with a mental illness.

Probably because he tried to bite into the doctor's hand.

I don't have any hands or legs, so I just gave my mouth, and I didn't know you were crazy. Remember that.

Then in the name of sanatorium I am isolated to separation, and then I have lived in this separation for more than a decade.

I guess I could have proven myself decent and gone back to the main building, and the fact of the matter is, sometimes invitations come to me asking if I'd come out of the distance a few times a year.

But I didn't.

I decided to wait for my dream to wake up.

I've decided to believe that this young body, and this unfamiliar world, that doesn't resemble me, is all part of a long dream.

... I know.

There's no way there's been such a long dream.

For one thing, reincarnation and all that, unfortunately, I didn't want to believe that I was dead and reincarnated.

It lasted a little all night and I would never admit I died trying to pick up the keys or anything.

At least it's still more credible to be told in a coma that this is an illusion the brain is showing. I've seen some kind of movie like that.

But the reality in front of me was amazingly real even though it was produced by one of my heads, and I didn't want to escape telling myself that this was a dream.

Every time I look in the mirror, I think.

This isn't my face, he said.

Black hair, gray eyes. I have a neat face, but I feel more masculine than feminine, and more importantly, my cut eyes give a terribly cold impression.

This is not my face.

So basically the mirror of separation is covered.

If I didn't, I would have forgotten my true face, and I was terrified.

Little by little as I lived away, I found myself by the name of Emilia, the eldest daughter of this Duke of Retgar family, and the adopted daughter. I'm not interested in real parents. From what I've learned, my parents are none other than the two of us who gave birth and raised me in Japan.

That's why I didn't have the courage to try such drastic means as suicide.

I'm sure somewhere in my mind I had the thought that I might have been reincarnated. I don't think I would spare my life, but throwing it at me was still a hell of a horrible thing.

I slept, sloppy, and wrote it down on my notebook with all my heart I could think of that I didn't want to forget about the original world without doing anything every day.

I was just weirdly serious, or even a little guilty of continuing to pull it off, so I just left my studies to be told. Words weren't Japanese, but somehow I could read and write from the beginning, and the challenges imposed weren't that difficult, so I didn't have time to spare.

That's how ten years went by.

It's a long, scurvy decade with nothing in it but numbers.

In those days I was totally self-inflicted, and that meant I was going to be okay with the ridiculous thing of going outside dressed as not strange to freeze to death.

It was tremendously uncomfortable to think that this body was of that age, as it entered the period of rebellion.

That's why I want to return to meeting me, a troublesome teenager (physical age) with emotional instability, and a weird kid.

My story so far has been long, and it gets mostly dark but endlessly dark, so it's a cut any further.

Now to get back to you, how far would you have talked?

I wonder if I would freeze to death in the garden where the sun hasn't risen yet. Around I said I was standing.

It was naturally so cold that it wasn't weird to freeze to death. Uh, I can't do this, I was just about to go back inside the room and the bush behind me sounded gusty and shaky.

Looking back in surprise, a slightly ten-year-old boy opened his mouth to Pocan and looked at me.

My face doesn't look good because my purple heavy forehead hides my eye area, but I look very surprised.

I thought it would be a small animal at best. I also became hardened by the appearance of just a human being, and me and the boy would stare in awkward silence for a while.

It was the boy who broke the silence first.

"O snow fairy, will you disappear when the sun rises?

"Are you an asshole? There's no such thing as a snow elf."

Don't say anything disgusting. Even though I have goosebumps. Take a look at this. Awesome bump.

I didn't know what kind of cold it was coming from, but I grabbed my arm, and the boy seemed to give me back to pull my face.

"I'm sorry.... that, because you were so pretty"

"Oh, yeah."

Perhaps I should have thanked you, but I couldn't give it back properly when I was away from it, and I kept responding.

It's been a long time since I've spoken to people properly, even if I don't think about it.

The boy began to take off his coat with Gossogoso as he was on his way, not knowing exactly what to say next.

"Um, here you go"

Staring at him without knowing what the coat he was offered meant, the boy says with all due embarrassment.

"It would be cold in such a good mood."

"... thanks"

Are you a gentleman even if you're small?

I just didn't say that I was doing it deliberately to freeze to death.

Nevertheless, the coat of a ten-year-old is small.

I returned my coat to the boy and just wanted to go back inside the room, but I kind of felt sorry for him when I saw the boy's thin shoulders trembling in the cold.

Plus, I wonder how this boy showed up away. Because when I had a crazy daughter away, I knew no one wanted to come near me.

That's why, for me, there was a rare interest in others.

"Want a cup of tea?

Uh, and he shouted out loud, and the boy solidified.

I immediately regret that I didn't ask you out, apparently because I'm having trouble responding. That's decided I don't want to drink tea made by a lousy rumored woman who's out in thin clothes on a snowy day like this. Uh, I did what I didn't want.

"If you don't want it, fine..."

"No, I'll have it!

"Oh, yeah."

I go into shittiness and separation without even seeing that the boy might be following me, feeling so sorry that I was glad he didn't say no.

When he quickly changed into a thick piece of fabric in the bedroom and came back, the boy was sitting in a chair that he had moved on his own in front of the fireplace to keep warm, whether the guide drawing was thick or not.

I also wanted to get in the fire soon, but I invited myself to tea. I can't not not brew it in front of me, I head to the small kitchen to boil the water.

At first, it was hard to start any fire, but I couldn't stand being watched by a maid all four or six times and kicked them all out, so I was able to do all the simple chores myself. I also know you won't tell me the criticism that it's me or the fucking drawcage, so please keep it in your mind.

Serving freshly brewed tea, the boy receives the cup at a rate of surprise.

"You brewed it?

"Anything to complain about?

"I can't believe you're making your own tea without waking up a maid. Think you're different."

"Because there's nothing to wake you up"

"I thought it was noisy and quiet"

I can easily imagine that this boy is the son of a nobleman because the clothes he is wearing seem superior, and the tea is something the maid thinks he will brew. Besides, when you can sneak into this detachment, it's normal to assume you're from the main building.

And they say I have three brothers, one sister, and one sister.

I only remember about my sister and my uppermost brother because I've been pulling cages, but probably this boy is one of my younger brothers.

What's your name... what is it? No, it's not coming out at all.

Or even barely remember the name of the house.

Was it just Retgar? I manage to remember because it was the same family name as the character I liked.

I worried about asking my brother for his name, but I decided not to ask him because he was the one who would be gone soon anyway. It's not because I thought I'd hate it if they thought I was a thin mistress who didn't even remember my brother's name.... It's a lie. I thought for a second.

"What were you doing in my garden? That's early in the morning too."

The boy started to tell us why he snuck into the garden to be ashamed, teasing his long forehead a little.

"They told me I shouldn't be in here, but Michelle threatened to take a stone from this garden or I'd break all my brushes... That's why I've been up so hard in the morning so no one can find me."

Fool, honestly I didn't wish I hadn't snuck in here and picked up the stones there properly, but don't tell me because the boy is so squishy.

I don't have a hobby for Shota, I rather like older adult characters, but it's not like I still don't have the heart to think of small creatures as cute.

"Who's Michelle?

I thought it had happened since I heard it.

I hate that you don't think I remember my brother's name, it's like I confessed that I didn't hear the boy's name, but now I do.

But the boy didn't seem particularly concerned, and Michelle replied that she was my brother.

"You always make fun of me because you're my brother on one."

"Hmm, its mihe, mihe...... hard to say. Miffy's fine. So Miffy's always mean to you?

The boy shrugged Miffy, holding the edge of his mouth and leaning down.

Oh, my God. What's with that basket? Are you mad at me?

When I was confused, the boy started laughing like he could play.

Oh, that, was that the face you were laughing at? I thought it was something because I couldn't see my eyes, so I was thrilled for nothing.

"If your brother asks, don't call him by his weird name, he'll turn bright red."

"You can take your brush back and call him dumb Miffy."

"This is how you came to get the stone because you can't find it"

The boy said back like he was upset.

"About two of a brush, that's good."

"It's not good! I don't like a single bottle, but they took every box I put in my brush."

Painting tools for boys seem to be more important than I think.

I secretly reflected on what I said was not as good as one or two brushes casually.

"Hmm, how big is that?

The boy drew an elongated square with his hand in the sky. Is it about 30 centimeters long?

"Aren't you hiding it under the bed, too?

"I looked, but I didn't"

Did you sneak into the room?

He's the one who's not sure if he's timid or bold.

"Does Miffy always hide your belongings?

"That's right. The mansion is cleaned every day, and it wasn't in the storeroom, so it's probably in my brother's room, but it's hard to find all over the room."

I tapped the handles of the cup with my index finger with a knack and thought about where I would hide them if I were you.

Best of all, it's my room, but there's also the possibility that I'm hiding it by building a secret base on the property. Even aristocratic boys don't know how to build a secret base.

"Was what you've been given back in beautiful condition?

"Yeah. But some of them haven't been returned yet..."

When I asked him to try it, he said the things he hadn't returned yet would be toys the boy got for his birthday or his favorite adventure tan.

Considering that it came back in beautiful condition, for one thing the stash would not be outside. Besides, you shouldn't be able to hide it anywhere that kids can't get in. Then there will probably be just enough room somewhere to hide what only Miffy knows.

I think I had a similar story with Sherlock Holmes. Was that a letter or a picture?

Oh, yeah!

With Sherlock Holmes enlightening me, I decided not to give the boy any advice.

I hardly ever see him again anyway, and even if my advice is off, it's not what I found out.

I think it was because I talked to people decently a long time ago, and I was just a little tense, too.

Because if I hadn't, I would have kicked the boy out sooner.

"I'll give you wisdom now."

"Really?"

The boy turned to me with sparkling expectations. Could have been.

Because I left the top half of my face invisible because of my horribly demonic forehead.

"Tell Miffy there was cleaning the room with a knockout."

"Why?"

"You're an idiot. We're going to talk about it now. You, an animal lover?

The boy seemed to wonder why he was asked that, but he nodded silently.

"The kitten you were sneaking up on in the room was found, and the other brothers were supposed to check every inch to see if they had anything hidden in the room."

I'm not hiding a kitten.

"That's fine. I don't care why. Anyway, when Miffy rushes back to the room, he sneaks after it and steps into the room for a while. Okay?"

"... I don't know if that's a good idea"

"Don't you regret not being hit forever? If you're a man, kick in the door in the room."

"If you break the door, you'll be pissed off."

"That's not what I found out. Look, it's totally bright already, and you've warmed up enough. Come on, I'm home. I'm home!

"Oh, hey, wait...!

Take up the cup and gouge the boy's back and kick him out of the way.

The boy resisted, but forged himself to be a little gentleman and not rampaged, and was thrown outside, though he was.

As I closed the front door, the boy told me to scream with a red face.

"I'll be back, sister!

"You can come."

Turn down the cold boy's offer and lock it.

Or was he my brother after all?

Well, I don't care.

"Huh, you're tired of something"

Sleepy.

By now, the cold had struck me, diving into the futon with cold cold words, and when I started to get upset, it had completely disappeared from my head, such as about the boy.