I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

I heard a heavy noise like I hit him with a gong and a blunt instrument.

It sounds like a noble yearbook with a back cover on the desk for five regular books.

I wish I had gotten to the point where I was ready that it would be heavy, but it is more right that I let it fall rather than put it down because our flesh was poorer than expected.

"It sounded amazing right now, but are you okay?

Lucas, with a glimpse of his face from the bathroom, says worryingly. Its hands are gripped with blue tiles like a deep sea cut out.

He looked at the yearbook, which was placed unconstructively, and nodded as if he was convinced to do so on his own.

"Tile change in progress?

"It's just that! Expect!

Will it really be okay?

It was as early as a week after it turned out that he was my blood unconnected brother and a boy immersed in the detachment where the madman (me) lived was the character of a game I was passionately pushing before I woke up in this world.

I didn't mean to change my attitude to Lucas visibly, but I didn't even feel a little uncomfortable and embarrassed when I thought this kid would grow up to be the Lucas I knew. I have a less than usual attitude because of it, but Lucas, as usual without looking like he cared, is immersed in my separation with our faces.

No, I'm not tired of just getting into it anymore, and it's the end of the day when I start to take it personally until I change the pattern.

At first, there were more cabinets in the tablecloth and by the front door, and I was lucky to say that it was good for the detour because it felt like a white based product. Then the furniture switched between them, finally involving the servant since yesterday, and the bathroom has been heavily remodeled.

"What are you doing?"

That's exactly what you scold me for.

"I wish Emilia lived there, I wanted to create a space where I would never look good"

The offender didn't see the color of reflection at all because of that.

I don't mind because I'm not obsessed with anything, but don't dramatically before-after people's separation on your own. At least get the landlord's permission before you do it.

I liked the fact that I couldn't read, or rather didn't read, the air of the adult Lucas, the character of the game, but I don't think this guy has a good personality when I have to see him. This is what I've been doing since I was a kid, so I'm even impressed that this is already muscular.

No, I don't mind talking about Lucas.

There are other issues that I should think about right now.

I know I should definitely scold you as my sister, but it seems silly just to scold you seriously, and the detachment I modeled for some reason was comfortable living away, so I decided to give priority to solving my own problems over stopping Lucas.

It's a huge headache story, but let's just say this is the world of the maiden game called 'The Lilac You'.

Doing so would mean that Lucas, who was thirty ways in the game, is a boy, so I would be in an era long before the main part of the game. Probably twenty years ago or so.

And I am Emilia, the adopted daughter of the Duke of Retgar, and I am supposed to be Lucas' sister.

Yes, Lucas, I saw enough to rub off the route that I'm Lucas' sister that I don't even remember exists.

Maybe it was a little on the setup dossier, but I don't even remember seeing Emilia by any name on Lucas Route, not even the word sister. I would have known if I had many brothers.

Does that mean I'm an unnamed sidekick?

Fortunately, some of the notes that I had been writing up to prevent further bokeh in my pull cage life were about "Lilac's You".

Mainly about Lucas, but about as many characters and brief profiles as I can remember.

It's something I wrote years after I woke up here yet, so it should be much more certain and trustworthy than I remember right now.

As I mentioned, Lucas' sister was not even a shadow in the game, I think.

If I had a console and software on hand, I would check all the routes without going to sleep, but unfortunately I'm not going to get it unless I summon it or drag it. Or did this current situation even use it in the box? That's the kind of situation I'd like to say.

What if it's the world of maiden games?

What a twenty years before this part of the game, I was reborn into a mysterious figure -!

I'm not kidding!

Did I do anything wrong with liking an older character but that character is younger than me?!?

Because even if Lucas turns out to be that adult Lucas in twenty years, I'm plus twenty, so I'm younger in the end, so I'm not going to see the older adult Lucas forever.

Is this happening?

Being conscious or soul in the world of maiden games flew me to meet my favorite character, what is it? Looking at it from a distance, Wow Lucas, lovely! You're a grown-up! How can I not even be forgiven for that sometimes?

I've already recognized him as my brother, so I don't think these breasts are going to hold up like that.

What will you do?

Where's the man in charge? Get the man in charge out!

And well, I was blasting my anger at those responsible who weren't even sure they existed, but once again I realized a tremendously terrible possibility.

Twenty years ago, that means that it's not strange that I'm the mother to be attacked.

If this world is in the game. What the hell is medieval, noble daughters are twenty years old and have one or two children and nothing is wrong.

So I wrote down every characteristic, background I could think of that I could remember, in an item, and made a list of how much I fit into it.

The mother of a positive-hero prince (whose name I forgot) probably won't. There's no way a muscled drawcage could be queen, and only a prince was blonde.

The guy with the three-letter name of a brown hair wanker (I forgot his name too) only had a lower identity, so even if he rots, it's unlikely I'll marry him in the Duke family.

Next, Aloyce (whose name I remember because he had a slight preference) is unlikely to have this one either, as it was confirmed that his paternalistic nobility was already married. And I don't feel like I can have a red-haired child or anything.

It's Darius with the gray hair tundelle frame and the guy with the hidden character that stays...

Well, there won't be Darius. His clan should have been pretty special and basically a creed not to interact with other clans.

And it's about the guy with the hidden character, but I have to say he's most likely connected to me among the targets of the offense.

... I have to say.

No, but I guess not.

Absolutely not.

I am an unnamed sidekick.

A being that doesn't even draw in the background, and doesn't appear silhouetted.

It is so decided.

Please, be.

I look up at the ceiling as I hear Lucas and the others working in the bathroom.

There's still nothing I can do to figure out who I am and who my real parents are in order to figure it out.

And there's only one person who knows that and seems to tell me. It's my adoptive father, the Duke of Retgar.

"It's a pain in the ass..."

Open the hard cover of the yearbook and turn to pieces.

I stopped my hand on the royal genealogy page.

Play the king's name as a ton with your toenails, and scour the names of the children that will accompany you underneath.

My name was supposed to be here in a row......

"No, no, there isn't. It's just that it's still possible..."

But what if it really is?

If that's really the case, I...

Shoulder shaken, I woke up.

He fell asleep while I was thinking. You can't sleep at night, so you take a quick nap, so don't pull it off.

It seemed like a time to go in the evening or not to see the sun's lumpy angle.

"Morning."

Look at me blurring and blinking repeatedly, Lucas grinning dull. It's rude to laugh at people's bedtime. I was annoyed, so I decided to keep my mouth shut for a while about the paint on my cheeky nose head.

I notice that there is no sign of a large number of people.

"Maybe it's over?

"Yeah, just now. I wanted you to see it fast, and I woke you up."

Nica, laughing is kind of dazzling and narrowing her eyes.

I'll compare it to the thought of adult Lucas wondering if this will be in another twenty years, but blah, blah, blah, blah. This smile is adorable, and I can push it. He is a lovely conchishaw.

I wrapped up the shawl that was hanging me while I slept and decided to go see the bathroom while Lucas begged me.

One side of the wall was covered in matte, deep blue tiles, as if it had sunk an acrylic case room in the deep sea. The washroom tiles and tubs remained soft cream colors because they still used the same ones, but that looks like an extra deep sea sand bottom.

"I thought it would feel colder because I said I'd turn it bright blue, but that's pretty good"

If you look closely, the blue tiles on the walls are slightly different in color intensity, and overall, the colors are getting darker from bottom to top.

"Good! But I want you to see more."

Lucas snorted roughly and snuggled off his shoes, entering a bathtub with no hot water.

"What are you doing?

Being completely uninformed and perplexed, he smiles as soon as he comes, losing that pressure and reluctantly getting into the tub.

No matter how many pre-adult women and little children they are, they are a little cramped to go in side by side.

As a result, Lucas was in a good mood himself, as he tried to stand shoulder to shoulder and sit amicably in the tub for sports.

Although I tried to get into the tub as they told me, there's nothing particularly unusual about it.

"Up there, take a look"

I looked up, feeling somewhat unintelligible, and I accidentally leaked an ooh and an admiration.

The ceiling depicted the night sky.

Tongues and deformed stars are scattered, and thin clouds glow in the moonlight and gray.

"Sounds like you're in the middle of the night, right?

In a limp tub, only Lucas' body sticks warm.

Lucas described it as in the night, but I felt like I was looking up into the night sky from the bottom of the deep ocean.

"I really wanted to change the bathtub to something with a beautiful color, but I just couldn't"

I don't agree or deny my unfortunate voice, and hum and hammer.

"I think it would be nice to look like a ship."

"Ship..."

"Yes. A ship that crosses the night"

I feel like I've said something poemy flushed by the atmosphere.

As he was at the top of the Buddha with a fierce attack of embarrassment, he heard a sniffle coming from next door.

I'd love to have some more fun, but it's just a winter bathroom, and the bathtub that's not even hot is cold. I urged him to go back to his room because it was cold, but Lucas just replied badly with a broken tooth and doesn't try to move at all.

Peeing into his face suspiciously, how dare he cry a little.

They put up with it so the tears wouldn't spill, so my nose drifted off. He was rubbing his nose so hard, he suddenly looked at his approaching face in amazement that he raised his voice and leaned back.

And I hit my head against the wall on that clap, and the sound of a gong dull.

"What are you doing? Are you okay?"

Instead of responding, Lucas buried his head between his raised knees and moaned. This must have hurt pretty bad.

Lucas roars when he strokes his little purple head to work, along with a thank you for his hard work renovating the bathroom.

His hair was thin and fluffy.

The purple color was about to dissolve in the deep blue of the background and stroked to confirm its presence many times.

"... Tomorrow my dad will be home early so we can all grab dinner"

"You don't seem very happy."

"I can't do it. That's why I'm so narrow."

I stared at Lucas' thin, unreliable shoulder, thinking you knew the words well enough to have a narrow shoulder.

I didn't even intend to get along this way before, so I didn't step in, but I've already gotten involved enough with him.

So I hated the existence of Lucas as as a failure to do so, and I asked him who would say so.

"My brothers and sisters...... But Dad expects a lot from me somehow. [M] So it's hard to stay."

"Can't you just do what you're told and then do whatever you want?

With his head on his raised knee, Lucas answers in the first place.

"Until last year, I studied and martial arts as seriously as they told me. Because I didn't hate it, and I should have snuck up on the painting. But I was about to get past my brother."

"Is that Miffy?

Lucas shook his neck to the side and muttered small with his brother at the top.

"Uh, wait, the oldest brother is about my age, isn't he?

I asked incredibly, but Lucas nodded, not proud or ashamed.

"My brother wasn't angry, but he didn't even seem happy. And..."

"And?"

"... I don't want to move on to the next phase. If we move on, we won't be able to come back."

Then no matter how much he asked, Lucas didn't tell me about the next phase. I just shake my neck loose with a blue face.

"Do you think Emilia wants to stay here forever? I... I don't like it. I want to be a painter one day and live free. I can't be an adult of Retgar."

It seems that moving on to the next stage, that is, becoming an adult of Retgar.

"Then I'll make myself clear to you."

Pickle and his shoulders trembled, and Lucas finally raised his face.

Thumb rub the paint on the head of your nose and the powder of the paint dried and parched falls flabby.

"Lucas makes me a responsible, one-person painter. So leave him alone already."

"But Emilia..."

"I'll stop pulling. Tomorrow I'll have to tell you that too."

Lucas whispers weakly like that with a shocked face.

"Stop pulling. What are you going to do?

"Come on?"

As a matter of fact, it was only a short while ago that I decided to stop pulling, so without any future prospects at all, I didn't really feel it. I mean, I heard myself say it, and, oh, I'm so surprised I'm finally going to detract.

Maybe it was because I felt so sorry that this little creature was desperate to live, but I kept running away, or maybe it was just because I got tired of spending time without purpose in endless dreams.

Even so, I can't wipe the feeling that I'm going to end up playing it right at this moment, and I stare at the painted starry sky with a thin breath.

Lucas and I, our bodies trembled just a little bit, struck by the horrible feeling of being thrown out on a planet without anyone.