I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

What His Royal Highness Fritz designated for the talks was a hidden room where you could begin by proceeding through the underneath passage of the boathouse and returning from there to the first floor again.

There's a blue tapestry of elaborate patterns on the wall that I haven't seen much of, and for being in a despicable place, it costs money, and it's well maintained. It felt like a room for a human being in a difficult position to see without anyone seeing him. Or actually it was.

Don't you want to be seen that far with me?

Or was there just the right room here?

I spill a bitter laugh as I think of a boathouse made a little too open.

"A lot of elaborate things to do..."

Unexpectedly groaning, His Royal Highness, listening to his ears, hung a single eyebrow nervously.

"I apologize if I offended you."

"No way. I'm so excited to have you in my secret room"

"Right."

He was calmer than I thought.

I thought it was just a sign of the difficulty in Lucas' presence still sitting quietly next to me, but he still looks normal.

Why?

A little, not funny. but I may just be trying not to put it on my face, or it could simply be that I'm not interested.

"Because I wanted to talk to Your Highness, too. I didn't think you'd be invited to this kind of suspicious room."

"Then let's finish this requirement in a short time. Given the time we have to prepare for each other's nightclub, we can't take it so slowly."

I didn't mean to talk to you long enough, but I kept my mouth shut.

Quick fights, but it doesn't mean I don't care who he is. That much reason goes hand in hand.

His Royal Highness Fritz asked without concealing his suspicious expression as he flung his fingertips between his hands.

"There's one thing you want to hear from me. Why did you go outside, Emilia?"

"What do you mean?

I don't know the translation, wrinkles between nature and brows.

He rhythmically fluttered his fingertips with each other and said this without ever seeing each other.

"Ten years, you didn't show up on the stage. The Duke tells me that was an autonomous reason."

"Yeah, that's right."

Refuse to go outside voluntarily. People call that a pull, and in fact my nickname is Princess Pull.

"I even had respect for your decision. That's why I'm not surprised you showed up at this boathouse."

"I had a lot of things going on, too."

"Is that more important than life?

"So you want me to pull you into a dark room for the rest of your life and die like that?

"That's right. At least that way we can live longer."

Live long?

It naturally turns a blind eye to an unmissable topic: my life and death.

"It's like if you go outside, you're going to die."

"No way, you don't know anything? I just wonder if I'm not coming out because I know... you Duke of Letger"

His Royal Highness Fritz gently put his hands around his stomach subtly, and why am I so blurry that I have to explain this?

From His Highness's mouth, I should not have left the mansion. Now that I'm out, there's no guarantee of my life.

I guess that's because I'm the third princess.

Other than that, I have absolutely no idea, and without it I am the same with roadside stones.

And for what it looks like I'm not properly aware of that, Your Highness says it hurts my stomach very much.

Isn't this guy a good guide?

I decided to be a little less alert and be honest.

"I don't really know what I'm worth. It's only recently that I found out she's a third princess. What is it worth to a former princess who has been subordinated for more or less bad birth?

His Highness sighs and fixes the position of the glasses that are not even nervously off.

"My sister has two besides you, but they have both decided to go to another country to marry me. That has been decided for a long time, and most things actually think of it as such, apart from having my daughter as my wife, the way I get along with the royal family. But the deaf know the presence of the third princess. Such people whisper foolish rumors that the Third Princess deliberately subordinated herself to seclude herself from the nobility of the country. And the fool who truly received it took the liberty of mistaking the existence of a third princess as a sign of his royal covenant, like a treasure, and plotted to get it."

"Did, does that mean it actually happened"

"I hear that neither the King nor the Duke meant it like that, because they don't have hair, so of course they turned me down sorry. But those who believe in such unsolicited interpretations go wild with even more unsolicited interpretations."

"You must be going to give it to other nobles, not yourself, or something?

"That's the place. That's for your rivals, too. If that's about it, shouldn't I have killed the Third Princess? If you can't get it, just let it be that you didn't. Fortunately, most humans don't know a third princess or anything, and the royal family will find it hard to make a scene..."

"You think my life is being targeted for that reason? I'm not kidding!

His Highness whispered his eyebrows and said this in sympathy for me, who accidentally bared his voice.

"Right. I think it's ridiculous too. That and this is my father's fault for trying to truncate the result that it was you. Your anger is justified."

Unexpectedly, my voice leaked.

The fact that His Royal Highness Fritz thought so shocking makes me blink over and over again with my mouth half-opened.

I see.

Sure it is.

Emilia, I should hate my father for cutting myself off.

But for a long time I was thin on my awareness that I was Emilia, so I didn't often get angry or sad about the human condition called Emilia.

Instead, only half the blood connected, my first-time talking brother, is angry with me for Emilia.

I'm not sure why, but I was very impressed with myself.

He said someone was thinking about Emilia, who I had never even looked at myself.

"... thank you"

"I am not a man to be appreciated. Until this time, myself, I hoped that you would pull me into the mansion for the rest of my life. That way you won't even be able to get your hands on the wretched ones, and then you'll give up. The Duke must be safe at hand."

I was remembering that little apartment.

Was that narrow closed world protecting me unknowingly?

... No, wait.

If that was more or less the background, why did the Duke of Retgar allow me so lightly to be out there?

I can see now that I tolerated the pull simply because it was more convenient, but then this situation is a little weird. Isn't it like overlooking a fire that can be prevented?

That much thought came to mind, and I saw Lucas sitting next to me again.

"No way."

Lucas was also resuming his training after I learned something outside of realizing that I was Emilia myself.

He was not a powerless child as he seemed, but also a being with whom the Duke had a special eye.

Following my gaze, His Highness, who saw Lucas, shrugs oh.

"Surely he was your escort. It doesn't look very like that, but the Duke says it's his inheritance. Totally horrible story."

I haven't heard a word of that.

When he glanced, Lucas turned to the direction of the day after tomorrow and did a whistling trick. If you really think such a classic deception would work, you can't forgive me for doing a backbreaker. By the way, a backbreaker is also a prowl move called spinal discharge, and of course not the kind of move I can do.

Well, I'll do it later when it comes to punishment.

"But, Your Highness, there's no certainty that I can be targeted for anything, is there?

Otherwise, it's hard to imagine the Duke forgiving enough to put Lucas on escort.

There won't be a single thing in case he's worried about me, but if he's worried about the Third Princess, he is.

"Not a hundred, not a zero"

His Highness does not break his reluctant expression against me in an optimistic manner.

You even look like that, and you make time for advice on purpose, so this guy's probably a good guy, not a guide.

Suddenly the tension was lifted and the laughter spilled.

One couscous starts laughing. His Highness sees me with a frivolous face.

Your Highness will not know, but I will certainly die within a few years if I am not able to be targeted for my life.

It's not at all scary.

But if there is something like coercion in this world, can we also assume that I will not die for any other reason while I may give birth to Bernhardt?

It's just a guess, so there's a good chance it's not.

It was only possible to reaffirm that there is not so much future for me to survive.

I don't have such a cute personality as frightened and trembling.

I swallowed a laugh and stared at His Highness directly from the front.

The white thin side of the color also feels a little like my face.

"Then, Your Highness, decide quickly on your fiancée"

"Why would it..."

"Your Highness has just made up her mind about the future queen, and if you sift through power, you'll all forget about me."

"Do I look like I have that much power?

"No. But you're a good man."

He kept his eyes open and pulled his body like he had eaten. And with a bitter face I returned that I was not a good person.

Yeah, well, that's what's good about him. Whether or not he is a good quality as a prince.

"Did anyone care?

"Why should I answer"

He wants to take advantage of this to make out with your brother.

"Never call me brother or anything outside! You want to die!?

"Isn't that good? Look, I made Lucas paint a sketch of the ladies here. If there's a child you care about, we can help."

"Yes, I don't want it. Just give me a minute, will you not come over here?

With Lucas' sketch open, I crept over to His Highness.

I glance at Lucas and let him circle to the other side, forcing him to sit at the right time and pinch His Highness. By the way, Your Highness went a little rampant.

Ignore it and peruse the sketch.

Every single sheet shows Luche's face from various angles. Poor sideways, for example, were eye-catching among multiple sketches.

His Royal Highness sighs in disdain, but he sees blurry sketches of me turning sideways, thinking it wouldn't be okay to be too intrusive. All right, all right.

Gently rubbing around his stomach, His Highness fixes his undistorted glasses and sighs.

"Don't really call me brother in front of people."

"I won't be such a jerk. Brother."

If you deliberately called him brother, his cheeks caught on funny enough.

And there came a second night to greet me at the boathouse.

As I declared during the day, Craig came to my room to escort me, so I decided to thank him for escorting me.

Being escorted is not a bad thing in itself, as he is a man with nothing to complain about if it's just his appearance and his title. Besides, if I pretended to be superficially close to him, famous as Playboy, I also had the intention that I would be able to automatically fall out of the dispute over His Highness.

The two leading contenders over that highness were not convenient before the night club, so Thea and I were supposed to sneak into each other at the end of the night club and Adelina before noon tomorrow.

Other than that, there's nothing else I have to do this evening.

So far away, it doesn't matter now whether Thea and Adelina are doing it across His Royal Highness with the red rose on his chest.

A damp night breeze blows in from the open terrace and the piercing shakes. Tasting that heavy feeling, I felt like Craig was laughing next door all the time.

"Looks like Emma's in a good mood tonight"

Craig, who says so, leans the glass in a good mood again.

Cream-colored nightclub clothes, silver hair and all-body whiteness, he dazzles with beauty in brilliant lights.

I was wearing a bright green dress, so it was like vanilla and matcha ice cream lined up. Maybe this is an example that no one but me can understand on this occasion.

"Really?"

"Oh, very. Did something good happen to you? Or were you glad I escorted you?

"There's too much flattery in a guy's face."

"Heh, I like these faces"

"Don't stop by! Don't decide your face!

I regretted pushing Craig closer to his face with a beautiful grin when it was sloppy, but I shouldn't have said he had a good face or something to the detours that had shifted, but that's why I don't lie to myself. Because I'm the type of person who doesn't lie about my sexuality.

"But yeah, it's a good night, so maybe I'm in a little of a good mood"

Yes, it's a good night.

Because from tonight on, fate will change.

Even if my life is being targeted, it may be decided to die one day, but if you can change it now, it's definitely not. Everything becomes one of the possible futures.

So I feel somewhat better, maybe I feel like talking to Craig about not having any other love, etc.

"I'm going to the night club for the second time tonight."

"Surprised. Actually, this is my second time, too. The night club at the boathouse."

I'm going to laugh a little bit because I'm going to say something pretty much to Witt.

"You're so sweet for such a pull that night clubs and balls rot in you."

"Isn't that too self-inflicted?

"Sometimes I praise myself. I'm still alive, I am."

That seemed to me to be what I was saying to Craig, and that was the word I said to acknowledge myself in fact.

Because I've seen a light of hope, and I hear my appreciation of myself is also on the rise.

With Lucas, I'm sure he would have made my feelings even more upward, like a drummer. He's not here at my behest right now.

"Especially tonight. I don't know, it makes me feel particularly alive and moving forward. A better night than usual, like?

Words made it difficult to describe it, and at the end of the day, it became doubtful.

Craig laughed elegantly with Couscous when he saw me spread my hands halfway in the form of asking no one.

"Moving forward is a good thing. Whatever path you're on, you can get somewhere. It's a precious step for me to fall in love overnight and love without precedence, although I'm often admired."

"... no, I'm deceiving you about something that sounds good, but I don't think you're any different than a scumbag about the romantic aspect"

"Me, I like that kind of spicy thing about you."

"Sorry, but I'm not going to be your precious step"

"What about that? I don't know yet."

Poking my piercing steadily, Craig narrows his eyes so he can afford it.

When I said he was my age, it felt like a badly grown man's face, and I thought there was something like this.

And unwillingly, I also thought it would be a little fun to talk to Craig about a light mouth that I can't be serious or joking about.

Sometimes when I'm with Lucas, it hurts.

Because I feel responsible for his life.

There is always a desire in the corner of my head to guide him through his fate, and I sincerely hope that he will be happy, although I will not put it in my mouth. And you can't die for that either.

I can usually deal with a human named Craig with the ease that one day he might marry like a game, but even if he doesn't, he'll live with this one. It's only natural when it comes to getting to know each other because the sun is shallow.

"Give it back!

A grumpy woman's voice sounded as if suddenly disturbing the loosely rippled surface.

As I was drifting through the sea of thought in a pleasant night breeze, I was drawn back to reality at once, and I see those who spoke out.

The dressed brilliant people around similarly look at the Lord of the Voice.

It was Adelina who was at the heart of the commotion.

And it was, naturally, her rival, Thea, who Adelina was staring at reddening her face.