I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

The morning of the sixth day was cloudy.

The sky is lower and darker than ever, as the sunshine until yesterday is a lie.

I got caught in the weather or I wasn't feeling much better, and I couldn't stop coughing and felt a little hot.

"You should take the day off"

Lucas, who was putting his hand on my forehead and measuring the heat, said with his mouth stretched reluctantly.

I give up a long time ago to say what about trespassing anymore because every morning I wake up and it's normal.

"What are you talking about? There's no way you can rest at such an important time."

"I feel kind of nasty today"

"Heh, did you even start with fortune telling?

"Don't tear me up"

They say it in a rare and serious way, and it gets a little dull.

I don't really like it because it makes me feel complicated like I'm sorry when someone worries me.

The truth is, my body was weak, but I got up well on purpose so that I wouldn't find out.

And to reassure him, put your hands on his cheeks and keep an eye on him.

The glowing black eyes behind his heavy forehead reminded him of a faithful and wise dog.

"His Royal Highness will propose to Luche at the ball tomorrow. If I see that, I'll take a rest. Why don't we take a trip to the country in the name of sanatorium?

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

He seemed dissatisfied, but I guess Lucas himself understands that he can't rest now either. I nodded reluctantly.

I opened the window and reached out to feel the wind. But it's almost windless, the air just clings to your arms wet.

Lucas was right, it certainly wasn't a very nice looking weather.

So, Your Highness gave me this.

Rouchet gently showed me the cuff wrapped in a handkerchief as he circled around the lake.

The blue stone inserted shines green and yellow, depending on the angle.

"Isn't it beautiful? He wants me to make a matching brooch and give it away, so he can keep it as a token of his commitment until then."

"You're a romantic, no matter what you see."

"I think that's a nice place, me"

Luche stuck the cuff and hung on.

His Royal Highness has sent Lucas and Craig, but he may have heard the same story.

Oh, no, but you set it up yourself. What, I didn't expect it to work this far.

It was a likely story that His Royal Highness would favor Luche, but it was a bet that Luche would like His Highness.

But the result is too good.

"Of course you're making promises for the ball tomorrow, right?

"Yep..."

As soon as I heard the word prom, clouding her expression, she stopped walking.

He lays down his white eyelashes and messes with the cuff restlessly.

"Anxiety?"

"... I can't believe I was chosen by His Highness's wife. It's still more believable to be told you're dreaming."

"It's not a dream. Your Highness is in love with you."

Luche put his hands on his face to hide his bright red cheeks.

Um, cute.

"I wonder if I can do it."

"I don't know about that, but Your Highness and I are on Luche's side. I'm asking you to take me to the royal palace when you become queen."

"Huh!? That's..."

"That I'll be your private samurai."

"But Emilia is the Duke's eldest daughter, isn't she? Besides, I can't believe I made you my dear friend a samurai."

"Why? If I were a samurai, I'd be with you forever? And I need money."

Luche makes me squeeze my eyes open when I say it out loud.

That would be so. Because I would never have thought words would pop up from the mouth of a duke's warrant who shouldn't have had any trouble with money in her entire life.

"I have a dream I want to fulfill with my own money."

"A dream?"

I let Luche tell me my dreams.

It's a little dream with no other love, but she smiles fluffy and gentle when she finishes listening.

"Awesome, lovely dream. If I become queen and you become my maid, will that dream come true?

"Yes."

"Well, I'll do my best! But even if you're a samurai, you can treat me like a friend. Because to me you are a dear friend no matter what."

"Okay."

Even if I'm anxious, I'm relieved that he's not willing to resign His Highness's wife's seat.

That's the home of that ambitious Darius, the daughter of the Vehner family, with an outgoing liver.

Feeling tickled, I tried poking Luche lightly.

Then what? and poke back, so we couscous laugh and poke each other pointlessly.

It was like walking in the hallway chatting crap with my friends as a student, that's what it felt like.

"Dear Emilia!

Suddenly they called me by my name and I looked back and there was Rene who said it was so cloudy and gave me an umbrella.

The floating face of the scabbard still looks unhealthy, dark in colour.

Well, with such a hysterical sister all the time, it would mean darkening your complexion.

"Eh, I'm sorry that Master Lucia is with you. Your sister would love to have tea."

Wow, that's a pain in the ass.

Frankly, I don't want to go. I'll make it tomorrow anyway, and I'll give you a good reason to say no. I'm a better person.

"Well, Master Thea invited me. Emilia, don't worry about me. Go."

"Rouche......"

I feel abandoned, but it was something I couldn't help but make Countess Luche take precedence over Marquis Thea's invitation.

"Oh, well, how about Master Lucia join us? I'm sure your sister will be delighted..."

"I can't believe I..."

"... Actually, everyone's been distracting your sister since the rose noise in the meantime. Please!

Pekopeko and Rene bow their heads, so the two of us rush to stop.

It was Thea herself who made the noise by mistake of the roses, but as someone who prepared the starting roses, I don't even feel guilty when they ask me that.

Eventually, we made sure we had an appointment from 4: 00 until then, and we were supposed to have tea with Thea.

"I'm glad you're here, Master Emilia. And... I'm sorry, who is it?

"My name is Lucia, daughter of Count Vehner"

"Yes, Lucia. Have fun."

I guess Thea and Rouchet will be lovers the other day, but Thea has plenty of room to deal with it because she is the daughter of the Earl's family without even knowing it's dew.

I don't think Thea knows a person whose appearance stands out as much as Luche. I guess I heard the name on purpose.

I think he's kind of a difficult guy.

Does Luche feel the burden of hiding in Luche and getting along with His Royal Highness, against Thea?

Again, if I don't support you about the side.

Speaking of tea parties, I had the image of flowering in rumours without roots or leaves, and it was a fornication, but in fact it was mostly that Thea talked about it and just nodded at it.

Unfortunately, I can't say for sure because I don't have the overwhelming experience of being invited to a tea party, but I'm sure Thea's tea party has been disapproved of by many of the ladies. I don't have to know if it's an interesting story, because most of Thea's stories are her brag.

"You finally have a fiancée to decide at the ball tomorrow. I wonder if they'll call you names in front of everyone? You think I should get back to you? Or would it be more elegant to just snort quietly?

Thea's story had moved from bragging about herself to the theme of if she were chosen by Her Highness's wife.

"If a prince is born between me and His Highness, the son will inherit this country. It's amazing, isn't it? I've already decided on a name!

That's a lot to be prepared for.

But it is Luche who is chosen by His Highness.

I was thinking about such things as and mean things, and I stunningly solidified myself to Thea's issued name.

"Edwin."

"Buh."

"Hey, what's up, Emilia? Are you okay?"

Luche is not worthy of my back when tea is in a strange place.

"It's a name that I admired for Edwin the Wise King. Your Highness will love it."

I don't care about King Xian or anything like that.

Right. After all, this woman was the 'Queen'!

But His Royal Highness has already sneered at Luche and is a little punchy in a boathouse away from home.

The crown never shines over Thea's head.

I gasped small under the table, and I breathed roughly.

"Yeah, you're gonna love it"

With such lies flat out.

Thea says it's time to eat something sweet, so we each asked for a cake.

They had buttercake and raspberry tarts, lemon-flavored cakes, and me and Rene asked for lemons, Luche for buttercakes, and Thea for raspberries.

At first I was going to ask for raspberries too, but when I was chatting about which flavor to make it taste, it was somehow lemon. Why not? No, well, it's good because I wanted a sour one.

Thea kept talking in a good mood as scared as she was a little.

Though he keeps saying strong things in his mouth, he may be seriously about to be crushed by the anxiety that he may not be chosen.

So we felt from her that she was in danger of exploding with a little something.

While I was doing so, tea and cake were carried.

On a beautiful dish with gold twigs decorating the edges, the cake is properly attached and the fruit is accompanied by colour.

Fu and Thea stared at the table and snapped like this.

"Oh, the other way around."

Seeing, my tea handles are reversed.

When I was impressed that you often noticed such detail, Thea's complexion changed.

Looking angry for some reason, she extended her arms gently and replaced her plate with that of Luche.

"Mine's like this one"

With a brown buttercake in her hand, Thea laughs as if to be taken for granted.

I don't know why I would do that, Luche makes it a pocan, and me and Rene look at each other.

But considering Thea was going to be in a bad mood when she asked why she did that, she ended up taking each fork without anyone asking why she changed the cake.

Eating buttercake was supposed to have been a rouchet that had been turned into raspberry cake, but she seems to have liked its glossy beautiful red surface and is going on eating one bite or two with her eyes shining.

And the anomaly happened about the same time Thea grabbed a bite of her own cake and said this during the chat.

"What's this? It tastes weird."

The messy sound of Gachan and Fork hitting the plate.

Turning to the sound in surprise, Luche looked bright blue and stared at the fork that fell out of his own hand.

"Rouche......?

Her hands are tense and trembling.

My body is shaking like an earthquake.

"Kimochi, it's bad"

Obviously, Lu has not turned.

Oh, oh, and I said something, and from Batan and his forehead, Luche stuck to his desk.

"Rouche!"

Hurry up and stand up, I tried to hold her up.

There was a shitty sound of the chair collapsing in the back, but not the steps that lay on that thing.

Luche's body was trembling in small pieces like he even had a terrible cold, and his lips, which he managed to hold up and see, were bright blue. And I'm stunningly cold sweating.

"Rouche! Hold on, Rouche......! Somebody call a doctor!

The word poison flashed behind my brain.

I grab the water drain that was on the table and pour it straight in with Luche's mouth open.

"Drink! Drink, Luche!

When I say that almost like yelling, Rouchet drinks water even though he spills it out of his mouth more than half the time.

But there is no eye focus on whether consciousness is about to flourish.

Tinnitus is terrible.

Even though my surroundings are in a rush, only me and Luche seem to be inside the thin membrane.

I just kept calling her name and giving her a drink of water, as I just prayed.