I Am Troubled That My Fiance Is a Villain

Emilia's Diary, 14.

In conclusion, Rouchet took his life.

According to the doctor who was in the boathouse, it seems that this is a situation that does not allow prediction.

Still, it helped for the first time.

I hold Luche's white hand lying in bed as he nearly collapses off his knees for relief.

Slightly warm but lips remain bright blue.

Regarding my desperate drinking of water, he was rather angry that I would not do it in the future because of the risk of suffocation. Because I still looked like I was dying, I was comforted to know how you felt about trying desperately to help, and I really wanted to disappear.

"Emilia."

Sitting and leaning down in a chair placed beside the bed, his arm turns from behind, being called by his name.

I found it to be Lucas without shaking it.

We were the only ones in this room with escorts.

Let's get out of here.

Pleading in his ear, Lucas strengthens his embrace.

My plan to make Luche queen was going well.

But with that luche dying, there's nothing more we can do.

So let's both keep running like this.

Yes, Lucas seemed to have thought about it.

"I can't say I'll never make you struggle, but I'll be sure to protect you. Let's hide ourselves in this mess for a moment. Then we cross the border and go somewhere far away.... Not that I didn't believe in Emilia, but I'm also prepared to do so"

As I listened blurredly to Lucas's invitation, I shook Luche's hand with both hands and dreamed that something like my vitality would flow to her, etc.

Of course it doesn't make any sense to do that.

No matter how much I wish, people die when they die. As long as this is an unmistakable reality, even in the world of maiden games.

So running away must be one option.

I closed my eyes and asked myself.

I was wondering if you could still fight, not if Lucas would pull your hand and run away.

The answer is yes.

"No, not yet. I'm not giving up yet."

"Emilia......"

"The poison was in the cake. And Thea unnaturally changed the cake then. There is definitely something. Let the killer who matches Luche's eyes like this be sure to drop him."

Standing up and looking back, Lucas stared at me with a twilight look on his way.

"... you're not running away with me."

"If that's really all we got, we will."

"Bye."

"But that's not now. There must still be a hand."

There was something hot and boiling at the bottom of my belly.

Anger.

Anger at what you did to my friend.

Anger interrupted the plan that was about to go well.

Anger at myself for not thinking at all about the possibility of this happening.

You can't just back off like this.

"Please, Lucas. Just give me a little more time."

I held Lucas hard with my trembling arms as I shrugged for fierce anger.

The feeling of being gently held back on your back.

"... ok. But just in case, I'll be ready to run."

If you don't mind, I'll snort and unwrap my arms, hugging them both.

Smiling just a little bit wanting to reassure Lucas of his anxious face makes me laugh back though.

"About Luche, please"

The last time I stroked Luche's cheek to sleep, the door opened on its own as I put my hand on the door knob.

"Rouche!"

His Royal Highness Fritz, who came into the room trying to push me away, rushed to Luche at first sight.

Then he takes her thin wrist and pushes his own forehead against the back of his hand.

"Sorry, Rouchet..."

I repeat, I'm sorry. Lucas can't rub his back.

I couldn't find the words to speak to him, silently, and now it's time to leave the room behind.

Because if I hadn't brought the two together in the first place, this wouldn't have happened.

Going out into the hallway feeling a little sunk, I noticed someone standing beside the door.

Craig, leaning against the wall, loosens his arm and stares at this one with his eyes like he said something.

Were you able to accompany His Highness? Or were you here before that?

It seemed troublesome to get involved, so I ignored him and walked out all the way.

But the difference in reach between them and my legs is bigger than I thought, and I get tired of chasing them easily.

"What can I do for you?

I glance at him with a guillotine, but he doesn't look like Craig will flinch.

Instead, with a rather serious face, he stood in front of me like he was holding back his way.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll find the killer. And make amends."

"Why would you do that?

"Is it so weird to look for the killer who harmed a dear friend? More or less, it's none of your business."

In front of Lucas, the irritation that I had managed to deliver erupted, making it a tough thing to say.

At the bottom of my belly, my anger boiled down like a magma, and when I was alarmed, I was about to be swallowed.

If this is not good, a new question is thrown from Craig, an arrowhead who took one deep breath and tried to calm down.

"What makes you so obsessed with Lucia Vehner?

Craig had no idea that I was plotting to stick with Luche and His Highness.

He was amused and moved on with our help, so I didn't expect the day to come when he'd be asked serious questions like this.

Always upbeat, I'm just going to get a little carried away by the rare and stiff atmosphere for him to be kidding.

"... that's none of your business"

"Really? I remember you helping Luche and His Royal Highness stick together."

"That's what you did on your own. If there's no other reason, get out of the way."

"No, there is."

"Heh? I didn't know that. Can you tell me why?

'Cause I like you.

"What?"

Like you?

What do I like about you?

I looked up to Craig with incredible thoughts.

He looked serious enough to wander a little.

Thin blue eyes look straight at me without shaking quietly, as much as I don't think I've confessed to love.

"I don't have time to hang out with jokes."

"Oh, I'm not free enough to make jokes either"

Does that mean I'm serious?

And it's called timing, it's called flow, it's hard to see why at all.

You like me, or a woman's taste is too bad.

I can't wait to say Lucas likes me, too, but that's it.

I thought it was just silly to deal with, and I tried to get through the side, but it didn't go so well because my body was bigger over there.

I gave up so much to get through and I sighed with my hands on my hips.

"I don't care if you really like me at this point. I wonder how you can get out of my way more than that."

"If you answer my question,"

"... ok. You just have to tell me why I'm so obsessed with Luche."

Making a shoulder shrugging gesture, Craig urges me to talk.

The reason I stick to Rouchet is that if I follow the ex, it becomes a chimp kamp content from him, like a previous life or a maiden game. Besides, I don't have an in-laws to explain it to you from scratch.

I decided to give you the simplest and easiest reason to think about it.

"To get away from my parents."

When I tell him that in the end, he gets a wrinkle all the way between Craig's brows.

"With my brother?

The word was accusing me somewhere, and the back of my heart bothered me.

What the hell was that just now?

I don't know if you like me, but this isn't the kind of joke I'm dating.

"I've been feeling nagging for a long time, but I'm sure I let you eavesdrop on your conversation earlier. Your relationship with Lucas is unusual."

I could see the magma spraying up at the bottom of my belly.

I grabbed Craig's chest barn as an impulse and roughed up his voice with that nose tip that was so neat that I was angry.

"Whoever it is, there's no muscle to be told about us anyway! I decided to survive for her. I'd do anything for it."

Whether I did not have the life I was supposed to be born in, such as Bernhardt or Edwin, manipulated the feelings of His Highness and Rouchet for my own wishes, or trampled on someone's dreams, I decided to live.

"Because I love Lucas"

Putting his chest up and proclaiming so, Craig stiffened with his mouth open like a snort.

A little backward, when I thrust full force, he takes a step back. And it had been solidifying for a while, but suddenly it started to spill a heck of a laugh about what was wrong.

When I looked surprised, he fluttered and broke up.

"Oh, my God. I fell in love again."

At that moment I was in his chest with my arms pulled.

The rustling and silver hair shakes and exhales.

Craig forced me to turn up and lay it on my lips of his own.

Finally, he kissed me.

"What a mess!

A protruding right fist hits Craig's nose beautifully.

Even my weak punch sounded painful there.

I shudder my clenched fist into a mess, and I keep my face down and distance myself from Craig, who crouched on the spot.

And I don't believe it......!

I usually kiss you with that development!?