Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

Think about it, I've had a lot of weird dreams since I was a kid.

It's a dream of being yourself who doesn't even know your name, playing alone, in a white room that smells like disinfectant, with a machine with an inexplicable mechanism.

I can't remember the details because it's a dream. Even my name is ambiguous. Yet.

"Again, you play all the games..."

Daydreams regenerated in the back of my eyes with tremendous momentum. Your body tilts about and pokes your hands and knees on a cold, hard floor.

All of a sudden, it feels like I remember everything. My head cancers after being hit by a tsunami-like amount of information.

Eventually, the vision that had the focus reflected the marble floor. It's polished up. There's a reflection of who I am - it should be.

(... this face... like I saw in the game... eh, the game?

Someone stood in front of me with my long eyelashes raised and lowered.

He's a blonde. He crooks his lips and looks down at himself poking his knee from the top.

"It's no use kneeling and grieving like that and trying to get sympathy. Everyone here knows, except you. I'm glad you're my fiancée, but I don't have any sympathy for you."

"- Dear Cedric? Are you sure, Master Cedric?

The blonde responded sarcastically to the finer trembling voice.

"You want to say it doesn't seem like it, right? But my vegetables are this way. You've been my fiancée for years and I couldn't spot one of those things."

A scratchy chest pain restores a sense of reality.

Yes, this place is real. And the person in front of you is the Crown Prince Cedric Jeanne Hermeia of his own country. I've known him since I was a young girl, my own fiancée - and he's the offensive character of a game I loved.

(Eh, what's that)

I wander into my own memory and look around. But the cold gaze just pierced me.

Tonight is a free night club where the school you attend celebrates the end of the winter semester. Teachers have already paid, and all they have are alumni. Yet everyone and he all looked at themselves cold and far-fetched.

The only person with a laboring eye is a woman who leans softly against Cedric - her name is Lilia.

Chestnut hair that looks soft, lips that look sweet on plump cheeks. Big eyes are showing themselves now.

That's the heroine. I observed it in the outfit looking up, and I realized it.

Then I am.

"Eileen Lauren Dorthrish. I'll let you break my engagement."

"- Wait, that's it!

It's my name. And that's the name of the villain warrant lady in the game.

(It's all gone! Yes, Master Cedric is my fiancée... then I am)

Thoughts circle all at once about the current situation, which was looking like some other HR. Cedric mocked Irene in a hurry.

"I've already decided to live with Lilia honestly to myself."

"... Dear Eileen, I'm sorry"

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

The enthusiasm raised from the back of that throat rightly belonged to Eileen.

My vision was sumptuous again, but I bit my lips and tried to be sure of my chi. Again, I'll see what I look like.

She is wearing a luxurious dress with multiple layers of lace. It's in the Duke's Lady. It's a serious outfit. But no one will reach out to me.

Because this is a vigilante's engagement break-up event.

"I'm sick of your mistake that I love you."

Then how could I have smiled knowing about you?

The miserable word drinks. That weighed like drinking lead, but when I drank it, it calmed my mind with wonder.

(... I don't know, I think it's a bad time for my memory to come back... but I could just chill out a little bit)

- The point is, it was used so well that I could tell.

"If there's anything open, don't ask me."

If this had happened without knowing anything, we would have fought thoroughly. Keep the wrong person to fight.

Thinking about it, I could afford it. Smile lightly, face up.

"No, Master Cedric. - If you'd told me honestly from the start, I wouldn't have had to take care of everything without creating such a lofty stage."

Looking around with cold eyes, someone looked away slightly to see what it meant. But Cedric laughs back with his nose.

"Me and Lilia made a statement of determination."

"If it's not here, but in public, you'll be scolded by the Duke of Dorthrish and the Emperor - not from the threat?

"That can't be true. I just thought your sins should be judged in front of everyone."

"Sin?"

Suddenly he pulled his arm from the side and was lifted.

Turning her neck, Eileen looks at her opponent.

"Don't be abusive. Not against the lady."

"What's a lady? Come on, Eileen. Your work can no longer be deluded."

That's what I said and stuck a bunch of paperwork out in front of me was Marks Cowell, a childhood friend. He is an oligarchy man with a limp body, who is seen as the future Knight Commander. Strong sense of justice and does not tolerate injustice. That intimidating look makes Eileen look like a sinner.

"... I can stand on my own. Can you let me go?

Irene, looking back at Marks with her chilled eyes, stood up on her own and retrieved her arm. Turn all the documents provided. It's called a letter of accusation. When did you collect it?

Lilia had been bullied 'Don't Greet Me First' because of her low status. Lilia was pathetic when she was forced to change the performance of the school festival play in Eileen's selfishness and remembered the dialogue. Failure to obey what I say threatened to demote the bureaucratic parents - a lot goes on.

It's all anonymous and of course not signed. I threw them all at him backwards if I was scared.

"Ridiculous, that this is the proof?

I laugh gracefully as the flickering masses of paper dance.

"Marks. I'll tell you. 'Who says so' is not evidence, it's just rumors, or slander."

"Shh, you still insist with all this accusation! Don't think I can delude you if you're a Duke of Dorthrish housewife!

"Do you think the Duke of Dorthrish's warrant will really try to deceive you, and there will be no proof? And such a childish thing. I wonder when the students in this school have become toddlers."

That's what I said, and I trampled one down on my velvet carpet, at the tip of my shoe. And grins with a grin.

"If you really want me to look through it, would you please collect it with your signature again? Then I'll remember you properly - each and every one of you, give me your name. You wouldn't say you're pathetic if you weren't anonymous enough to bully one little girl like me, would you?

To Eileen's story, Marks throws up with irritation.

"That's all your mouth turns, but you don't have the option to apologize"

"Apologize? Yeah, then shall I apologize? Dear Lilia, I apologize for trying to push the nobleman's rule that you, who grew up as a commoner, should not speak unless spoken to by a man of high stature. I also changed the performance of the school festival play by turning my mind that it would be too long and hard to remember the dialogue, and I'm sorry?

"Irene! Will you stop insulting Lilia?"

This is the one being insulted.

In front of such a large number of people, the Crown Prince himself tells me to break the engagement. Collect even childish accusations that you're hated by everyone - it wouldn't be such a development if there wasn't an intention to make Irene a laugher for everyone.

But I guess Lilia is the only one in the eye that's moisturizing her eyes, neither Cedric, who turns her face bright red and angry, nor Marks, who's holding her fist and shaking. If you look closely, the students in front of their surroundings are offensive characters and their surroundings.

This night club is free to attend. I guess I bothered to sign up and attend. And for the moment the teacher took his seat off, he set it up.

(How sloppy. - No, but I'm the one who got hit)

Even if I stay here any longer, I'm just annoyed. I exhaled my nastiness and breathed a new breath.

"We had too much chat. Then it's time for you to excuse me. It's only painful that you couldn't show me what you wanted me to cry about."

Don't cry to the end. Laugh. Don't give me superiority and other shards.

So it has to be you who pulls the curtain.

"Well, good afternoon, gentlemen. Dear Cedric, I admire you."

He looked like Cedric had been poked in the void.

But with everything in the past, Eileen lifts the hem of her dress in the perfect way and thanks her. He then gracefully turned back his heel and exited the chandelier's glow on his back.

Because he is eating up his tears and teeth, or his chills and temples hurt. Still kept thinking about it.

From now on, I will certainly be forced out of the school attended by my noble children in Cedric's presence of 'I don't even want to see my face'. The end of the game is definitely a school graduation. I still have about three months.

But there must have been some events in the meantime. There are many vague parts of the memory that are still confusing, but it is true that Eileen is going to be told an allowance by the Duke's house and thrown out to the lower town, or on the path of self-destruction.

(That's right. If this is really the world of that game, not if you're crying)

- That way everyone will graduate from school. Three months later, at the so-called ending, Irene, the villain warrant lady, is dead.

I'm not kidding.

I don't cry and do it. I won't even give up. For the happiness of those people, I don't do it dead or anything.

Think. Remember. Thinking that there was something I could do because I had memories - I looked at it that far.

"... the enemy is on your side, isn't it?

I laugh just at my lips pulling the crease and red lipstick.

The smile would have been the villain's maid herself, but the tears didn't spill.