Even Though I was the Real Saint, I was Exiled—Which Means my Country is Over

Making holy water was also a great success, and I was relaxing in my room for the first time in a long time.

"I've been busy lately...."

Sit on the bed and remember what happened recently.

Looking back, it's a dazzling day.

If you think you saved the Spirit King, potion-- and make holy water. In addition, we regularly go out to the village of spirits to enjoy cooking.

By the way... since then, I've been cooking a lot of spirits.

They all seemed to satisfy the spirits' tongues, and Philip even said, "I'm really glad I met you."

I don't want to be thanked, but I'm also a child. I'm glad to be praised.

Initially, I wondered what would happen to my relationship with the Spirit, and it was going very peacefully.

My potions and holy water are still in high demand, but Robert and Nigel seem to be in control.

If you make a mistake, people will come looking for potions and holy water.

If that happens, there will inevitably be increased demand for water, which is a material, and the village of spirits that lived in peace may become noisy.

Of course, neither I nor Nigel want it.

I was having a good day, even though there was a little mess...

But what is it?

What's the meaning of this mind?

Somewhere in my heart, there seems to be a slight gap...

I feel like I'm turning away from something important.

"That's strange. There's nothing to worry about."

And I'm alone, with my neck bent.

Tongton.

The sound of the door knocking.

"Nigel. Elaine? Can we just have a minute?

"Nigel? There you go. It's open."

And I invited him into my room.

"Excuse me."

Cool Nigel as always.

"What's the matter, Nigel? It's unusual."

"No, I haven't talked to Elaine calmly lately. I'd like to have a little chat... okay?

"Of course."

I let Nigel sit at the table.

I thought there was nothing, so when I tried to prepare tea,

"I can't let Elaine do that."

Nigel tried to stop it.

But...

"Don't worry. I want to do it."

"But...."

"And that's my dialog. Besides, I can't believe I let His Highness serve me tea."

Does His Highness know how to make tea?

While I'm talking like that, I'll put two teas in.

The smell of herbs tickled my nose.

Nigel leaned the cup of tea into her mouth and said:

"Delicious. Anything Elaine makes is superb."

"That's not true. The black tea that Abby brings in is more delicious.

In fact, I have had several mini tea parties with Abby, but the tea she put in was extraordinary.

The story was played in the form of teaching how to make black tea several times at that time.

"That's not true. Abby's tea is delicious, but so is Eliane's tea. It's hard to follow Party A and Party B."

Nigel gracefully rinsed the tea.

No matter what you do, it will be the same. Even if you do this, it's like watching a piece of theater.

... hah!

Maybe... maybe not, but now you're alone with Nigel!?

And even before marriage —— even though it's my fiancée —— it's a shameful woman to invite a man into a room.

"What's the matter, Elianne? Look me in the face."

"Nah, nothing."

I also drink tea to avoid being upset.

Luckily, the aroma of herbs calmed my mind.

For some time afterwards, we were blooming in tea talks.

"Elaine, you seem very busy these days, but are you tired? When I look at Ariane these days, I'm kind of worried."

And Nigel suddenly cut out the story.

As I looked at him, it seemed that this was the point.

But why?

"Oh, it's okay. We have a great time every day."

Behave politely to avoid worrying Nigel.

I'm sure he cares about me, who's been busy and moving lately.

I live in such a splendid castle, and I do what I like.

There's nothing to complain about.

I don't want to upset Nigel.

That kind of feeling worked.

I see. That's fine. "

Nigel smiles like flowers.

"I haven't talked to Elaine lately either. I was worried about my condition, but I thought maybe I didn't like it."

"......!

It sounds like a joke.

In fact, I don't think Nigel meant that either.

It must have been something you said without thinking deeply.

But now he says to me, "You're my fiancée, and you're not overdoing me? It sounded like he was saying,

So...

"I'm sorry, too. I... might not have understood how Nigel felt."

"Elaine?"

"I'm going to behave more like my fiancée...!

When I realized it, there were worn-out words coming out of my mouth.

Because if I didn't, my feelings would be ripped apart.

Now it looks like you're making excuses to Nigel.

"Elaine"

Nigel calls my name again.

It was the next moment.

Nigel gently pressed me against his chest and gently stroked his head.

"I'm sorry I made you nervous. That's not what I meant. I just love Elaine. [M] I just want to talk to you more."

"Nigel....."

When Nigel did this, his mind gradually calmed down with wonder.

I don't smell any unique sweat smell of masculinity.

It's like being surrounded by roses.

After a while I was biting happiness, he slowly let go.

"I'm sorry. That was a little too aggressive. It's too late today. It's time for me to go back to my room."

And Nigel takes a seat.

"Yeah, yeah. Thank you for today. I'm glad I haven't spoken to Nigel slowly in a while."

"That's our dialogue. The tea was delicious. If you have time again, let's have a tea party even if you don't love anyone else."

That's how Nigel left.

The moment he got out of the room, the tension and tiredness that he had been feeling all along came to his shoulders.

Leave your body on the back of the chair.

"What happened to me just now..."

Nigel said, "I thought you hated me," and suddenly I stopped hearing about emotional control.

No - I know the cause myself.

I can't accept that I'm still Nigel's fiancé.

I like Nigel. He is not dissatisfied at all.

I can't believe he and I are still fiancées.

But on the contrary, that was the problem.

Nigel is perfect.

Moreover, he is the first prince of this country.

I will also be asked to stand next to Nigel and behave properly as a queen.

"Of course, Nigel wouldn't mind that...."

Nevertheless, no matter what he thinks, he can't say anything more than be queen.

Everything is different from when you met Prince Claude.

The Virgin was forced unilaterally to betroth to a prince for generations. I wasn't conscious of being a queen.

I tried to like it, but I couldn't do it.

"Are you just too happy and scared?"

Mutter alone.

I may have been unable to accept myself as Nigel's fiancée and unconsciously fled.

So I put myself in a busy environment.

Today, by talking to Nigel, I became more aware of it.

"I wonder what other people would do at a time like this... why don't we talk to Abby?"

At these times, a man (?) It seems that Abby of the same sex will listen to me more than Douglas.

I told Douglas, "Why do humans bother with such nonsense? They must have said," No.

"It's all right. Time will sort it out..."

I can tell myself that.

Let's go to bed today. Something may change your mind when you go to bed.

However, Nigel's words whirled through my head earlier and I couldn't sleep very well.