78 – The need for an explanation

The aftermath of the kiss in front of the butler of the Duke of Valencia and the most loyal Dorothy was greater than expected.

“Maid! Did you hear the news!”

“Dorothy, haven’t you told me more than four times already?”

“Isn’t that such a shocking fact!”

“······That’s right.”

Dorothy, who seems to love the mansion more than anyone who lives in the Duke of Valencia’s residence, perhaps more than the Duke of Valencia, went around telling everyone about the good news.

“Butler, is that true?”

“Yes, Duke. I witnessed it with a maid named Dorothy.”

“Oh my God, has the progress progressed to that point already?”

“I guess so.”

“As expected, marriage right away…”

“······Be a little self-respecting, ma’am.”

The butler, who seemed to be quiet, relayed the news to the Duke and Duchess as if this were his role.

“······What shall we do now?”

And, of course, Rebecca’s reaction when she heard that the hairless horse had gone a thousand miles was, of course, resenting me.

Why are you kissing so openly? Didn’t everyone at the Duke’s residence find out about my relationship with you?

Of course, the reaction of resenting me was also a reaction of avoiding responsibility, saying that you should take responsibility because I don’t know, rather than sincerely resenting the fact that we kissed.

Anyway, it was true that my fiancée was blaming me, with her face flushed red from her embarrassment.

“So you didn’t like it?”

My reaction to that was not a reaction that I was particularly responsible for.

Aren’t you good too? If I didn’t like you, I should have clearly told you not to do it when I declared that I would. Reaction like that.

It was a statement that could have been accused of being a criminal if you heard it without knowing the situation properly.

“······No.”

“So what are you talking about?”

Unfortunately, that didn’t sound strange to my fiancée, whose kissing me was more important than the fact that others noticed the relationship.

I was barely (?) Spared from being a criminal.

“······First of all, there is no need to explain.”

Still, Rebecca looks at me and asks if she should come to terms with what happened.

You were right.

If time passes like this, the news will spread to everyone related to us in an instant.

Because Dorothy’s talk and personal connections were huge beyond imagination, and it’s only natural that they would be passed on to our parents as well, as long as they heard of the Duke and Duchess.

Rebecca’s words to hurry up and explain things before people misunderstand were obviously reasonable words.

“What explanation do you mean?”

It’s just that I couldn’t find a reason why people shouldn’t be mistaken.

“····.”

Rebecca stared at me with a blank expression, as if she was at a loss for words at her fat sentence that suddenly jumped out of her mouth.

“The rumor Dorothy is spreading.”

“As a fool, I don’t know what Dorothy, the princess’s most loyal maidservant, is spreading rumors about. Wouldn’t the smart princess tell you about it herself?”

“······Do you still have it?”

“I still think there is a person who doesn’t care about the past like me.”

“····.”

This time, Rebecca’s face contorted as if she had heard the most ridiculous sound in the world.

I always feel like pants, but my fiancée was attracted to her expression so colorful.

“You really don’t know.”

“No, I really don’t know.”

“Don’t lie.”

“You’re lying to me who always speaks the truth. You’ve been talking nonsense since before.”

“······Ugh.”

Rebecca’s body trembled as if she was dying of hate.

If we could make the mimetic word ‘soft’ appear in reality, wouldn’t it be like that?

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No matter how much I think about it, I don’t think there’s anything more suitable than that.

“Do I have to explain?”

“That’s what you mean…”

“It’s not a lie that the princess and I love each other, so why should I explain?”

I was skeptical of Rebecca’s opinion that this should be explained in the first place.

It wasn’t that Rebecca didn’t know how worried she would be when she admitted the truth in front of other people.

Well, I’m not lying. I wondered if there might be a problem.

I said I would like my fiancee. I said I’m going to kiss my fiancée.

What do other people’s opinions matter?

“····.”

Rebecca’s cheeks turned red again from her sudden confession of love.

It was very cute to hear the simple word love melt away on the topic that I was trembling like I was going crazy because I hated it until just now.

Because the fact that she’s cute couldn’t blow up this golden opportunity to make fun of her fiancée.

I didn’t stop driving Rebecca.

“Seeing that I have to keep explaining it, it seems that my fiancée doesn’t love me differently than I do.”

“····.”

“I thought I checked my heart the day I put the ring on, but I guess I was mistaken.”

“······That’s not it.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying it’s not, you stupid fiancée.”

She puts on a puzzled expression on the outside, but Rebecca must have known.

The words that are coming out of my mouth right now are all lies to make fun of myself.

That the hurtful words that come out like rapid-fire non-stop are all lies just to see the reaction of not knowing what to do.

As I’ve said many times before, my fiancée may be called a genius, but she would never be called an idiot.

“Isn’t it?”

“······Ugh.”

Still, Rebecca doesn’t say much. It was because he was a good person from the beginning before he loved me.

It was because even though I knew in my head that it was a lie, the moment I saw myself pretending to be angry, it was hard to ignore it lightly.

It seems that outsiders call Rebecca a ‘cold and unfeeling princess’.

As Rebecca’s fiancé, I knew better than anyone that that nickname was the most ridiculous nickname in the world.

······ Of course, looking back on what Rebecca did when she first saw me, I don’t think she was lying at all.

Anyway, at least right now, it was true that the person who kept his lips tightly shut, which made me feel soft when kissed in front of me, was nice.

“····.”

“······What are you looking at?”

Let’s stare at it while thinking about this and that, and all we hear is an unpleasant voice that we spit out for no reason.

It was a characteristic that popped up when her fiancée had nothing to say.

It was a sentence that could hurt some listeners.

“You don’t like me looking at the princess?”

“You know I don’t mean that.”

“I don’t know.”

“····.”

It was true that it was no blow, or rather, an opportunity to tease someone who already knew Rebecca’s heart.

“······Stop kidding around. I’m serious right now.”

Rebecca declares that she will no longer accept pranks.

It was a big change from the atmosphere just before, and I thought that this was enough to make fun of her fiancée.

“Okay.”

I tried to listen to what Rebecca had to say, slightly erasing the lingering smile on her lips.

“To sum up the situation, Dorothy and the butler witnessed you and I… Doing it.”

“I’m not sure what that scene is. Let’s just say it is.”

“······And Dorothy and the butler saw it and informed everyone in the mansion.”

“Yes.”

“I’m sure by now you know the plants that grow in the mansion’s garden.”

“Yes.”

“What should I do in this situation?”

“Yes.”

“······I’m not listening properly.”

“Yes.”

“····.”

“······· Ah.”

Even though I was just trying.

She gave an answer without much thought and was caught in a judo interrogation.

As a result, she acquired the stinging gaze and notice of her beloved fiancée.

“I must have been serious now…”

“As I said before, I have no idea why my fiancée is worried.”

“·······Yes?”

“There is a reason why the news that the Princess and I kissed shouldn’t spread…”

“Don’t talk so loud…!”

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Rebecca covered my mouth with her hands as her voice grew louder at her sudden resentment.

“····.”

“What if I say that out loud?”

Rebecca’s cheeks turned red from worrying that someone might have heard it, and her red eyes trembled little by little.

The fact that I saw Rebecca like that, the fact that she was blocked by her mouth while she was talking, and the ugly desire that came out of her.

“Ehh…?”

“Princess, would you give me a chance to speak?”

She stretched out Rebecca’s red cheeks with her hands, which had been playing quietly.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Uh… What do you mean by this?”

“Ugh!”

“The Princess won’t give me a chance to speak, so shouldn’t I get a chance like this?”

“····.”

Rebecca is glaring at me with her incredible killing spirit.

I immediately thought that the death penalty of having my pride trampled on was worse than when Estelle visited the hospital the other day.

Even so, the fact that she wouldn’t let go of my hand that was pulling on her own cheeks was the basis for me to keep holding on to her fiancée’s cheeks.

Because if Rebecca, who is many times stronger than me, truly hated this situation, she would have already shaken it off.

“Is it wrong that I kissed the princess?”

“Yes.”

“Then is there any reason why the fact that I and the Princess kissed shouldn’t be known to others?”

“…”

“If these aren’t all problems, then what the hell are you saying we have to keep explaining?”

“····.”

“Are you ashamed to tell others you like me?”

“Huh!”

Rebecca shook her head in denial, holding her cheek as if that was absolutely not the case.

Perhaps he remembered the feelings of inferiority and qualifications that I had confided on the day I caught a bad cold.

Otherwise, there’s no way I’d be so violently denying it.

Once I got a clear answer, I didn’t have to hold on to the cheeks of petty Rebecca anymore.

“····.”

A sharp gaze that pierces my hand the moment it leaves my cheek.

The time of silence came with that sharp gaze.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, it was Rebecca who spoke first.

“······I did it because I was shy.”

“Yes?”

“It was because I wasn’t used to expressing these feelings.”

“····.”

“It’s not because you’re shy.”

“····.”

“······So, again, don’t misunderstand like last time.”

Because I absolutely do not hate you.

The sentence didn’t go to the end, but it was a sentence that gave the illusion that it was heard behind the scenes.

Rebecca’s cheeks were very red, perhaps because my hand had pulled them.