90 – The princess pouts.

There are many uncomfortable things in the world.

Eating or not. Or you have to do something you don’t want to do.

And, among them, the most uncomfortable thing is when you face someone who is uncomfortable to face.

“····.”

“Could you pick which car to go with?”

For example, the person in front of me, like my fiancee.

It would not be a lie to feel resentful towards the past me who chose to visit.

“······Princess.”

“Yes? Did you call?”

“What are you doing all of a sudden?”

“What is it?”

“····.”

At my fiancée’s determined and ignorant reaction, I was overcome with a headache that was even more severe than the one I felt in Mikhail’s office.

I expected to be somewhat angry, but I never thought I would be this angry.

It was only because of this that all the excuses I had prepared seemed useless.

“Are you mad?”

“Me? Couldn’t be.”

“Are you really not pouting?”

“There’s no way I’m going to get mad just for that reason.”

Just because your first kiss wasn’t me, it was someone else.

After listening to that point, I was able to realize one thing for sure.

‘You’re sulking.’

My fiancée, who maintains a calm expression, is obviously pissed off.

Even if it seems like it will never be solved.

I felt like I was facing the biggest ordeal I had ever faced in my life.

Rebecca, who was looking at my expression, said as if it wasn’t really true.

“You seem to think I’m pissed right now… I’m in a very normal state.”

“How can I believe that?”

“I believed that I was your first kiss. Do you not believe that?”

“····.”

You’re right.

It was really absurd to say that she didn’t pout in words when she was already showing that she was pouting in expressions and sentences.

What can I do?

It was I who was at fault, not Rebecca.

My fault was so great that I couldn’t say anything even if Rebecca immediately fell down and begged me for wrongdoing.

‘I can’t tell the truth.’

Of course, that was the case assuming everything Rebecca said was true.

As I said before, it was true that Rebecca had my first kiss.

Rebecca just remembers her job at the time as her dream.

I didn’t mean to blame Rebecca.

Because even if I had been in Rebecca’s situation, it was clear that I would have made the same mistake.

The person who had fought with him until the day before asked, ‘Did you wake up?’ How can you believe it’s real when you’re sitting next to these words?

It was natural to think it was a dream, not reality, and it was natural to feel hurt when I said that I experienced my first kiss that day.

From Rebecca’s point of view, she has no choice but to realize that the other person is not herself.

“You look good. I had a hard time sparring in the morning.”

It’s just a bit unfair that I’m being misunderstood because of that.

Except for this slight resentment, he understood Rebecca’s heart more than anyone else.

“Why did you suddenly fight against each other?”

“It’s just that. I’m just in a bad mood today. Thanks to someone.”

“······Who did you do sparring with?”

“I did it with other knights.”

“····.”

“Are there any problems?”

For some reason, I couldn’t see the knights when I passed the front gate of the duchy.

I thought it was strange that the butler was standing alone.

I never thought that everyone would collapse from the shock of having a sparring with Rebecca.

And at this point, there was one person that came to mind.

‘······ Hans.’

Hans was caught talking with me in the morning.

In fact, he is an accomplice that made this problem so big.

I was very worried about the life or death of Hans, who, unlike me who immediately avoided the scene, would have remained as a knight of the duchy until the end.

“Do you have any questions?”

“······No.”

When I saw Rebecca’s expression, I didn’t dare to ask, so I gave up.

You’ll be fine. At least my fiancee won’t be a murderer.

······Perhaps.

***

It was difficult for Rebecca to judge how she was feeling right now.

Should I say good? Or should I say bad?

First of all, it was a clear fact that both emotions exist.

It is almost impossible to express her feelings in one word.

“····.”

Her fiancé, who was responsible for creating this feeling, was still sitting in front of her, watching her.

Restless, as if she made the slightest misstep and something big happened.

It was clear that her fiancé probably knew. No, she couldn’t have known.

She said she wasn’t pouting in words, but she said that in reality she was very pouting.

That’s why it was clear that she was watching her.

If you think about it, it was a strange thing.

Because her fiancé usually acted moderately, keeping an eye on her to prevent this from happening.

She is the most evil of her villains who always make fun of her and get her pleasure, but it is also true that she always cares about her feelings.

However, her fiancé, Albert Xernias, was not a god.

It was clear that she never expected to hear about it even this time.

Otherwise she wouldn’t just spit out her story about her first kiss, which might be sensitive to her.

“····.”

When I recalled the reason for my irritation, I felt irritated again.

I felt resentful of the person in front of me who was still looking at her.

What happened did he give her first kiss to someone other than her?

What the hell happened? What a big deal happened

I was very resentful of that.

“Princess?”

“Why are you calling?”

“Are you okay?”

“····.”

However, I couldn’t use that as an excuse to ask.

Back then she said she and her fiancé weren’t this close.

At the time, she hadn’t really noticed her feelings for her fiancé.

Even if she noticed, she didn’t have the courage to tell it directly.

A feeling of regret rushed in.

If only then she had noticed her heart.

If you have noticed her heart and told her that she wants to be with you.

Then she wouldn’t have had her first kiss with someone else who was her fiancé.

Perhaps she could have been the first kiss of a person named Albert Zernias.

······I didn’t feel very good.

“Haa…”

“····.”

With one of her sighs, she could feel her seated fiancé flinch.

Perhaps she is concentrating on every single sound she makes.

“······Where have you been?”

“Yes?”

“You disappeared somewhere in the morning. Where did you go?”

“······Visited the office of the crown prince.”

“I knew it.”

As expected, the place where her fiancé fled from her was the office of the easygoing prince.

“Should I at least tell you not to accept it?”

“Yes?”

“No. Nothing.”

I thought I should take some time to tell the prince.

If your fiancé looks like he’s running away from somewhere, don’t accept it.

Isn’t it that people take the Crown Prince lightly because he accepts it at any time like that?

Of course, there were only three people in the empire who looked down on the crown prince, but that didn’t matter too much.

“What did you talk about when you visited?”

“······Are you curious about that?”

“Yes. I told you what I was doing while you were away.”

“You mean beating the knights of the Duke of Valencia?”

“I beat him up. It was an obvious sparring.”

“····.”

“Okay, tell me quickly.”

Otherwise I don’t know what to do with you.

Is it because the hidden, bloody meaning was conveyed? After thinking for a while, her fiancé opened her mouth.

“I didn’t say much. It’s just that life is difficult these days.”

“Could it be that I’m the reason why life is difficult these days?”

“… Could it be because of the princess?”

“You’re late to answer?”

“····.”

It’s not enough that he was late in replying, and now her fiancé is even avoiding her gaze.

It was absurd.

Who is responsible for her upset?

Who is it that makes you feel so bad?

Anyway, I felt like I had to use the last resort I had prepared.

“Anyway, would you like some tea?”

“······Would I just drink it knowing what was in this tea?”

As expected, should I say it?

Befitting her fast-paced fiancé, she noticed that the car in front of her could never be normal.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. It’s a pity, but the princess’s tea is to be drunk next time…”

“Then kiss me now.”

“·······Yes?”

Well, there were plenty of ways to make them drink tea.

“Didn’t you hear? Kiss me now.”

“····.”

She threw a bait she would never get off if her fiance was like a skilled angler.

“······I hope it’s not poison.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not poison.”

Her fiance simply took her bait.

A sweet lure called a kiss.

The lips that drank the tea overlapped with the lips that did not touch the tea close.

The fact that the lips that drank the tea had taken the antidote beforehand and drank the tea was a painful fact.