My Fiancee Was the Villainess of This World

18 – Rude prince and fiancée in a cage (2)

“That….”

“Be quiet.”

“This is a common occurrence when embroidering. So far,”

“Noisy.”

It’s a wound I wouldn’t have suffered if I hadn’t asked for embroidery.

If I don’t do this, something bubbling over will explode.

Even now, I’m actually close to the critical point, but I’m holding back because of your face.

I’m only here as a guest.

“Okay, it’s done.”

I took a bit of a riotous measure compared to being pricked by a needle, but I feel comfortable having to do this.

“Um….”

Priscilla put on a slightly puzzled expression as she caressed the hand I treated.

“Thank you, Maximilian.”

I’m sure you think it’s too much.

Judging from the insignificant reaction, it seems like it happened often, as she said.

But I keep saying thank you for my sincerity.

… Truly, he was not a good fit for the Count Arbest family.

With that thought in mind, Priscilla reached out for her handkerchief again.

I hurriedly grabbed his wrist and made him stand up.

“Eh, Maximilian?”

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry too much….”

Priscilla hesitated with a slightly embarrassed expression and carefully placed her hand on the back of my hand.

“It’s okay. Really.”

The painful experience makes me even more disturbed by that smile that seems to be caring for me while experiencing it myself.

Do you know that or not?

I had no choice but to slowly release her wrist.

“… Don’t worry.”

Actually, I wanted to ask if her finger hurts a lot, sorry to suddenly startle her.

However, even such words of apology did not come out lightly from this needlessly heavy mouth.

“It’s okay. Really. So don’t worry about it.”

Priscilla began embroidering again in the same rhythm as before.

Because there was a reasonable structure in the short time I was there, it felt like it would end soon.

“Priscilla.”

“Yes, Maximilian.”

Is it because the end of the embroidery is visible?

Unlike before, Priscilla was listening to me.

“Is embroidery enjoyable?”

“… Yes.”

If you enjoy it, just laugh a little.

‘… Tsk.’

This is almost confirmed.

Priscilla did not learn embroidery as a hobby.

… She was ordered to make embroidery a hobby.

Isn’t it a truly feminine hobby?

Sober and courteous… It’s a truly feminine hobby, befitting a picture-perfect wife.

Fast.

My teeth were grinding instantaneously.

“Maximilian?”

“Priscilla.”

“Yes.”

“Is this system a shade for you?”

Priscilla lifted her head from her handkerchief and looked at me, and she smiled very softly.

“Yes, is the sun of the empire warm and gracious today?”

It was a sincere smile without a single lie.

Upon touching that smile, a sharp pain spread through her, as if a bruise had broken through her chest.

Is this sympathy, or is it guilt?

‘This is neither a tiger’s den nor a dragon’s lair.’

This is just a cage.

I pulled her out of her gutter and locked her in her cage.

What did she say to me when I committed such a pointless thing?

‘How can this be a shadow, you foolish bastard….’

How come—

With sincere feelings,

Without a single resentment,

Are you showing such a bright smile?

It was frustrating.

Even in the villas of the system, employees are treated like this.

But what kind of treatment were they receiving at the head family of Count Arbest?

‘This must all come from me.’

The daughter of a count family with only a name who managed to make a living in her periphery became the fiancé of the crown prince.

If the crown prince ascends to the throne as it is, how much wealth and glory will the count’s family enjoy?

I don’t know, but the count’s family must have made a huge investment to the extent that I was treated as a rich man.

But I neglected Priscilla for six years.

In the social world, the story was spreading like a joke that I would break off the engagement as soon as I entered Soleil.

How did Count Arbest handle Priscilla?

I must have blamed everything on Priscilla.

I couldn’t even imagine what he would have done to get me in the slightest.

‘Damn it….’

The warm sunlight of early summer permeates the room.

Illuminated by that light, Priscilla was still beautiful.

But now I know, I know.

The reason for the saneness and magic that doesn’t suit his age.

“That… How are you?”

Priscilla gave me her handkerchief with some hesitation.

A small but delicate freesia was embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief.

Perhaps this handkerchief was embroidered in consideration of its purpose so that it would not get in the way.

The thoughtfulness was so beautiful that I felt speechless.

“Maximilian?”

“It is beautiful. How beautiful.”

It was a handkerchief that was beautiful but had a very sad beauty.

I captured those feelings with a handkerchief and put them into my bosom.

Whoa.

Priscilla looked at me and lightly put her hand on her chest and let out a sigh of relief.

“I can’t use this because it’s too precious.”

As I murmured, laughing weakly, Priscilla patted the side of her hair with a slightly embarrassed expression.

It was a bit embarrassing.

“That, as long as you tell me, anytime—”

“This is the first gift I received from you. There can be no substitute.”

Priscilla must have been speechless at my words. She opened her mouth a little, then blushed and quietly averted her gaze.

“… It is already this time.”

Priscilla changed the subject of conversation a little unnaturally.

But I decided to accept her story.

It just seemed like a good excuse.

“It’s a market.”

When I said that, smiling as naturally as possible, Priscilla followed me and covered her mouth with her hand and she gave a small laugh.

“Can you wait a minute?”

Priscilla summoned her maid.

Then, in a small voice, he began to give orders.

“Then shall we go?”

Priscilla said that in a slightly playful way.

So I got up from my seat and held out my hand in line with her prank.

“I can’t wait to see what the cuisine in the countryside will be like.”

“… It’s a taste you can’t easily taste in Jedo Island, right?”

We walked towards the restaurant, exchanging light jokes.

This time, the escort driver and servant brought with me were also with me.

That’s how the luncheon started.

A dinner was set on the table for me and Priscilla.

However, it was not the dinner that caught my eye, but the magic tool called ‘Salus’ installed on the table.

Priscilla, as if sensing my gaze, reacted with considerable embarrassment.

The magic tool called ‘Salus’ is a magic tool that reacts to poison.

This magic tool is basically only used at the table.

Unlike tea, food is cooked and transported out of sight.

Because poison can be mixed in the process, it is a magic tool that gives relief to the people around the table.

The problem is that this magic tool called Salus is a bit expensive and is a ‘consumable item’.

Yes, Salus is consumable.

In other words, it is an item that must have traces of use.

As much as it is a magic tool that detects poison, it is an object that gives trust to the other party only when there are traces of use!

Fast.

My teeth were chipped.

‘I never thought it would be this much….’

This is not to say that there was no need to take it out because there had been no customers here until now.

Salus is not a magic tool used only when guests come, it is an everyday item that should be decorated on the table of a nobleman at any time.

Aristocrats have as many enemies as they do in splendor, and even in the safest households, there are times when their lives are threatened.

That’s why Salus is an inseparable magic tool on the table of nobles.

It is a magical tool that contains the desire to make at least the most relaxing meal.

The problem is that this magical tool is a consumable item that costs a little, but if you are a noble, this is a reasonable expense.

Because peace of mind is more valuable to nobles than money.

However, it is a story that Count Arbest is a place where even such obvious things are not done.

I really couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Priscilla.”

“… Yes, Maximilian-sama.”

Priscilla said my name quietly, cringing like a child who had done her wrong.

That felt so pitiful.

Why do you accept that as your fault?

“There are back alleys in Jedo, but there are no slums. Do you know why?”

“Yes? Ah yes. Sure.”

Priscilla put on her visibly relieved expression, and she gave her a small nod as she continued her explanation.

“Because it is a place where the sun that never sets shines.”

Yes, you are right.

Therefore, the system interprets the expression ‘shade’ as a positive meaning of a shelter where you can rest.

But this is not the shade.

It’s just an ugly cage created by the obstinacy of an old man.

This is not a good place for you, Priscilla.

I jumped up from my seat.

“Eh, Maximilian?”

Then he pulled the tablecloth as hard as he could and threw all the dishes on it to the floor.

Chang-Geurang!

There was only silence in the restaurant with the sound of breaking glass.

I then overturned the empty table.

Kudangtang!

A sound that could never be heard in a normal restaurant resonated widely.

Then, one by one, the servants rushed into the restaurant in bewilderment.

I slowly opened my mouth to look at them.

“Are the imperial family funny?”

Priscilla bowed her head, completely blue.

After catching my eye on Priscilla for a moment, I gnashed my teeth as I looked around her.

“I tried to get past the trivial rudeness. Countess Arbest was a noble from the periphery, so he tried to understand that it might be. It was because Priscilla, my fiancée, had more face than that.”

Did I forget my temper just because I was quiet?

Okay, let me remind you.

Why was I called an idiot?

I grabbed the chair I was sitting on and hit it with all my might.

Kwajik!

As fragments of the smashed chair flew around, the servants screamed briefly and shrank.

I glared at them and slowly opened my mouth.

“I forgive you for your ignorance of not being able to offer simple hospitality even when the imperial family has arrived.”

To curse them was to curse his master, Priscilla.

“Even though I turned to the imperial family with a rude gaze that I wouldn’t even send to a noble, it was passed over.”

A man who has been rumored to be a fool has appeared.

I tried to get over it even if he sent me a bit of a strange look.

Because I also forgave the maids of Biryonggwan even if they walked a tightrope.

“I tolerated even allowing guests to enter the library without the owner’s permission. I decided to believe that he had asked Priscilla for her permission beforehand.”

Priscilla’s shoulders twitched.

As expected, nothing seemed to have been heard.

“Even though the owner was hurt, his teeth were grinding at his calm attitude, but he endured it. I decided to respect Priscilla’s words that embroidery is like that.”

I was already at my limit, but I persevered.

Now, for this moment.

“But it wasn’t. You guys had no respect from the start. You bastards.”

Emotions are not the subject.

Because it is a dual attribute, mana that is not handled properly begins to run rampant.

A small fire started to rise where my feet touched.

The tablecloth caught fire.

“Before Priscilla was the daughter of Count Arbest, she was my fiancee. Haven’t you learned that insulting such a person is an insult to the imperial family? You bastards.”

The flames started to burn more and more.

I don’t have to be here anymore.

“I was disappointed with Count Arbest. I will send you a letter of formal protest in the near future.”

I strode toward Priscilla, who bowed her head like a doll that had completely lost its soul.

Then he grabbed her hand, which was hanging down weakly, and raised her up.

“Let’s go, Priscilla.”

“Just, Mr. Similian… ?”

“A place like this does not suit you. Follow me.”

Priscilla staggered and staggered as if her legs were loose.

The flames intensify.

Sooner or later, the escort troops that were standing by quietly respecting my wishes will move.

I didn’t want to leave Priscilla to them.

Therefore—

“Excuse me.”

Sure.

I held her Priscilla in my arms as naturally as her princess.

“Eh, Maximilian?!”

“Be quiet. This is kidnapping.”

I quickly exited her dining room, smiling softly for only Priscilla to see.

Yes, this is kidnapping.

I just want to watch you from a place where my eyes can reach a little longer.

… It’s this witch