Act Gracefully As A Villainous Lady

"That's unusual. I can't believe you're here to ask me for an audition."

"I don't have time to pretend anymore."

Willem Herschel sincerely told him that, rounding his eyes uncommonly, but in front of his somewhere happy brother.

"I want you to arch for the swordsmanship tournament," he asked, explaining the situation, and his brother - Anselm - slapped him on the knee and laughed.

"I didn't think you'd do such a bold imitation...! Ha, do you propose to the lady in the Duke of Maxwell's house directly from the front? Fishing for sea bream with shrimp..."

"Well, let me tell you something, I didn't ask her to marry me because she was a Duke."

When I said that back a little bit, Anselm had a slightly mean grin.

It is a very invisible expression to the innocent maidens who think of him.

"That may be so...... hey Willem, you don't take that around 100%. Objectively, no matter what you think, you're unfamiliar with the opposite goal."

"... I know"

Willem knows as well as he does that he and Merriah Rose don't match each other.

She is the treasure of the noble Duke's house. Compared to that, I am a three man who has no merit whatsoever and is not even a trace of the Count family.

As a pest leaning on his precious daughter, it's so strange that he hasn't been erased by the Duke of Maxwell's house.

- Still, the thoughts fit.

That's why we can't just give up here.

Willem has long lived without high hopes in everything.

When I was in the mood, I felt like I was already in a good position: the three men of the Count family.

The position of tracing the Count family, status, honor and praise, everything belonged to my brother, who was too good.

If you say you've never envied it, it's a lie, but if you look at a brother who's too good in everything, you're no longer even going to have the strength to compete.

No matter how much I raise, I can't be like my brother myself. Yes, maybe he gave up.

- The more I am, the better if I can live a life that is not quite as disabling.

With that in mind, I've never taken anything seriously, I've just vaguely spent my days.

I rode the minister's ridiculous plan, too, out of a deliberate sentiment that if I could get close to him or Prince Ulysses, I might easily get a position there.

But in that plan, Willem met.

I will do everything I can to be sincere about any ridiculous thing, to the blind villain warrant.

At first I thought he was a hell of a man.

I don't think it's a sane shack, such as favoring and taking on the lossy role of Villain Warrant Lady in the first place.

Still, sometime, while I was swinging by her desperate...... I couldn't help but be attracted to her.

She always worked so hard. Unfortunately, her efforts turned out scattered for their original purpose... but it would undoubtedly be thanks to the dedication of Mary Rose that Prince Ulysses and Lynette were successfully connected.

She was dazzled to play Villain Warrant Lady Suddenly.

I think you're a lady who grew up spoiled around, trying to fight for others without taking risks.

The look on Rin's face, the slightest detour, the boldness... everything was preferred and it didn't take long to make her seem loving.

I want to see more of her. I want to be by your side. I want to protect it. I don't want to give it to anyone.

While I know it's not supposed to come true, I get more and more thoughts. Ever since I stopped playing Villain Warrant Lady, there have been constant courtship men around Merriah Rose.

Every time I saw someone like Pascal Spencer touching her, I was jealous and seemed to manage.

Around Merriah Rose are the princes who deserve her much better than Willem.

Willem, who has nothing, gets the love of Mary Rose, etc., was a wish that could not have been fulfilled.

Communicating this thought with cleanliness, if it was rejected, I had also decided to pull myself back and keep an eye on her from the shadows the whole time.

But still...

- "It's me, I want to make love to you"

I can still clearly recall the sweet voice color I dreamed of then, the soft plush, the warm body temperature.

I got my hands on it.

Melia Rose watched me properly about Willem.

- She chose me over anyone else.

Status, honor, everything belonged to someone on top of me.

Still, she's the only one... who chose Willem himself, not anyone else.

That's why Willem decided to dedicate everything to Merriam Rose.

From those around me, I'm sure I'll look like a hell of a man with no discernment.

I know a hundred things about that.

I was also sporadically threatened by Meliá Rose's brother to "erase you if I got my hands on you at all, in the present state of being engaged and doing nothing".

But that's not Willem I'm afraid of.

Though under strict conditions, he gave Willem a chance to entrust Merriah Rose.

Never, you can't lose. Whether the opponent is an elite knight, gorilla or dragon, Willem must necessarily dedicate his victory to MerriaRose.

You found Willem's determination to be firm, Anselm laughs and stands up.

"I'm tough. Just because they're my brother doesn't get out of hand."

"I just want it. On the contrary, if you get out of hand, you're in trouble."

When I told him that from the front, my brother laughed all the time. The look on his face looked somewhere delightful.

"Great. Then your brother will do his best to work you out. Spitting blood reflexes won't tolerate retiring, so I'm going to."

When he snorted firmly and showed it, Anselm tightened his expression.

From the face of a brother teasing his brother to the face of a knight who trains his men.

"Ideal Knight" and popular Anselm for the maidens in the alley, but feared "ghost instructors" by the youth of the Knights.

Willem had also been under his Spartan guidance from an early age, but that was something he didn't like and couldn't help but run around even.

- But... I'm not running anymore. You can't run away.

You can't make a sound like this to be a man who deserves a little Merriah Rose.

Not as a brother, but as a courtesy of those who beg for teachings, Anselm lifted his mouth.

"... I'm ready"

Stay put, we'll both take you up to the training ground.

On that path, Anselm looked back at Willem as he remembered.

"Speaking of which, the next sword tournament. I hear the winner is thrilled to have the right to officially propose to Miss Mary Rose."

"Where does such a demma come from..."

"In addition to those who are currently proposing to her, leading aristocrats everywhere are trying to send in powerful people? Oh and..."

Anselm stopped and told Willem with a serious look.

"Prince Roberto studying from a neighboring country… rumor has it that he will compete too"

"Huh?"

"I hear his sword arm is quite something.... It's tough to have so many competitors, Willem."

Willem told Anselm quietly, shrugging his shoulders, for Christ's sake.

"Whoever they are, they're not going to lose."

"I've come to say something quite bold... is this also the power of love?

"Aren't you ashamed to say it yourself..."

"Nothing? But if I win, Miss MerriaRose's son-in-law candidate? If I were just a little younger..."

"Huh!?

No way this brother is talking about Melia Rose too......!? and Willem accidentally raises his bare voice.

Then Anselm laughed furiously.

Willem stared at his brother when he realized that he had been made fun of by the reaction.

"Don't worry, your brother is rooting for his cute little brother"

"... ha"

"But a forbidden relationship with my sister-in-law is a circumstance."

Probably kidding, Willem pierced the unresponsiveness.

But just in case, I swore to keep Meliá Rose as close to Anselm as possible.