Act Gracefully As A Villainous Lady

"Jail......?

To an unexpected opponent, Meliá Rose hurriedly stretches her spine and smiles and shows it.

Was he also here to watch the tournament?

Melia Rose has previously asked him to marry... something that seems

I thought maybe... but surprisingly, he's not in this tournament. There's no sign of a surrogate.

- That's right. Jail doesn't believe in such stupid rumors...!

There seems to be a widespread demeanor in the alley that the winner gets the right to officially propose to Merriah Rose, etc., but I'm sure he didn't pelican swallow such rumors.

Melia Rose was just a little relieved.

"Senior Willem seems to be winning well."

"Oh yeah......!

"And Senior Julia."

"Julia? I wonder what you mean. Looks like someone else who looks a lot like Giulio."

With a full smile, Merriah Rose deluded confidently.

Even a bright red lie can make you assume it's true if you put your chest up and say it like it's grand.

Ohoho, Julia, the noble lady, can't be in a tournament like this. It wasn't some mistake? With the thought of..., Melia Rose says so in white.

The opposing Jail had a troublesome ambiguous grin.

Before being stuck any more, Melia Rose rushes her head around trying to change the subject.

"Jail, by the way. Have you checked the recommended gourmet map for the Kingdom Festival yet? I have a few shops I care about."

"Hehe, Sister Melia is the same, isn't she? … of course checked"

Operation Success! When Jail took the gourmet map out of his nostalgia, that store began to make eyes shine and talk about it.

- Heh heh, puberty boys, after all. You must have no eyes for delicious things......!

As I watched Jail keep happily talking, nostalgia engulfed Melia Rose's chest.

This is what we both used to talk about when we were still young, Meliá Rose and Jail.

"... it kind of reminds me of the old days"

Apparently, Jail was thinking the same thing.

He loosened his mouth somewhere to be missed.

"When I was little, Sister Melia used to tell me, didn't she? The house over there is good tea party treats, and the tea in that mansion is different."

"Hehe, I miss you"

Now it's time for the schoolgirls to make a cawdy noise, but Jail was a boy who was a lot of drawn-in ideas at a very young age.

In an effort to encourage him, who was always shrunk like a frightened kitten, Melia Rose fished with delicious food information from each house she bought independently, while pulling her hand and taking him out to tea parties and parties.

Sometimes I thought it might be an extra treat, but apparently it was a good memory for Jail.

To that fact, Meliá Rose's chest twitches and warms.

"Well, I can't get out during the tournament because I'm a victorious maiden... why don't you come with me after the tournament?

If I noticed, those words were sticking out of my mouth.

Maybe it's because I remember the old days and how I felt back then.

When Jail rounds his eyes as if surprised, he lays his eyes down as if he was in some trouble.

"... okay, me"

To the words, Merriah Rose remembered the situation much more now.

Yes. The relationship between Meliá Rose and Jail has changed considerably from what it used to be.

Jail asked Mary Rose to marry her, and Mary Rose has her reply on hold.

Perhaps the words now were a little frivolous.

"It's... there you go! Let's all go! Hehe, everyone would be surprised if Master Ulysses showed up with patience!

In a hurry to add that, Jail laughed all the time.

He stares at him as he is, and Meliá Rose feels somewhat uncomfortable.

"... really, Sister Melia has been kind for a long time"

"That's not true."

"No, I don't know a gentler woman than Sister Merliah. You have always been."

Jail comes one step closer.

And he grabbed Merriam-Rose's hand and held it gently.

"Jail......!?

"Sister Meliá, are you sure?"

There is strength in Jail's hands. Merriah Rose could only keep an eye on this younger youth trend without knowing what to say.

"Rumors are circulating that the winner will be entitled to marry you at this year's swordsmanship tournament"

"That's bullshit."

"Of course. But... few actually compete to get you"

"Even if they win, they pay up front!

"That's... even Senior Willem?

To Jail in a tone somewhere to try, Merriah Rose got stuck in words for a moment.

In that reaction, I guess Jail guessed something.

"... in the end, so is that guy. I can't believe I'm treating you like a prize."

To the words that Jail crumbled, Merriah Rose hurriedly opens her mouth to correct his mistake.

In the alley, there are rumors that the winner of the swordsmanship tournament will be Mary Rose's wedding partner, so to speak, Mary Rose is treated like the winning prize of this tournament.

But Willem isn't.

He is competing to show his strength to make the Maxwell family acknowledge his friendship with MerriaRose.

I didn't want Willem with guys like Jail's imaginary, looking only at Merriam-Rose's pattern.

"Prizes...? Jail, no!

"Sister Meliá is really nice"

"That's why I'm not!

"How can a kind person like you always lose money? In that habit, - someone like him sits in a dignified..."

"Jail......?

There's something wrong with Jail when he bumps and whines about something.

He seems to be looking at Meliá Rose and not at Meliá Rose.

He keeps bumping and whining about things he doesn't really know, with a face like he came up with somewhere.

"Jail!"

"... Sister Meliá"

Calling in haste, Jail stared straight at Merriah Rose and laughed softly.

The face was the same as when I found him hiding in the shadows, scared of something, and pulled my hand.

- I knew it, you wouldn't change. I know Jail very well.

So if you talk properly, you'll solve the misunderstandings.

Melia Rose managed to open her mouth to talk theoretically, but pulled Melia Rose's hand hard, which Jail remained holding faster than that.

"Geez."

Unexpectedly out of balance, Meliá Rose dresses up as if she were keeping Jail's self.

Jail whispered small in his ear as he softly hugged Merriah Rose.

"Sister Merliah, I... want you to be happier than anyone else."

"What?"

"So... I'll take care of it"

I feel a strong impact on my neck before asking back what...

And not long before he resisted, Merriam-Rose's consciousness was swallowed by darkness.