I'm Troubled by the Prince's Love ~Reincarnated Heroine, The Otome Game Struggle~

The next morning I fell asleep. Silvi woke up a heavy body and headed to a private bathroom that was equipped for the room.

When I'm in a hot shower, things come back to life a lot about yesterday.

(After all, where am I headed?)

Arthur and Diedrich, and Leon.

Diedrich felt like he was clearing the event for once, but I don't know why it ended with Arthur.

What was it? What about that furious Tao dele?

And it's Leon.

I remember how Leon was last night, and Silvi shuddered.

I don't even want to think that my brother, who also thought he looked like a cute angel, might be really after himself.

(Stop. I don't know, but it doesn't mean I thought about it)

I sighed and stopped the shower I had left out.

By the way, how come there's a shower in this world? and I was suddenly curious about something I had never questioned before, but I was somewhat convinced that it was probably because it was the game world.

Bathrooms, toilets, those that you'll definitely take care of.

It's obvious, but it's better to be comfortable.

There was no way Silvi could let go of a clean and easy to use water circumference on a level no different from that of modern Japan, which reminded me of my previous life.

(Maybe it was good in a fantasy worldview game in a way. I don't want to be a bath play or a real medieval European world. Too unclean......)

With that in mind, Sylvie perspired, letting her exclusive maid help her, checking her stature thoroughly, and then going down to the dining room downstairs. It is up to me to take the meal in the dining room.

"Good morning. Father, Mother."

"Morning, Silvi"

"Morning."

A dining room lined with portraits of historical marquises. In a high position there are windows, allowing natural light to come in.

The ten could afford to eat. Breakfast was ready on the table.

I greet my father and mother, who were already seated, before taking their own seats.

One of the butlers, sloppily lined up behind him, poured tea into Silvi's cup with a respectful trick.

The fragrance of tea spreads flutteringly.

……

Silence lasted for a while. It sounds mild to such an extent that it does not go against cachachacha and courtesy.

While I picked up breakfast, I guess I was watching.

It was Silvi's father, the Marquis of Leavert, who cut the fire.

"... Silvi. How was your night club last night?

Sylvie smiled as troubled as she looked into her father's eyes expecting something.

"What do you say, as usual. Nothing particularly unusual."

When I gave it back because something wasn't actually going on, the Marquis groaned "uhm," but tried to keep talking further.

"Really...? That would be nice, actually..."

"Good Morning"

At a time when the Marquis was about to say something, Leon just walked in.

Noticed it, the Marquis shifted his gaze from Silvi to Leon and said in a soft voice.

"Morning, Leon. That's unusual, sleepyhead?

"Good morning, father-in-law. Sorry, I'm late."

Gently bow your head, Leon. The standing behavior was full of elegance. Even though he is only fourteen, Leon has already created the atmosphere that the next Marquis deserves. Of course, that's probably the result of his efforts, but Silvi thought there was something big about him: his natural qualities.

"Sometimes I don't mind, what's up? Are you ill, too?

The Marquis is as adorable as Silvi about Leon, who took it away four years ago.

Leon laughed and shook his head at his stepfather, who looked worried.

"No, I just had a bad dream. There's nothing there."

"Well, I hope so."

Leon took his seat after the sight of his stepfather to sit down. Just in front of Silvi.

Leon smiled when he noticed Silvi.

"Good morning, sister"

"Good morning."

To a mild voice, Silvi returned a greeting while standing back.

Leon calls Sylvie's parents on her father-in-law (of which), on her mother-in-law (of which) and with familiarity and respect. And yet I call Silvi 'sister' because, at the beginning of the pickup, Silvi asked me to call him that.

From now on, Silvi said, trying to live as a true sister and brother, and wanted the name 'sister' to feel familiar.

"What kind of dream did you have?

"Yeah? I forgot when I woke up"

"What's that?"

That just happened last night. I was just wary of Silvi, but I couldn't hide my surprise in a completely unchanged interaction.

(Huh? The usual Leon?

"What's going on? Sister."

"Ugh, yeah. Nothing."

I rush to deny it, lowering my gaze. Silvi was gut-posing in her heart, even as she ate with a face she didn't eat.

(Huh? Could it have been that one yesterday that succeeded in folding the Leon Route flag? That's what this is about! Yay, yay, yay!

I felt like raising my hands and shouting delight.

Silvi doesn't want to see Leon or anything like that again.

Leon said he was relieved heartily that it was good.

"Sister, I'm sorry about yesterday"

"Hmm?"

I looked up at him wondering what it was about, and Leon said with a smile.

"I asked my sister a lot about getting in. I don't have that right. [M] That was uncomfortable, wasn't it? I was actually worried that you hated me."