Observation Record of a Self-proclaimed Villainess’ Fiance

Most of the things written in the Best 100 list of things she wanted to do were of her bridegroom—in other words, me—so, I fully committed them to memory so that I leave out anything. I had to insert them into the schedule.

“Even so, Kuro, I’d be happier if you’d only given this to me sooner…”

When I informed this to Kuro who was silently watching the exchange between Zeno and I,with her usual expressionless face, she waved her tail once and turned her back on me and walked away looking satisfied.

Looking at the way she acted, deciding to hand the list over to me so late in the game had to be her usual mischief, or taking revenge on me for taking away her master.

“Well then, let’s do our best. …Kuro had gone through the trouble of submitting her homework, and more than anything else, I want to make Tia the world’s happiest bride, after all.”

As I flipped through the notebook’s pages,, I leisurely headed over to where my adorable wife was waiting.

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A happy music to welcome the bride resounded within the cathedral.

Originally, it was custom in this country for the cathedral to be silent apart from the applause of the audience, but Bertia’s wish was to have music spill forth.

The selection of the songs was also done by her, but surprisingly, this kind of atmosphere was quite good.

Perhaps the people present also felt the same, and though they appeared slightly surprised at first, now everyone’s expressions were broken out into smiles.

The door of the long corridor in front of me slowly opened, revealing Bertia and Marquis Noches.

Looking at Bertia who was adorned in a beautiful veil, everybody had their breaths taken away.

A beat late, applause to bless us began to resound within the cathedral.

With her hand in Marquis Noches’, my bride walked one step at a time towards me.

Tears began to well up in the corners of Marquis Noches’ eyes.

When I took Bertia’s hand from Marquis Noches, he threatened with a dreadful face, “Let me repeat it over and over again!! I’m entrusting my daughter to you,” so I gave a firm nod while answering, “Leave it to me.”

When I received Bertia’s hand, I experienced the actual feeling of ‘Aah, she is really going to be my wife,’ and I felt a warmth surge forth from my chest.

I felt sorry for Marquis Noches who looked sullen as he refrained from breaking out in tears before my eyes, but my face reflexively relaxed.

“Shall we go, Tia?”

A nervous and trembling “Hahiii!!” floated out from beneath the veil in a small voice in response… She then fell over immediately.

Since I had predicted things might turn out like this for some reason, I wasn’t really flustered as I circled my empty hand around her waist, supporting her naturally.

“I-I-I-I’m sorry, Cecil-sama.”

“It’s a husband’s duty to support his wife. I just did what was a matter of course.”

When I whispered softly next to her ears and kissed her head over the veil, a small gasp and “Hyuu!” could be heard from under the veil.

It was regretful that I couldn’t see her expression due to the veil, but her face was surely flushed under the veil right now.

The proof of that was that the temperature of the hand that I grasped rose, and the part where her skin was exposed faintly turned crimson.

“There’s no need to hurry. Let’s go slowly at Tia’s pace. Even if something were to happen, I will handle it, so there’s no need to be worried, okay?”

“C-Cecil-samaaaa…”

I wonder if it was only my imagination that Bertia’s voice had already become a tearful voice?

What should I do if she was dripping snot and tears the moments I lifted her veil?

That would look cute to me in its own way, so it was fine. However, Bertia herself would mind it, so when I lift her veil, I wonder if I can angle it so that the attendees wouldn’t be able to see her face, so I can quickly mop it up with a handkerchief?

“Everything is going to be fine, okay?”

When I turned to face her with a smile, perhaps Bertia had regained a little bit of composure, and she began to walk slowly.

Of course, I kept one hand on her waist so that she wouldn’t fall again, while other hand was still tightly grasping hers.

…I just have to say, this was a measure so that she’d be safe, and it was by no means because I had an ulterior motive, all right?

When we arrived in front of the archbishop who managed the cathedral, even if I was quite reluctant, I still took my hand off her waist and faced forward.

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