Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

"Maria, if you want your lady to come home, please discuss it properly. It's okay, Master Kilua's schedule is holding up, and we know where your daughter is going.... don't worry about my four-year-old daughter."

In the midst of Maria's declaration of escape, Orsene threw everything she wanted to say and left. Only the last one would have had a 30% increase in low voice.

Neither of the two of us could walk away when I was told to discuss it, and I sat down on the bench. We are next door, but Vauderia is at the tip of the line, and there is no exchanging words. Cold silence.

If you take Orsene's words as they were, Maria worried about us and ran away at the end of it.

There are countless things on my mind.

Between myself and Vauderia is a high, thick rock wall. Of course there is nothing wrong with Vauderia. I'm the one who doesn't have to correct the original, and Vauderia is no exaggeration to say she's a victim.

He's become my wife, he's been chosen by me.

I found her that day.

× × × ×

When I was just twenty-three years old, I attended a party about my father, the previous Tempest family owner. I forgot what party it was, but it wasn't a big name to say that I didn't remember.

Although I was not yet in charge at the time, I am certain that I will be in charge for the next term, and those who are not only for commercial purposes but also for friendship purposes will flock around me. Such party venues were honestly boring and cramped, and I could not always wipe away my depressing mood.

Maybe that's why I remember it vividly.

Unchanged gaze. Unchanged conversation. What surrounds me is no different than usual.

The difference was one.

Only Vauderia was different from everything I know.

Neither dresses nor ornaments are even flashy in cosmetics. The appearance of renouncing decorating oneself is overwhelmingly inferior to the other participants, far from the image of the 'Lady of the Order' I know.

─ ─ I thought it was beautiful. For the first time in my life, I fell in love with people.

I don't know why. As much as I'd like to hear.

Why were you so strongly attracted to her? Why can't I take my eyes off her like I can suck her off?

Two days later, my childhood friend told me why.

It's the same lightness that exhales air, rather just to say why I don't know.

The next day, I found out her name.

Vauderia Wimpt, the eldest daughter of the Earl's family.

And three days later, I'll see her again.

× × × ×

How long would the silence have lasted? Her nervousness came from all over her body.

I was the one who couldn't stand it anymore.

"Me and... Remember the day we first met?"

"Eh... too, of course. When you make a pageant..."

"No."

"To…………?

"A week before that."

In my words, Vauderia leads her gaze everywhere in a hurry. I guess I'm going back to my memory. I don't know if I'm mixed up in my memories other than what I took out.

But there's no point in how much I think back. Because the answer for Vauderia is correct in her answer earlier.

Just for me.

What's the right answer for me?

"There was a party a week before the pageant, where I... found you"

"Party......"

"Ah. That's why I wanted to talk to you."

"... Huh?

"I wanted to marry you, so I nominated you."

Born into a nobleman, he was twenty-three years old and had no lover or wife. The Tempests had no objection to the friendship I had hoped for. There was no reason for the Wimpt family, the Count, to refuse the Duke's friendship, and our marriage was wrapped up.

Just leave alone the feelings of Vauderia, a party.

"…… I'm sorry."

I stood up and bowed my head in front of her.

Vauderia's bewildering atmosphere conveys to the top of his head.

"Dear Kilua..."

"I had to ask, but I had to give it the highest priority, and I...... didn't try to figure out how you felt"

Ignoring everything to be omitted, I just prioritized my feelings and put a lid on what I needed to see.

Bury the outer moat, hunt it down with power, unilaterally push the marriage that is supposed to be love.

"I don't think I can help apologizing now. What I did…… was just a rampage."

A forced marriage pushed her through, pushing her forward without absorbing her feelings. It should have been a beating and outrage.

There's no way they like me. I can't help but hate you.

I know. Really, I know.

"Still, I like you."

× × × ×

…………

Is that what you mean when you say "snort"?

Kilua-sama's words revolve around the thought circuit that has abandoned much thought of shock.

He said he liked me... he said he liked me.

He said he wasn't paranoid, he wasn't hallucinating, he did like me.

"…… ho, really."

My voice trembles. No, not just the voice, but the fingertips that got cold and lost color and temperature. When I squeezed my hands together, I shook every fist and realized how upset I was.

Isn't that a lie? Isn't that a convenient dream? Master Kilua will look straight at me.

Beautiful blue eyes. Some people are afraid of their eyes, but I was eager to see them.

It's not a dream. I'm not lying. I'm not delusional. It's not an illusion.

This is reality.

"... I thought you hated me."

Married at nineteen, became husband and wife, and Maria was born. Literally, it may look good, but reality doesn't go that beautifully.

I knew what he looked like and what his name was, but someone on a cloud I'd never spoken to, that's Kilua to me at nineteen. When the conversation came, I couldn't avoid it because of my family, and I got married, but there was always a question mark in my mind that no one could ask.

Why did you choose me? I am plain and not particularly beautiful. I have a peculiar eye color, but I've been rather scorned for it. Even though the prince would never be the princess to behold.

So I thought. This is a political marriage.

I'm sure Master Kilua didn't want to marry me. The truth is, it's better to have a more beautiful and smart woman. That is like the beautiful young ladies who surround him before and after marriage.

Once the inflamed assumptions were not extinguished, and once they were, I couldn't even speak well with Master Kilua... even though he was being nice to me confused.

If I realized it, I'd almost lost my involvement as a couple.

"I was lost, I stopped, I couldn't accept you for trying to walk away... and I thought you regretted getting married."

You've been so good to me, but you've been so nice to me, you've stuck it all out. If I told you I was young, I would have done that, but it's hard to think of what I lost there.

We talked less often, and we met less often... and when I realized it, I couldn't take it back.

"Over and over again, I thought we had to talk. I stopped because I didn't know how to proceed... and you made me think like this."

All this time, it was Kilua-sama who tried to walk me over. There's so much arrogance in wanting to get away as soon as he stops walking while he keeps poking at it.

It was just sweet and I didn't act. My sweetness for myself made Maria anxious. My beloved daughter, only four years old. My father and mother were sweet and spoiled, and I didn't have to worry about that girl whose job was just to grow a smile.

And this is the last chance Maria gave me.

If I waste it, I don't deserve to be named Maria's mother.

"Sure...... at that pageant, all I had was a political thought, and it was a marriage where there was no love anywhere but doubt"

…………

To my words, the look on Master Kirua's face remains unchanged. Naturally, you think so. I just narrowed my eyes a little bit, sadly.

Words that hurt him like blades. A solid fact to say. My honest feelings back then.

A man on a cloud with excellent family and appearance. People who can get love and envy from a lot of people. But that's why I'm not good in love enough to love and rush right away.

Nineteen-year-old I certainly didn't love him.

"But that's how I feel when I'm nineteen"

Since then, the moon has flown.

Nineteen years old, I disappeared a long time ago.

"Now I do not regret marrying Master Kilua"

When I was nineteen, I didn't think of you as a lie.

Now, at this moment, at this moment, there is no slight regret.

"I am… I, too, like Master Kilua"

I didn't even realize you were hurting me, and I'm sorry I assumed you were scratched. Thank you for meeting me, thinking about me, and wanting to.

It's all now, but it's something I had to tell you sooner, but I can't help but tell you.

On that day, almost six years after we were married, we knew it was the first time we had thought of each other.