Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

Born as the eldest daughter of the Duke's family, surrounded by sweet parents, a lovely brother and a kind servant, I was raised dearly and dearly. He was an innocent child, dreaming that he would marry a prince in the future, even though he was a little impudent… until then.

I remember that day, that sight.

These fun days don't last 10 years. Being a maiden game villain, I… in the not so distant future, His Royal Highness will be convicted of annoying and destroying my engagement.

Surrounded and cursed by all the attackers, he was horrified to think that this was his future self, but honestly there was less untrained to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

We've only just met and our engagement has just been exchanged. Naturally we weren't even that close, and I can't imagine being more obsessed with him than I know about this future now.

What I couldn't stand was more of a sight after school.

Convicted, disengaged, and waiting for me to return in a dilapidated mental state was a cold gaze throughout the mansion.

That sight of your father yelling at you, your mother crying hysterically, stripping you of your identity and kicking you out of the mansion… even now, I dream about it.

I was smiling until morning.

You said a kind word to me.

My servant doesn't even look at me when my engagement is broken. I was stunned by the speed of that transformation.

It wasn't love that took care of me… it must have simply been a privileged pawn to enter the royal family.

To the fact that it was too spicy for me at the age of seven, I cried and cried... and for a while it seemed to be like a shell out. When I noticed it, there was a dark neighborhood under my mother's eyes.

Seeing me regain my sanity for the first time in a few days, my mother rejoiced in tears.

Oh well... you worried, didn't you?

... If something goes wrong with the pawns you put in the royal family, you'll be in trouble.

I suddenly went crazy and laughed a little… I gave up everything.

The sight that made me desperate that day when I was seven years old is about to be played out. Heavy doors to my mansion that I am accustomed to in front of. Before that, I take a big, deep breath.

It's all right.

Something I've dreamed of many times.

I'm ready for something. I've been simulating this a lot since I was kicked out. Calm down and accept it properly. Though sad... when this is over, I'll be free.

I tell myself, I open the door.

Inside, there was a father with a painful face and a mother with already sobbing eyes.