The Villain Daughter Enjoys Her Seventh Life as a Free-Spirited Bride in a Former Enemy Country

"Mmm..."

It's the yang plugging through the window. My consciousness slowly rose in the midst of it.

Hit the comforting glare upside down, there's no wall where I imagined it.

Realizing that he was sleeping on a wider sleeping table than usual, Liesche stretched out her hands and legs as much as she wanted.

Is this my room in the Duke's house? Or the royal palace of the king of the desert who stayed in the merchant's life, or the bed of straw in the samurai's life?

My sleeping memory is cloudy and I don't know where I am. After a relaxed stretch, Liesche opened her eyes.

……

The sleeping area has a lid and is protected by a thin, water-colored cloth. When I watered down the sun and turned the cloth that looked pale and transparent on the other side, it was a murderous room with no furniture or carpets.

(... I did...)

I don't need morning training, medicinal garden care, breakfast support, or a look at the conditioning bottle I planted last night. Not to mention, this wasn't even the inn we stayed in while traveling to Garchhein.

Understanding that, Leishe buries her face in a pillow with Po Sun.

"... fluffy..."

In the bedroom, I accidentally leaked to myself.

Due to the height of the day, it would be about six in the morning now.

And I went into the bedroom last night, which should have been near midnight with a changing date.

(Which means... Could it have been six hours of sleep...?

That fact is incredible to Liesche.

Around four hours of sleep has been the norm so far in my life.

When I was a knight or in the life of a pharmacist, it was less than three hours if I did poorly.

(... Plus, I'm only planning on cleaning up after this today. I'm a hostage in the first place. That means maybe... a little more, don't you sleep...?

Sometimes when I thought about it that way, a knock sounded in the room.

"Mr. Lieche. Are you awake?"

"Ha, yes!!

When I jump up in a hurry, my voice continues through the door.

"This is Oliver with His Royal Highness Arnold. I apologize for being so quick. I want to give you something."

"Please wait a moment. I'll be right there."

When Leishe gets off the sleeping table, she quickly changes and checks herself out.

Close the lid on the bedroom, open the door, and Oliver the squire was smiling.

"Excuse me early in the morning, but I was only about to leave His Royal Highness's office at this time. I'm relieved that you've already done your morning job."

"Yes, you're right... Oliver, haven't you slept much?

"This is an ugly place to be. I had a build-up of paperwork - but myself and others are still good people. Your Highness hasn't even taken a nap since yesterday."

Liesche remembers Arnold yesterday.

I even came to the balcony in this room, but shouldn't I have gone to bed if I had that time?

"Your Highness is busy, isn't he? But it looked like you were working in the carriage on your way home."

"As for the paperwork I did before I left, it's all done during the return journey. - His Royal Highness is currently processing the work he has accumulated during his visit to the Hermity Country."

"Oh......"

Convinced and sympathetic, Liesche lowers her eyebrows.

Even the person who killed himself is just pathetic in a situation where he is likely to be busy being chased by official business. Liesche apologized to Oliver.

"I'm sorry, Oliver. I can't believe it was that night club you attended until you stopped working."

"No, there is no phase extinction either. His Highness said," I'm not going to marry you for the time being, "because this is how he found you."

Oliver smiled with a grin. It's an honest, people-loving grin.

But Liesche was concerned about a certain point, and I gently spread my hands. And tell Oliver.

"Go ahead, don't hesitate, take a look at as much as you can"

"... Yes?

"Well, you've been watching me for a while now, haven't you? If you have any concerns, please do so until you feel comfortable."

"This is this"

After Oliver rounded his eyes, he opened his mouth as he had noticed.

"As His Highness said, you have first-rate talent as a swordsman. I know it's because I'm immature, but I didn't know you'd notice such trivial signs..."

(... Though my intuition was when I was a merchant rather than a swordsman's account right now)

Leishe has seen Oliver-like eyes many times earlier.

An aristocratic eye that determines if the item offered to you is not a fake. Or the eyes of a merchant trying to pick something beneficial out of a jade stone mix.

In other words, it was an easy price to understand.

"I have done a great deal of disrespect to those who will be your master's queen. I beg your pardon."

Oliver bowed deeply, so Leishe stopped it.

"Terrible. Please raise your face."

It is only natural, as a squire, to be alert to the man who has suddenly been married. More than that, he has something to ask.

"Master Oliver is truly worried about His Highness. Have you been by your side long?

"I was originally a knight candidate in this country. Your Highness picked me up where I had been badly injured and I was so sorry to be of service. I have served as a squire for about a decade now."

"... If you are so exhausted, do you know why His Highness Arnold intends to marry me?

"It's"

Oliver was bewildered and opened his mouth later when he looked at him.

"To be honest, I was actually surprised myself. His Highness has always said, 'I do not intend to marry you for the time being'. Nonetheless, I think I've suddenly changed my mind since I met you in Hermity."

Have you not revealed your sincerity to your belly-hearted followers? I couldn't figure out what Arnold was up to more and more, and I felt sorry for him.

"But, Mr. Leishe. Let me assure you of one thing."

Oliver rushes to open his mouth, mistakenly assuming Liesche is anxious.

"I've seen it beside you for years, but I've never seen His Highness seem to have so much fun. In front of you, Lieche, you laugh very honestly."

……

Isn't that just amusing?

"Oh? You don't seem very happy. Her Royal Highness is very popular with women because of her face."

"I admit it would be awesome hot, but when you ask me if I'm happy... That behavior towards me simply feels like being treated like a toy."

"Ha."

Oliver just laughed and didn't deny it to me. Again, from his point of view, isn't it the same feeling?

"I'm glad you understand my lord. - We talked about it, but please take this."

What Oliver offered was three documents.

"Your Royal Highness told me to give you a list of guests to be invited to the matrimonial ceremony."

"Thank you. I was just about to ask you."

It was quick and helpful to talk around being arranged without having to ask. The leashes confirm the names of the national guests listed there one by one.

(His Majesty Zahad. To His Royal Highness Prince Kyle, Her Royal Highness Princess Harriet...... After all, the Kingdom of Domana is not His Majesty the King, but Lord Jonal is present on his behalf)

That's right. I thought of it as a face name. For Liesche, this is not just a list of wedding attendees.

This is, in a way, the list of key figures in each country that Arnold turns to his enemies.

Before Arnold kills his father emperor a few years later and starts a war of aggression, there is an opportunity for the situation in each country to change.

The people listed here could be considered associates.

(His Majesty Zahad. Though I'd be happy to keep you company this time, like when you were in a merchant's life. I wonder if His Royal Highness Prince Kyle is going to be impotent again even though you are weak... since you are a responsible person on official business, you will be joining us on a long journey)

I remember them having been involved in my life before, and I felt nostalgic.

(sooner or later, the people who will be Garchhein's 'enemy nation'. Still, if I hit my hand now, I might be able to prevent the relationship from deteriorating, even if I don't have to be on my side)

I want to believe that doing so will help avert war. Oliver, unaware of such a leachette's mood, moves on to the story.

"The matrimonial ritual is in three months, so I'll be ready in time for that."

"Yes, thank you."

"I would like to talk to you in advance about the current matter of concern, tomorrow night's meeting - …"

"Tomorrow's... Huh?

"Yes?"

Now, what did I say?

Oliver's face became cloudier and cloudier as I listened back to Liesche.

"... Hello, Lieche. Haven't you heard from His Highness?

"Oh, nothing at all. Do you have a night club tomorrow?

"Oh no more that one......!

I sensed an approximate situation to Oliver, who held my forehead and leaned down.

"... you have. Besides, as you know, Your Highness is trying to grip me without telling me?

"What I did was a detour......!" I don't need to let you serve leashes at those nightclubs. Keep me informed of my absence, 'he said,' but in the end, it's all about listening to our persuasion!

I sympathized with Oliver. There's no way the Crown Prince's fiancée, no matter how much, isn't going to be at a nightclub in the Imperial Castle.

"... it's okay, Master Oliver. I'll get out. Don't worry, I'll get out right."

"Thank you, Leishe! Then I will hurry to elect a samurai and have her confirmed by the end of the day, so let me send her here as soon as I decide."

"No, that's fine. This time, I will do my duty alone."

I have some thoughts about the selection of the samurai.

Seeing the samurai interactions yesterday, they're having a rub around Liesche's samurai candidate.

'If you decide anyway, you'll solve it' than the samurai will bowl each other in the washroom and well.

"But isn't it difficult to support you by yourself?

"No problem. You can tie your hair by yourself, or you can wear a dress. Don't worry, we bring costumes and cosmetics from home."

Rounding Oliver's eyes, Leishe was in a big hurry to reassemble her plans for cleaning today and tomorrow.

"- His Highness Arnold. There's something I'd like to do for you."

Rieshe, dressed in a nightclub costume, said so at the opening.

"I wanted a certain herb seed and a corner of the garden that I could have in the field. I'm writing down a list, so I'd love to talk to you later."

"... leachet"

"What I want. You told me to think about it, didn't you?

Arnold, somewhat tired of the face, sighed as Liesche put his neck up. Has Oliver been ready for once, with a red cape on his usual black military uniform and black gloves in his hands as well?

"Oliver didn't tell me about this night club. This is a pointless thing that my father emperor made me open up to keep the body of 'The Crown Prince's marital partner is also looking for from within the country'"

"Well, I see. You were."

Indeed, the nobles in the country must be unhappy if it is only outside the country that they are looking for the best stock of marriage: the Crown Prince.

"I don't need a night club like this any more than I'm engaged to you. It's not hard to imagine the nobles turning their curiosity to you, the hostage."

"But I already did."

That's what Liesche said, letting her pick the hem of the dress.

What you're wearing is a bright sea-colored dress. Multiple layers of thin fabric and plenty of drape on the hem swell like a floral stump.

Coral colored hair was braided and put together with hair decorations. He wears thin makeup, pearl earrings, and shiny polished shoes.

"Remember, Your Highness. I may indeed be, for this country, 'the Crown Princess as a hostage'. But I'm not ashamed of that."

'Cause it's my choice.

When I told him that, Arnold glanced.

- Go ahead, reveal your fiancée.

Reaching for an escort, Arnold had the invincible grin as usual after exhaling as he had given up.

"I have no choice. Forgive me for touching you."

"Each other, over gloves."

Arnold takes Liesche's hand and starts walking.