The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

Vladimir looked out at the garden, tucked into a corridor connecting the Duke's residence to the library.

Eurmagna flowers are daffodils. In the end of winter to spring season, this garden is wonderful. Different kinds of daffodils bloom on one side, full of fresh scents. There is a corner that depicts the Duke's family crest in the colour of flowers, a corner that depicts the imperial flag, and many precious varieties are the only ones here.

But now, the blue and the leaves just grow. For the day of welcoming the royal family, this garden is just a place to blossom daffodils. In other seasons, there are only about fountains such as those to see.

And this garden is quiet. No bird chirping, no bug feathers. Birds seldom stick to daffodil leaves, nor do insects eat them.

Because daffodils are poison grass.

Flowers and leaves are poisonous in all areas. Especially the poison in the bulb roots is strong. If you eat, people die.

The Empire has legends about daffodils.

The Daffodil Essence was a beautiful woman, but when she said goodbye to her changed heart lover, she offered her golden cup and wanted to drink at the end. In fact, the cup is a yellow floral crown in the heart of a daffodil flower, and the two say they died together from the poison of a daffodil.

Giving daffodils to their lovers is repellent, although it is a flower that means a journey of love. A flower of love of death, all the way.

Distracted from the garden, Vladimir looks north.

Yurnova's garden will be beautiful this season.

The first time I met Alexei was behind the stairs of the Imperial Castle.

He was taken to the Imperial Castle to serve as a playmate for His Royal Highness, but his father, who found an acquaintance, told him to go to His Highness himself and left him.

I knew all I had to do was ask someone how to get there. Still, I was sad because I was reminded that I didn't care so much for my father. I thought back then that I was wrong to be born into a body that didn't conform to my father's will, and I was as careful as I was abandoned. So I was hiding in the shadows of the stairs and crying.

"What's up?"

Speaking up, I was frightened that they'd found me. But that was the voice of a child.

An older boy with watery hair, watery eyes and a clean face. I remember the light in my water-colored eyes was so strong that I was surprised. Such impressive eyes, he said, had never seen them before.

"My name is Alexei Yurnova. You are. '

"I... Vladimir Eurmagna"

"Vladimir, if it were Magna's son, you would have come to the Imperial Castle to visit Master Mikhail too. Why are you here? '

I had trouble replying because they said it in a strong tone that wouldn't make me say yes or no. When I told my father I was left, I knew I would be a disgrace to my father.

"... I'm new here"

When I said that, I was convinced over there that I was lost.

"Master Mikhail is over there"

So Alexei tries to walk out. Vladimir, crying face, hesitated not to get out of the shadow of the stairs.

Then Alexei looked back and stared at Vladimir.

"Am I scared?"

'Huh?'

'Sometimes they say it's scary or tough. You think it's an unpleasant eye color? If I don't like it, I'll get someone else. "

Vladimir will know exactly who said the word.

But at this time, he stared often at the color of Alexei's eyes, and made it his mouth as he remembered.

"On the lake on the mountain reflecting only the blue of the sky.

The temple sinks.

the pale blue of a clear lake,

Brilliant in the Sun on the Water "

Exactly, Alexei looked right in the eye.

"What? It's"

"It's a poem from the Astra Empire era. It is a poem that Torres, the chronicled poet, found in the mountains of the gods, chanting the temple of Shinigami. Because the color of your eyes, it's like a shimmering sword in pale blue.

I think the color of your eyes is very pretty. I think it's beautiful enough to chant to poetry when the poet sees it '

Then Alexei smiled embarrassingly.

"I don't want to be chanted by poetry. But thanks. You, it's amazing to even say that.

If you don't like me, I'll take you to Master Mikhail. "

And I offered my hand to rinse, and I took Vladimir's hand.

Vladimir turned his eyes round. They held my hand because it was the first time someone I didn't know touched me.

Truth is, I should have shaken it off. I grew up being taught to do so.

But then Vladimir shook back the boy's hand with a soft grin in his glittering sword-like eyes.

Tears spilled over me again, scared of myself like that, as I was pulled out of the shadow of the stairs.

"You're a crybaby."

Alexei told me to make fun of him, but the voice was sweet.

- Lakes on the mountains reflecting only the blue of the sky.

As much as it reminded me of it, since I was only a young man, Alexei had a fiercely lonely atmosphere that was somewhere near me. From near-age children, to the point of being rolled away.

However, he was also unlimited in kindness to the person he put into his nostalgia once.

When we were getting along and walking in and out of each other's houses, Alexei always pulled Vladimir's hand when he guided us through the garden of roses. He said not to get lost. Vladimir didn't even mention it, although he wasn't lost when we first met. Alexei offers her hand, and the only person who takes it is herself. Because that was very, very nice.

... Every time I remember, my chest hurts as bad as lead.

Still, when I could cry or laugh. Too far away days.

Seven years ago, when I was nine years old, I kept saying an apology that wouldn't reach me until my voice was exhausted, wandering the border between life and death. Cry, cry, tears withered, and I've never cried since.

How hurt Alexei would have been if he suddenly changed his attitude. But I couldn't do anything like talk like I did before.

- Sighing heavily, Vladimir returns her gaze to the garden.

When Eurmagna was once rich, they replanted all the flowers when the Daffodil season was over. But I can't afford the magna right now.

It must have been the enrichment from the beginning, but it became a vendetta. Generations of principals were not interested in home affairs in the first place in expanding agricultural land or increasing yields, and they punched into martial arts and academia. In contrast to the fact that Yurnova initially had no agricultural land even with resources and invested in opening it up from generation to generation.

Income from the current Duke of Eurmagna has not fallen compared to what it was when it was founded. But spending is swelling compared to income.

The ideal of the founding Purvel was high. Given the circumstances at the time of the founding of the country, it would even have been natural for the family to train to serve the Empire with a military strategy. But times change. It was not possible for Eurmagna to change according to the times.

Both the Knights and the Astra Research Institute are now chunks of vested interest. Major positions have been taken over by the invasion with or without competence and are healing with vendors to devour huge costs. Dawn on the internal struggle for power but united with the outside enemy, he escaped by fiercely resisting several attempted reforms.

My father Georgie is supported by the Knights because he is not thinking about reform or downsizing.

It's not like those with hearts don't show up to the Knights or to research institutes. But I leave with all my strength in the thickness of the wall.

'Eurmagna is a giant. A distorted giant with a swollen head and fist. He seems to be finally crawling by dragging his distorted body, but he doesn't realize it himself'

That's what I said, Anatoly Muldu. Anatoly, who was born into a division of Magna and was well equipped as an astra researcher, was unable to close his eyes to rampant corruption and was fought and ejected.

"Will you reform the Eurmagna for the sake of Vladimir?"

Asked so, Vladimir shook his head, to the side.

Anatoly would have received it as unwilling to reform. Or giving up that we can't possibly reform or something.

He doesn't know, that the day won't come.

May sunshine in the garden. Vladimir thinks.

When will the House of the Duke of Eurmagna perish?

And myself, Vladimir Eurmagna, when... will he die?