But enough about me. The heroine—whether it’s boldness or just sheer obliviousness—always responded to our criticisms with the same line: “That’s ridiculous!” Always with an exclamation mark, full of unwavering enthusiasm. Then she’d follow it up with, “I just want to get along with everyone!”
…It seems her sense of common decency was buried somewhere in a field of flowers.
While her statements might pass in the academy to some extent, even there, unspoken rules of basic etiquette exist. Besides, the consequences of what you do in school don’t just magically disappear after graduation. Thanks to my efforts, her flowery logic failed to impress anyone except the idiot crown prince.
Hey, you useless fool of a crown prince. Where exactly did you throw away my hard work, your obligations, and your responsibilities?
And yet, despite these two driving me insane, I didn’t give up on them. Even as the heroine clung to him obnoxiously, misinterpreting every situation, and even as my efforts seemed to bear no fruit, I still held back the urge to strangle someone.
Fortunately, Lady Lilia was there to soothe my frayed nerves, even in the academy.
To be fair, I was more of an afterthought in her kindness. Whenever she brought a treat for the crown prince, she’d give me some as well. Even as an afterthought, it made me ridiculously happy. And the treats? Always delicious.
“Thank you for all you do, Sir Farsil. I know it must be difficult, but please keep doing your best.”
With words like that, my motivation always came back. Lady Lilia is truly the best!
And yet. That idiot crown prince always tried to throw away the treats she made for him. “Who knows what’s in them?” Are you an idiot? She’s so devoted; it’s obviously made with love! How can you not see anything about your own fiancée?
Naturally, I couldn’t let him throw them away, so I ate them all myself. They were delicious, but I felt guilty nonetheless. …Not that it was my fault.
Even as I occasionally struggled with homicidal thoughts, I kept tirelessly admonishing and coaxing the crown prince for the sake of the kingdom’s future.
And the result?
* * *
“Lilia von Bahrenheim, I hereby annul our engagement!”
I swear to god, I’m going to kill you, you absolute moron!!!
On the day of the graduation party, the crown prince—who was supposed to escort Lady Lilia—showed up with the heroine instead. That alone nearly made a vein pop in my head, but his stupidity knew no bounds.
Publicly announcing the annulment of an engagement. The game’s version of his route—or perhaps the reverse harem route—had reached its peak dramatic moment. This was the one thing I wanted to prevent the most, the single most unacceptable act of indecency.
All my… efforts…
I felt faint.
“To think I was engaged to a wicked woman like you… It’s the greatest shame of my life! I hereby renounce this engagement and declare Meisia my wife instead!”
This isn’t a matter of being a little dense. There’s no excuse for this level of idiocy.
Is this the first time we’ve heard their names? No point remembering them. They’re not worth it.
“…A wicked woman, Your Highness? Could you please elaborate on what you mean by that?”
Lady Lilia’s calm voice cut through the room like a blade.
Lady Lilia’s calm voice brought me back to my senses. That’s right, I needed to step in and support her!
Just as I was fired up and ready to act, her brother—who had somehow moved next to me without my noticing—stopped me.
“Don’t get in the way,” I thought, only to pause when he whispered, “Wait for your moment.”
Wait? My moment?
I didn’t really understand, but before I could process it, the bumbling crown prince and Lady Lilia continued their conversation, and I lost the chance to intervene.
“Fine, then. I’ll expose all your wicked deeds for the world to see! You were jealous of Meisia and subjected her to vile harassment, didn’t you?”
This… this was something that actually happened in the game. But knowing Lady Lilia as I did, I couldn’t imagine her doing anything of the sort.
The crown prince puffed out his chest in arrogance, while the heroine, held close to him, leaned into his embrace with a frightened expression. Seriously, that kind of public display is already inappropriate enough!
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