The princess runs away.

Let’s do what we think

This situation is both for me and for the princess with a shocked expression on her face.

Even the saint who doesn’t understand the situation and looks like he doesn’t know anything is embarrassing.

Saint, I was embarrassed because I couldn’t understand Me and Rebecca, who were standing blankly, so I decided to skip it.

What was important now was not the saint.

“····.”

“····.”

It was important to me and the princess who had hardened as they looked at each other.

First of all, why am I confused?

Naturally, because I didn’t think Rebecca would suddenly appear.

The reason I came to the garden with the twist of the original was to find the princess who had run away to the garden.

‘·······Why come now.’

Why the hell do you come to the garden later than me?

If I had known this would happen, I would have just stood at the entrance to the garden without entering the garden.

If I had, I would have been able to meet the princess who came late to the garden without any problems.

In this way, I grew up resenting the Duchess for giving me false information (?) and self-reproach towards me in the past.

No matter how much I thought about it, Rebecca was more critical than me.

Until a little while ago, it was just a shocked expression on his face.

“····.”

Maybe he was fully aware of this situation now, because he had a really lost expression on his face.

Even the villagers who had lost their entire village to the invaders seemed unable to imitate Rebecca’s expression.

It wasn’t that the princess didn’t know why she was making such an expression.

He must have come to find me himself, since he can’t see me, who is his fiancée.

What kind of fiancée would maintain a normal state if the fiancée found her for the first time and had a close conversation with a pretty woman, too.

Even if it’s just a joke to make fun of.

The fiance who whispered to her a few hours ago that she was the most beautiful in the world.

Besides, maybe Estelle wasn’t the first woman Rebecca had ever met.

Normal people just don’t know the name of the ‘saint’, but most of them know the face of the ‘saint’ that appears frequently in newspapers.

Even Rebecca, who had no affiliation with the denomination, was pissed off at me in class last time because I knew the name of the saint, and used the expression “pretty” to the saint I met in the newspaper.

Can’t a princess like that remember the saint’s face?

‘······No way.’

It literally couldn’t be.

I’d rather believe that Aaron, my swordsman, wouldn’t abandon his duties.

It was such a nonsensical story.

From Rebecca’s point of view now, it would appear that the fiancée and the saint, the woman whom the fiancé said was pretty, were secretly dating.

Talking like this made me realize just how much Rebecca would look like trash to me.

That this is not just garbage, it is food waste that cannot be separated and collected.

Even I, who simply thought of myself as a princess, gave me this worst evaluation.

What does Rebecca, the person who faced this situation right, think when she sees me?

Perhaps a feeling of betrayal for having deceived you, anger for playing with you.

Wouldn’t all kinds of negative and vicious emotions be controlling the princess’s head?

Even if that thought was actually just an illusion, not a fact.

Right now, I had no way to prove or explain to Rebecca that I was mistaken.

Because the evidence in front of me right now is so clear.

For whatever reason, I have a fiancee, and it’s not true that I talked to another woman alone in the garden.

Therefore, the current situation was even more unanswered.

I know what Rebecca is thinking and how she must have disappointed me.

I know that it is very difficult to excuse and explain it.

Knowing the cause of the problem does not solve the problem.

“·······Princess Princess.”

But, I couldn’t do anything.

The idea of going overboard with this situation is impossible. I had to somehow explain to the princess why I acted like that.

It is unclear whether the princess will understand after hearing the explanation. It was the forgiving position of Rebecca’s choice, not mine.

“Please don’t come.”

As I approached a little while calling out the princess’s name, Rebecca immediately stepped back and walked away from me.

As if he was quite shocked, his eyes were still trembling.

Rebecca stood still for a while.

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He immediately turned his feet into the garden and ran away.

It seemed that various emotions were imprinted on each of the footprints left.

It was also not a mistake that something that looked like sparkling water fell on the spot where the princess ran.

Because I couldn’t just watch it.

“I’m sorry. I’ll leave my seat first.”

I asked Estelle for an unacceptable understanding and followed the princess.

“Wait!”

I thought I could hear the saint’s voice calling me from behind.

No, I must have heard it.

Because the saint still didn’t fully understand how this situation came to be.

From Estelle’s point of view, the princess of Valencia who suddenly ran away after seeing herself and me, and me who was trying to pursue her.

Because I couldn’t understand all of them.

But.

‘········Rebecca.’

What is important in the current situation is not the heroine of someone else, the heroine of the protagonist in the novel he possessed.

Anyway, if Estelle has a while, Mikhail, the main character, will appear and comfort her just as in the original story.

The really important person is my fiancee, who was disappointed and hurt and shed tears because of me.

What is the importance of other people in this situation?

I followed Rebecca without looking back.

***

Rebecca ran.

She didn’t even understand why she was running.

She didn’t even understand why the tears were flowing little by little.

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Just ran

Because I couldn’t stand this unknown feeling that filled my head without running.

Because I couldn’t hide the tears that were flowing without running.

everything was unknown

Why do I feel sad, why do tears flow?

The only thing she had ever witnessed was the fact that her fiancé was talking to a woman other than her.

Surely that would be it

Why are there so many tears flowing from her eyes?

The situation she witnessed was not unusual either.

A man with a fiancee talking to another woman?

It’s not a very good thing, but of course it could be.

Of course, if we add to the situation of ‘alone alone’ and the fact that the woman said that her fiance is pretty, I would have to think a little more.

In any case, it was certainly possible.

Why did she and Albert come here?

She wants to make her debut, and Albert wants to enter the social world for the first time.

The social circle was a space for networking and building friendships.

In such a space, her fiancée became acquainted with a ‘saint’, not a normal human being.

It was right for her to greet the saint and build a network with her fiancé, instead of running away like this.

Not that she loves her fiance. Even if they are in love.

It’s a ‘saint woman’ you don’t know how many times in your life you’ll meet.

It was normal not to show any personal feelings.

That was the right decision as the next Duke of Valencia and the fiancee of the next countess.

But.

Rebecca didn’t act like that.

Seeing her fiance talking to the saint reminded me of Albert, who whispered embarrassing words to her a few hours ago.

When I saw the saint smiling brightly after hearing Albert’s words, it reminded me of her fiance, who gave the saint a pretty review a few days ago.

I saw the saint and Albert talking close to each other.

because no thoughts come to mind.

She did nothing.

Whether it was saying hello to the saint for the sake of networking, or yelling at my fiancée about what I was doing.

Or maybe he decided to only look at me and got mad at Albert saying what he was doing right now.

I had to do any of the three.

Her mind went blank and she couldn’t do anything.

I just ran away like a loser.

Deep in the garden, even deeper.

Until they finally reach the very heart of the Imperial Garden and there is nowhere to escape.

I ran without stopping.

Finally arrived at the heart of the Imperial Garden.

“········Yes… pretty.”

It was so beautiful.

As if it wasn’t an imperial garden for nothing.

More than the gardens of the Dukes of Valencia, which she saw as she ate.

– Isn’t it? Princess Rebecca of Valencia, the most beautiful woman in the world.

More than the garden of Count Xernias, whom her fiancé said to be the most beautiful in the world.

– I lost.

– Yes?

– I… lost… please stop…

– ······All right. dear fiancee.

More than the garden of Count Xernias, where she admitted defeat.

It was really damn beautiful.

Maybe that’s why.

“····.”

The speed at which her tears flowed faster than before.

Because the imperial garden is much more beautiful than she thought.

Because she was able to appreciate this beautiful scenery alone like a greedy person.

It must be because of the pity of the person who could not enjoy this scenery together.

and.

“·······Princess Princess.”

“····.”

The voice of the person who should have seen her and this scenery.

The sound came from where she ran.

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