The Villainess, Cecilia Silvy, Doesn't Want to Die, so She Decided to Crossdress

My name is Dante Hampton.

Three guys from the Hamptons... what a name.

... Well, it's a lie.

It's really on the body of celestial solitude, and even the name is conveniently named 'Dante', which doesn't mean it was named that way by the parents. I actually dye this hair that's bizarre, and my personality isn't actually this bright, plus a lot of the parts I play.

Oddly enough, this guy walking next door is putting me on the side after finding out that I'm such a chunk of lies. Oscar Abel Prospere.

As you can see by name, he is the prince of this country.

"Speaking of which, What will Oscar do to the college tomorrow? Attendance in the morning?

It's already my routine to hear that on the way back to the dorm after school. This busy prince can't go to college every day.

"Tomorrow, I'm scheduled to attend this afternoon. We had a little discussion about the Knights in the morning."

"Afternoon. Then I guess I'll skip in the morning, too."

"... you go right"

"Yep. It's annoying."

"You're a pain in the ass..."

Oscar sighs with a frightened face.

He really is a strange man because that's the kind of face he can have after finding out about this past that I was the assassin who came to kill himself.

Such a deep nostalgia...... or this next king at a level a little too deep to worry about, but in fact, I've been in love lately.

"Ah, Oscar! Just great!

The opponent is Cecil Admina, the (...) Prince of the College, the man who stopped him just in the future.

Whatever he hides, he is the provisional figure of Cecilia Sylvie, the courtier of the righteous Sylvie family. Yes, I don't know why, but she goes to this school with a temporary identity and a different gender. Additionally, she is Oscar's fiancé.

Cecil approached Oscar and took his arm. At that moment, his cheeks stain with clarity.

"How's your arm? Are the wounds sore or pus or something?

"Talk about it again? How many times do I have to tell you it's okay?"

"But I'm worried. This wound is my fault in the first place..."

"It's not your fault. Don't worry too much about me. I didn't want you to look like that."

"... Oscar"

(Really, it's an easy one)

That feeling comes to mind as I watch Oscar dye my cheeks.

His eyes looking down at her are sweet on Delodero. He may be going to hide his feelings, but he's not hidden at all. Either that or you're naked.

At first glance, these two look good, but they actually don't feel good at all, not at all. In the first place, Cecil doesn't even think that his men's clothes are found out by the Oscars. Despite such an understandable disguise...

(Oscar... you probably realize that. So, that feeling, I'm already telling you how I feel...)

But she assumes that the confession was made 'Cecil'.

I don't think the men's clothes have been found out, so...

(Ma, the biggest reason these two don't feel good is not there.)

One face floats in my head. He's a busy, teasing, cute junior.

(It's time to come...)

"Cecil."

The moment I thought so, I heard her calling. Turning his gaze to the voice, he stands.

"Gil!"

"We're gonna do the assignment together today, right? We have to get home soon or we won't have time."

It is Gilbert Sylvie, Cecilia's brother-in-law, who says so in a gracious voice and face.

(Well, I guess he doesn't think of Cecil as his' sister 'at all...)

I won't be the only one who can see a darker aura behind that laugh. The evidence also draws Oscar's cheek.

Cecil runs towards Gilbert, as if he were a well-tutored puppy. As she stood next to her, Gilbert turned his grin to Oscar as if he had won.

"Beware, Your Highness, then."

"Ah......"

As Oscar replied as he roared, he nodded contentedly.

Probably the best wall for Oscar to get over.

(The opposite is true...)

If that's not a romantic relationship, no matter how much more trust Cecilia has built than being Oscar's fiancée, Oscar is the best wall for Gilbert.

"Damn, it's so confusing..."

That's when I squealed.

"Oh, yeah! Dante!"

"To?"

Cecil, who was on Gilbert's side, suddenly rushed over. Then, after searching in the bag, he offers me a small paper bag.

"This!"

"What?... Hair fastening?

There was a simple hair fastening in the bag. It's made of metal called a sleeping pin.

"Yeah! Thanks for the Emily thing. Dante, when you were leaning down, your forehead seemed to get in the way!

(Now even women are trying to hide it)

Hair fastening is a gift choice entirely from girl to girl. Sure, sometimes my forehead got in the way, and it seems simple, so it's easy to use, but a normal guy wouldn't give something like this to each other.

"Dante, give in"

Cecil touches her forehead as she is told but gives in as she is told. The eyes of the sapphire, coloured by long lashes, shake sparklingly in front of you.

That's how I fastened my forehead.

"Yeah! I knew it, I thought it would look great! Dante's eyes are beautiful, so I tried to make them the same color!

Bright red pin on hair like added green and blue. I looked at myself in the windowsill and my grin spilled all the time.

"Cecil is a tarashi."

"Deflection?"

"Nothing"

Stirring her head with her neck clenched, she was stared at from next door and front.

(Ooh, frightening, frightening)

They can't afford these two, even though I'm not going to be a rival without looking at them like that.

Watching those two faces makes my naughty heart thrive. This is my bad habit. But it's also a habit that I'm not even willing to fix.

"Hey, Cecil. Who does Cecil have the most fun with?

The moment I asked that question, their eyes opened a little. My shoulders shake on that face.

"Best?"

"Oh, the most"

To the two of you who don't move while you're solidified, Cecil to reflect on.

After a few minutes she pounded her hand in the front of her face.

"I guess that's Leanne!

At that moment, disappointed or relieved, the two shoulders fall at the same time. I shake my shoulders to see how it went.