My Fiancee Was the Villainess of This World - My Fiancee Was the Villainess of This World chapter 65

65 – Harvest Festival (3)

When I was just remembering my past life, I thought of Priscilla as an ‘uninteresting woman.’

At that time, the guy had the impression that only her appearance was good and that she was empty on the inside.

Now that she thinks about it, it was a sentiment that made her laugh out loud.

“How long do you plan to stay like that, Priscilla?”

“Ugh….”

Unlike that day when she was drunk and fell asleep, Priscilla, who voluntarily turned into a bug, groaned and turned her back on me.

“It was a mistake.”

“… Liar.”

It was a time when people were trying to carry on with their daily lives as usual after the uninvited guests from the Holy Kingdom left.

I thought I had nothing to do now, but the officials asked me for help until the very end.

It was all because of Dior.

The nobles were still wary of Dior, and I think they felt burdened by my absence while Dior was actively participating in the meeting.

Even if Dior’s opinion was valid, I decided that if I blindly agreed to it, I might go against my feelings.

I suddenly found myself being dragged into meetings that I didn’t want to attend.

It was annoying.

But you can’t just sit in the conference room and doze off with her snoring.

So, I proposed a way to strengthen the festival a little more from the perspective of a commoner rather than a nobleman, using the memories of my previous life as a commoner.

Because it did not cost that much, the prime minister was convinced, and all the officials were impressed, saying it was an excellent insight.

The Dior guy also said, ‘You are my brother after all…’ It wasn’t a very meaningless time because I was exclaiming nonsense like, ‘

However, as it happened, Priscilla was once again neglected.

But she said that Priscilla’s head was full because of her harvest, but she responded that she was fine and that she was sorry for making people worry.

I felt sorry for that, so I decided to prepare for the harvest festival date more thoroughly than before.

The best date plan is one that reflects the opinions of both parties.

With that in mind, when I was wandering around the Dragon Hall looking for Priscilla to hear her opinion one last time, an accident occurred.

─ Max, what about here?

─ What is it, Sir?

─ I want to throw a ring.

─ Ho? You seem confident. Were there games like that in the countryside?

─ Istria also holds a harvest festival, right? hehehe.

… This would probably be called a situational comedy (abyss).

Priscilla was holding a body pillow and playing two roles by herself.

─ How do you feel?

─ … That’s pretty cool, Sir.

─ Even though I looked like this, I was the ring throwing champion in my hometown!

─ Ha! Let me tell you that the countryside was just a countryside after all.

─ hehehehe!

─ Damn… ! My hands haven’t loosened up yet!

It was purely a mistake.

Recently, Priscilla and I have always been together wherever we go, except for a very short period of time to deal with physiological phenomena.

As a result, we no longer have any hesitation about visiting each other’s rooms.

When she entered her own room, did anyone knock and enter?

No.

So, as was his habit, he opened the door looking for a place where Priscilla might be.

When she opened the door, she realized her mistake and tried to knock after closing the door, but a strange situation was unfolding inside.

Isn’t that also a situational comedy with quite a cheeky content?

I was curious to see how far Priscilla would go, so she secretly left the door open and stuck to the wall in the hallway.

How can we pass up such an interesting sight?

hahahahaha!

─ Umm… Here….

Priscilla had a fairly lonely childhood, so talking to herself may have become a habit.

So, you should just ignore this scene and pretend not to notice it.

But humans do not change easily.

The life of a madman that I had become accustomed to over the past six years made it impossible for me to leave that cruel scene.

─ If you are Maximilian, here, um…. Oh, what if I want to go to the bathroom here… ? Should I drink less water?

… There was also some self-talk that made me wonder if I should leave.

─ Sir, let’s take a short break here.

─ Yes? I’m still okay.

─ I want to rest because I want to rest. The Harvest Festival lasts five days. Why are you in such a hurry?

─ It’s only five days….

─ You are greedy.

─ This is all because of Max…. Hmm, is that too much? Here… Yes, I’m greedy…. Umm….

Did all that strangeness come from situational comedy?

I felt like I had opened Pandora’s box.

This is such a regrettable thing.

Even as I was thinking that, my heart ached for some reason at the gap that I couldn’t normally see.

─ Date… ! hehehehe….

He heard a tossing and turning sound from inside, so he slightly put his head out to check inside.

Roaming and rolling.

Priscilla rolled from side to side on the bed, holding her pillow in her arms.

─ hehehe, hehehehe.

And then, wondering what he was thinking, he let out a truly happy voice.

─ Ah, ugh!!!

Priscilla lifted her pillow high, hugged it with her limbs as if she loved it, and let out a hearty laugh.

She then turned her head to the side again and looked at the portrait on the wall, and she began to laugh happily again.

─ hehehehe…. Ah, next….

Priscilla said this, opened the book she had left open on her bed, and began to read.

The title of the book was a subtle one: [An Elegant Secret Love Affair of a Virtuous Woman].

─ Ah, this is how we have to do it here…. Uhm, I’m disguised as a commoner, so I can’t just copy this, right?

Muttering.

Priscilla mumbled the book in a low voice, accumulating her knowledge to create a scene from a situation comedy again.

She should have realized at this point.

This is why the philosopher Nietzsche said, ‘When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.’

─ Maxi, Milian… ?

Our eyes met.

I will never forget Priscilla’s frozen expression, as if time had stopped, until the moment I die.

“Again… Are you thinking about it?”

As I remained silent and silent, Priscilla asked in a muttering voice from under the blanket.

The royal family is proud at all times.

“Isn’t that possible?”

“uuu!”

Pukkukkukkuk!

Priscilla began to show her country girl-like spiciness to her little pillow.

Her bloody sound made me feel sorry for her pillow.

“She already said it several times, but it wasn’t intentional.”

Then Priscilla popped her head out from under her blanket and looked at me, then she stuck her head back in and cried out softly in a voice full of anger.

“Then why are you smiling…?” !”

It’s not intentional, but she’s funny.

How can I hold back laughter when that scene keeps coming to mind?

Shouldn’t she be thankful that she honestly didn’t laugh out loud?

hahahahaha!

“What. “I think she was looking forward to it that much, so she just thought her hard work preparing for the harvest festival was worth it.”

About 20%.

“Ugh, huh, huh…” .”

Now I’m crying and falling asleep.

Honestly, if I were Priscilla─

‘He must have opened the window and jumped out.’

It was such an embarrassing sight.

“If your eyes get swollen, your long-awaited date will be ruined, Priscilla.”

“Well….”

Priscilla glared at me with a look of resentment.

I gently hugged Priscilla and patted her on the back.

He is so extravagant that I sometimes get mistaken, but this guy hasn’t even had a coming-of-age ceremony yet.

Couldn’t we do that much?

“Yes, I was wrong. So stop getting angry now.”

As I acknowledged my mistake and patted Priscilla, she tried to cry even more bitterly, as if she felt unfair.

If your eyes get really swollen like this, you’ll whine that you can’t go out with eyes like these.

Then, because I couldn’t go on a date, I might get depressed again and cry even more bitterly.

Isn’t there a better way….

“It’s not just your job.”

“Huh….”

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“I, too, was looking forward to the harvest festival and prepared this much.”

Although I didn’t act out loud and make a play out of the situation, I was also looking forward to the harvest festival and came up with a date plan.

I showed the date plan to Priscilla.

“Well… This….”

“It seems like we relate to each other.”

Priscilla is quite a competitive person.

So, I thought that people would pay attention to various games at the Harvest Festival.

In fact, in Priscilla’s situation play, we were playing a game, so wouldn’t it be safe to say that we relate to each other?

“….”

Tuk.

“What? Have you already read it all?”

“No…. It’s a waste….”

“It’s a waste?”

“If you find out in advance… It’s a pity….”

Priscilla was still embarrassed and turned her back on me, but she didn’t sob and cry like she had lost her country like before.

But she was still too embarrassed to show her face.

But when the Harvest Festival date begins tomorrow, won’t Priscilla smile and enjoy the date again like before?

If you do that, you will naturally forget about today’s happenings.

That’s what I was thinking at the time.

***

There is a proverb in Korea that says, ‘If a woman harbors resentment, there will be frost even in May.’

I didn’t want to realize that here either.

“Max.”

“What is it?”

“Are we ‘commoners’ now?”

It was a question that strangely focused on the common people.

“Yes, a commoner.”

“Commoners are equal to each other, right?”

“It depends on the case─”

“It’s an equal law, right?”

“… Okay.”

“Then I think we should all have the same experience.”

Priscilla said this with a truly elegant smile.

Her eyes did not look like she was smiling at all, making her smile very unnatural.

“I’m prepared.”

You’re so upset.

However, it was truly Priscilla-like for her to hold out and not show it until the date started.

Should we think of this as something similar to ‘palm time’? .

“I just ignored it before, but I think Max needs to change his strange way of speaking.”

I think this is sincere.

“What?”

“Do commoners use such high-handed language?”

It wasn’t wrong, so I sighed and shook my head.

“Is it okay to do this?”

When I relaxed my shoulders and said that, Priscilla twitched the corner of her mouth slightly.

But then something seemed to bother her, so she crossed her arms, turned her head to the side, and pouted her lips.

“This is a bit short… No, it’s short?”

“… “What now?”

“Max, I’m older, right?”

“What nonsense?”

“My birthday is in March, and Max’s birthday is in May, right?”

What kind of bullsh*t are you talking about, Priscilla… !

“I’m your older sister, right?”

Priscilla said that and twitched the corner of her mouth.

It seemed like this was Priscilla’s revenge.

Something was bubbling up inside.

“Huh? I am your older sister… ?”

Priscilla must have sensed that I was uncomfortable, and she began to look at me with strange eyes.

She even took off her mask and woke up the guilt sleeping inside me with those moist eyes.

My pride is only that much─

“Hwiyu~ Brother! “You’re right!”

“Yes, yes!”

“Call me sister, bro!”

Priscilla’s useless appearance seemed to have attracted people’s attention.

‘Is this the way you came up with it, Priscilla… !’

Did you intend to subject this body to this kind of humiliation?

“Well….”

Priscilla… !

“… Honestly, you should call me sister.”

When Priscilla started crying, people around her started to criticize me.

I grabbed Priscilla’s hand and hurried away from her.

“Sister.”

Priscilla grinned at my words, and in a very cheeky way, she put her hand on my head.

“You did really well.”

Swoosh swoosh.

“Hihi.”

Plapdeuk.

… If I hadn’t had healthy teeth, my molar would have just come out.

Today’s humiliation.

I will remember this, Priscilla!

“They are equal, right?”

“Okay, sister… “That makes sense.”

Priscilla held back her laughter, her cheeks puffing out as if she was going to burst out laughing at any moment.

When she saw that, it felt like my outfit was going to explode.

“Still, there’s something strange about being called sister! “Just call me Sir, Max.”

“… Yes, Sir.”

Priscilla looked around her, watching me, then cleared her throat.

“Hmm. As expected, I’m comfortable with this, Max.”

“I see….”

“Ah, Max needs to act like a proper commoner!”

I think I am quite good at self-reflection.

I am arrogant, self-indulgent at times, and quite a bit of a slob.

So one day you will pay for today, Priscilla… !

“Oh, okay.”

“Oh my, you’re better than I thought?”

I sighed heavily and pulled Priscilla’s hand.

Priscilla must have already been in a good mood, and she was even humming softly.

I admit it.

Today is my defeat.

But remember, Priscilla!

And so the second date, full of humiliation, began.