My Fiancee Was the Villainess of This World - My Fiancee Was the Villainess of This World chapter 93

93 – Father’s Heart

Priscilla and I lay together until we reached our limit.

Therefore, she did not have time to prepare Priscilla’s breakfast.

What does it mean that the breakfast menu is filled with dishes that are blatantly good for energy?

In particular, what does it mean that strawberries, which were served as dessert yesterday, are again on the table in various variations?

“A very good morning, Your Highness…” !”

What does it mean that Count Arvest, who was invited as my honored guest, smiles with a burdened expression?

“Enjoy your meal….”

What does it mean that Priscilla eats more nigglingly than usual, with her face turning red and her body shrinking?

It was obvious.

“Okay. “Let everyone listen.”

I want to hug Priscilla.

She was dominated by her strong desire, creating a quite embarrassing situation.

If I had just endured it for one day, this uncomfortable situation wouldn’t have unfolded.

“Aren’t strawberries truly in season, Your Majesty?”

Count Arvest said this and spread a lot of strawberry jam on the bread.

Priscilla glanced at Count Arbest, looked at him, and shrugged her shoulders.

A faint red glow appeared on her face.

“… Yes, it’s in season.”

When there is an auspicious event in the Empire, red or yellow food reminiscent of the sun is often served on the table.

According to knowledge from my previous life, it has a similar meaning to the way Japan cooks rice made from red beans on auspicious days.

Yes, if I were to express this in one word, it would be ‘Congratulations! It can be interpreted to mean ‘First night!’

This is a kind of culture like Japan.

So, it is not something that merits reprimanding the chef or the employees just because the menu was prepared this way.

‘It’s awkward…’ .’

However, it is quite disturbing that Count Arbest is here.

“This is all because the sun god is shining warmly on this empire.”

Count Arvest was gentle.

But the voice seemed strangely full of power.

“Yes, it’s all because the sun god takes care of it.”

Priscilla and I are already in a relationship close to a common-law marriage.

They are actually a married couple!

“Spring is now over.”

─ You hugged Priscilla.

“Yes, summer will come soon.”

─ So it happened.

“Yes. “It may take a little more time, but I think it’s summer now.”

─ Isn’t it a little early?

Count Arvest was complaining politely.

He is truly an interesting man.

The warehouse of the Biryong Pavilion is piled high with child care products sent by Count Arbest.

He is a man who expected me and Priscilla to cross the line more than anyone else.

But when a situation like that happens, is this what happens?

Is this the heart of a father with his daughter?

‘She’s a daughter…’ .’

Someday, Priscilla and I will have a child.

If he were born as a boy, he would resemble me and would be a bit cocky. If he were born as a girl, he would resemble Priscilla and be a bit presumptuous.

A quirky child who resembles Priscilla must be adorable.

She might say something lovely about marrying her dad when she grows up.

But the child will also grow older, and when she comes to her senses, she will be old enough to get married.

She said that he was the one she loved, where would she say if she brought back a man like her bone….

“Hmm.”

It wasn’t easy.

So, while I was looking for something to say, Priscilla was glaring at Count Arvest with an innocent expression.

I felt like she didn’t like my father’s attitude of giving me attention by saying useless things.

“Cuckoo.”

Priscilla muttered in a low voice that sounded as if an ant was crawling.

Then the count turned her head and looked at Priscilla with a creaking motion, like a broken machine.

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“Isn’t it soon the season when the cuckoo cries?”

The cuckoo is a summer migratory bird.

So, it was something that could have come up in the flow of conversation.

But to the people here, cuckoo was a very meaningful word.

“Yes, yes. “It will soon be the season when the cuckoo cries.”

“Yes, father. It will soon be the season when the cuckoo cries. Cuckoo cuckoo… hehehe.”

Grin.

Catching Priscilla’s gaze with only the corners of her mouth twitching, the Count swallowed her dry saliva and slowly lowered her head.

Perhaps because of something she had done, she felt like she couldn’t control Priscilla.

Count Arbest looked at Priscilla’s eyes and then shook her head, letting out a small sigh.

“… “You look just like your mother.”

“Oh my, is that so?”

That competitive spirit, not wanting to lose even a word, was directed at the Count.

According to her memories of her past life, this would be what they call the group in charge.

“….”

The Count resumed his meal, writhing in discomfort as if he were sitting on a thorn cushion.

The sight of her daughter not being able to move was the very image of a father who was said to be unstoppable.

***

After finishing the meal.

I ordered Priscilla to rest and guided Count Arbest to her pyre coffin.

“This is a picture drawn by Priscilla.”

“hahahaha…. “It’s all my fault.”

Count Arbest’s face twitched as he looked at Priscilla’s masterpiece, [Pretzel Ring].

It seemed that the story about this painting had not been told to the Count.

Is it true that the loser of the East, who is attracting the attention of the continent these days, is so deaf?

It was a moment when I once again felt that the eastern part was a remote area.

“It is rare for a noble lady to have a hobby of drawing…” .”

The Count looked a little embarrassed and defended Priscilla.

It seemed like he was afraid that I might feel even the slightest bit of disappointment in Priscilla.

Sending me babysitting supplies, feeling a little dissatisfied with Priscilla for robbing her of her spring, and defending Priscilla’s amazing aesthetic sense.

He showed many different sides, but it was probably all because he cared for Priscilla so much.

“Isn’t it cute?”

“Yes?”

“The imperial family holds Priscilla in high esteem. “She is said to have the potential to become a wise empress.”

Priscilla, who receives such excellent reviews, has no talent for her paintings.

So she scratched that area, as if gently tickling it, and her face turned bright red and her cheeks puffed out like a puffer fish.

At first glance, she looks expressionless and stiff, but when she shows such a childlike appearance, she is so cute that it goes beyond imagination.

So, every time she passes by here periodically, she takes the time to admire these [Pretzel rings].

Of course, now that he has developed a tolerance, he doesn’t react that much, but his cuteness can be said to be a great way to get through a hard day.

When I expressed my impressions, the Count smiled with a slightly complicated expression.

There is nothing we can do.

Priscilla would never have shown such an appearance in front of the Count.

“I think this is my first time bringing you here.”

The next place we took the count was the garden of Biryonggwan.

“This…” .”

The Count looked blankly at the garden, and his eyes widened when he saw a flower blooming in a corner of the flower bed.

Are you looking into it?

“Do you recognize me?”

“Yes, yes…” . This is the place Priscilla is taking care of. But could it be that the garden written in the letter was here…? .”

Letter?

“Are you in regular contact with Priscilla?”

“Yes. Majesty.”

The Count smiled gently and nodded his head.

I think they were faithful to what I told them to be friendly and not antagonize each other since we are each other’s only family.

The Count squatted down in front of the flower bed that Priscilla had tended.

“The more he goes, the more he resembles his mother.”

As the Count said this, he gently touched the freesia leaves blooming in the flower bed.

The eyes were looking at the freesia flower, but it seemed as if they were looking somewhere other than here.

“I see.”

“Yes. Majesty.”

The Count stroked the flowers and was lost in his thoughts.

And then he started talking as if he was muttering to himself.

“Priscilla has no food to choose from. However, I can’t eat spicy food well, and I especially like sweet and sour food.”

I know.

“He looks confident on the outside, but he is a very lonely child. “She is a child who cannot sleep comfortably without a pillow to sleep on.”

I know that too.

So I tried to bring up the story of providing a pillow for him to sleep with, but he puffed out his cheeks with a dissatisfied expression on his face, so I stopped.

“This child gets cold a lot.”

This guy thinks of me as a heater.

Of course I know.

“He is quite a stubborn child….”

Priscilla’s competitive spirit is comparable to mine.

She also had a tough side, so she had a habit of always taking home the items she won in games.

Thanks to this, she was on the verge of being blacklisted from the Harvest Festival.

“And he is a child who loves you very much.”

The Count said that and looked up at me.

“I’m glad you look so happy.”

“I see.”

“Yes. “I felt the atmosphere was different.”

As the Count spoke, he looked towards the area where he could see some users working hard with their pens.

And I thought I caught a glimpse of something beautiful that seemed to capture the sky among the people.

Probably Priscilla is hiding among the workers and watching us.

Maybe he was worried that the Count might say something rude?

“hahahaha….”

The Count must have seen Priscilla’s characteristic hair, and she laughed with an expression of bewilderment.

He was probably quite embarrassed because it was something he had never seen before in the Count Arbest family.

She must have always lived there looking like a chaste noble lady.

But here at Biryong-gwan, he looks quite like his age.

“It’s definitely cute.”

The Count smiled awkwardly as he said that.

“Your Highness.”

“What is it?”

“Please love Priscilla for a long time.”

In the end, was that what you wanted to say?

Nobility….