I Became the Villain of a Romance Fantasy

10 – no guess.(5)

Our conversation ended with that.

He looked like he wanted to ask me something, but Count Krause just happened to invite us to dinner, so we had to go to the dining room. It was a good thing for me. He obviously thought I would choose to break off the engagement, and I didn’t, so he couldn’t help but wonder why I made that choice.

he has to think And you have to find out.

That the premise of what he knew was wrong, that from Elena Edelweiss to Damien Krause, all this world was different from what he knew.

It is useless for me to tell him that he can change his fate. Since the path to transcendentalism is not made by someone else’s suggestion, but by one’s self-realized beliefs as guideposts, what I say only changes the milestones of the path given to him, but is of no help.

So let’s not think about it now.

It is not yet time.

The important thing for me right now is how to reduce the distance with him. Even if he gave me a smile that made my heart flutter like that, it was clear that he would be wary of me inside, so what to do first was the first thing.

But right now, there was nothing special about it. Even while he was escorting me to the restaurant, his face seemed pensive as if he had a lot of worries, so it seemed a bit difficult to have a conversation.

It wasn’t that I had no idea what he was worried about inside, so I didn’t talk to him. However, what is a bit strange is that even in the midst of contemplation, he did not commit a single mistake in escorting, even though there were bound to be small mistakes if he had a different opinion like this.

As the restaurant neared, he seemed to have stopped thinking. It was like a person who values family.

Damian said before opening the door to the restaurant.

“Well, Elena? If my father says anything, you can just ignore it.”

“Yes?”

“That’s good for your mental health. Oh, what about the engagement earlier than that…”

“Let’s go in.”

I cut off Damian and pushed the doorknob he held onto to open the door. When I opened the door, what I saw were two empty seats prepared for Damian and myself, and Count Krause sitting at the head table. And his younger brother, Alphonse Krause, was seated.

When Damien sat down at the empty seat, the attendant brought a prepared dish to the seat.

But the meal didn’t start. It was because Count Krause, who was sitting at the top table, did not even touch the cooking. He turned his head and looked at me and where Damian was sitting.

Arthur Krause.

The ruler of the south and a transcendent with the title of Sword Master, one of only five in the modern continent.

He could be said to be a middle-aged man over 40, and his body still remembered his youth as in his heyday, just like I did in the past, perhaps thanks to a high level of success. They look so young that they don’t seem to have much of an age gap with them, who are now 16 years old. It was the face of a young man who looked so playful that if someone who did not know his identity saw him, he would never be able to recall the sword master, Count Krause.

In fact, he was the owner of an easy-going personality and did not value formality very much. Unlike other heads of the samurai family, who usually tend to be authoritative, he was a kind father who played a lot with his children and valued affection.

Even so, right and wrong are certain. He was also the one who punished Damian more severely than anyone else in his first life.

Black hair and golden eyes. You can tell who Damian resembles by looking at him. Damian’s appearance when he grew up was so similar to the Count Krauss in front of him that he could be considered a twin. When he saw my face, he said with a small smile.

“Elena. It’s been a while. I don’t know if you remember, but I met you once when I was young. I was a cute little girl back then, but now you’ve grown into a very beautiful lady who resembles your mother.”

“The Count looks just as I remember him as a child. Thanks to that, it was easy to come to mind. My father complains that his wrinkles are increasing every day.”

It was true. My father said that every time he returned from the Mage Tower and looked into the mirror with an angry face. I didn’t know it when I was young, but it was a story that I could guess enough when I recalled the relationship between Count Krause and his father.

Count Krause also knew what the reason was, so he told the story of his father with a big smile.

“hahahahaha!!! Did he still not get over the wall? Guy, on a fictitious day, he contacted me through crystal ball and complained, and after he contacted me, he got even more angry when he saw my face, but did he grumble when he got home? Thank you. Thanks to Elena, I have one more thing to pick on.”

“You’re welcome.”

To be honest, Count Krause was a genius among those called geniuses, so I don’t think his father’s complaint was particularly wrong.

Who would reach the status of a transcendent at the age of just turning 40? There is now one person beside me and one in the East that will break that record, but until they appeared, Count Krause was the youngest man ever to become a transcendentalist.

Anyway, Count Krause, no, my father-in-law is my most reliable ally now.

In my first life, even though I had the position of count and the absolute position of sword master, I did not bury the Demian case and made it public on my own. He was the one who regretted it.

The person who is currently my most ardent engagement supporter and will help me move forward between Damian and me behind the scenes. In the past, he was the culprit who increased the time I spent with him, but now he plans to give me more opportunities than anyone else to make my relationship with him closer.

Count Krause changed his route from me to Damian. The subject of the conversation was surprisingly about my father, Joachim Edelweiss. Has he ever met his father? I don’t remember my father coming down south around this time.

“By the way, Damien. Do you remember meeting Yoheim when you were young too?”

“I remember it because he was the one who suddenly grabbed my hair and said, ‘If you make my daughter cry, I’ll put her in a white night ice prison.'”

At that, my body shuddered and trembled.

What the hell is Dad talking about?!

There’s no way that would be the case, but because of Damian’s words just now, Elena went as far as to think that Joachim might have done something to Damian to push her away.

Count Krause smiled and asked Damian.

“What? hahahaha!! How old were you then?”

“At that time… when I was 14. Someone I didn’t know who came up to me suddenly and said things I couldn’t understand, which made me embarrassed, but I could feel that she cared for my daughter a lot with every word she said.”

“Yes?”

It was an unexpected story for Elena, who was expecting that she would say more harsh words next time since she said that she would surely be imprisoned in the midnight sun. However, Elena couldn’t help but blush at the words that came out of Damian’s mouth afterwards.

“She pretends to be okay on the outside, but on the inside, she holds it back… She says that she doesn’t like what she doesn’t like or likes what she likes. He said, then I’ll let my guard down.”

Dad!!!!

It was a fact that Elena was well aware of that Joachim was incompetent, but he never thought that he would go directly to Damian and tell him like this. As much as Joachim cares deeply for himself, the fact that he told him this meant that he liked him from the bottom of his heart, so it felt good.

That and shame are different!!!!!!

A face that keeps going down.

I turned my head slightly and looked at Damian’s face, who was talking like he was having fun, and he was smiling. Exactly, looking at myself ashamed.

A situation where someone might think he was mocking me.

But what I felt after seeing him for the past few decades was different.

‘Are you ashamed? You hate me now?’

Those smiling eyes seemed to be talking to me. Seeing that, I was dumbfounded for a moment. what should i say about this cute? Oddly enough, I felt that way. If you want to break off your marriage, you should be threatening and violent like that Damian, but rather eat away at the prank-level attack of an adolescent boy on my side. Thinking about it, it seemed that the embarrassing things were slowly going away.

There, just in time, our strong ally supported us.

“Ah, ah!! It was like that! You guy who doesn’t eat sweets asked me to prepare a bunch of sweets, so I thought it was weird. It was like that. It was like that!”

At Count Krause’s words, Damian flinched just like me. I didn’t miss the chance and said with a face that I was moved by Damian.

“Yes? I’m sure Confucius said he likes sweets.”

“What? That Damian Krause? Funny sound. He has a tongue problem and can’t eat anything sweet. But he likes sweets? Oh, Damian, you can’t…”

When Count Krause looked at Damian with a sinister face, Damian immediately cut off the Count.

“You can eat sweets, Father. Don’t spread rumors.”

“Rumors come out of your mouth. I’ve never seen you carry a caramel around while I was raising you.”

“I’ve never seen it. Isn’t it a lot? When I was young, I carried a pile of caramel in my pocket every day. And it was Maria who raised me. My father raised me with my strength.”

“That was given to you by the servants, right? Do you think there will be people in this castle who don’t know that you don’t eat it and put it in a box to keep it? And you spoke well. Let’s see how strong I’ve grown today.”

Suddenly, the atmosphere was about to change from a restaurant to a gymnasium. But before that, the words of his younger brother, Alphonse, became the decisive blow and drove Damian to the ground.

“Ah, that’s right! Last time I opened a box in my brother’s room, and there were caramel and candies wrapped beautifully! I tried to eat it, but my brother said I shouldn’t eat it… It’s precious..”

At those words, Damian didn’t fight back.

‘Oh my gosh.’

His expression didn’t change, but I, sitting right next to him, could tell. that the tips of his ears were turning red. Seeing that figure, I wanted to hug and stroke that face even right now, but I was able to calm my burning desire thinking about today’s victory.

Count Krause’s wink followed, and young Alphonse tilted his head as if he didn’t know what was going on with his older brother’s hardened appearance after he said it, and began to finish eating.

I also picked up the tableware and started eating again. The food that came into my mouth was strangely sweet even though it was obviously not sweet.

Again, this regression seems to be very successful.