I Became the Villain of a Romance Fantasy

11 – No guess.(6)

The county’s hallway with the lights off.

Late at night, when all the servants residing in the castle went back to their rooms and fell asleep, a small flame flickered and moved in the darkened hallway. Hayley, Elena’s personal maid, was walking somewhere carrying a lighted candlestick. Of course, Hayley’s owner, Elena Edelweiss, was also with her.

What are they doing this late at night? He probably wasn’t trying to steal the count’s property. The Duke of Edelweiss was also the second largest lord of the north, and was on the embarrassingly wealthy side.

The two of them stopped in front of the door of one room, and they opened the door very slowly and went inside, not wanting anyone to hear it. The room had no windows and consisted only of a cozy atmosphere with a bookshelf, a fireplace, a few overstuffed chairs and a desk.

There was already a passenger in one of the prepared chairs, and it was Count Krause who had called them here. Standing beside him was Ken, an old butler with wrinkles on his face but a benevolent look, and a middle-aged maid with impressive gray hair.

“It must have been difficult to find because all the lights were turned off, but you found it well.”

“Hayley’s eyes are bright at night. The Count explained it well, and it wasn’t too difficult since I just had to find a room where the light could be seen through the crack in the door.”

In fact, for Elena, all she had to do was find a place in the mansion where she felt the strongest presence, so the darkness of the night was not a particular problem. No matter how much Count Krause has saved his energy to the point of being close to perfection, as long as he is a transcendent, he cannot escape her feelings.

“Because he’s a Count… he’s too strict. Just call him father-in-law or father-in-law. We’re not supposed to be family anyway.”

“Yes. Father.”

The appearance of the two smiling and answering each other gave off a sense of difference, perhaps because of the Count’s young appearance, but among the people here, the only one who cared about it was Hailey, who was not used to the Count’s youthful appearance.

Joachim Edelweiss, head of the Edelweiss family, who is said to be of the same age, also belongs to the younger generation, but the Count Krauss in front of him looks just like a young man in his 20s, moreover, doesn’t he resemble Damian, the fiancé of Elena, his owner? Maybe that’s why it’s more like that.

Count Krause pointed to the people next to him and introduced them to Elena one by one.

“This is Ken. And the person next to him is Maria. It was these two who actually raised that child more than me. Damian has been friends since childhood, so he probably knows more about him than I do.”

“What are you saying? The young master was the one who grew up on his own. All we did was just stay by his side.”

“I couldn’t even stand by him much. Even at the moment when the child left his mother.”

Neither Maria nor Ken could answer the count’s self-deprecating words. To Damian, he was a good father, but in his opinion, he was just an ugly father with a lot of bad things. However, Elena had heard about Count Krause from Alphonse and Damian’s mouth in a previous life, so she knew what they both thought of him.

But maybe later, there was nothing Elena could say to the Count now. The return was hers alone, and since only she remembered that time, the present Elena Edelweiss was only a half-fiancee who had come to meet her half-fiance, who had been married by her fathers’ prenatal engagement.

“Oops, you showed me something I wouldn’t be able to see for a while. Please forget it from your memory.”

Still, even if it’s half of that, wouldn’t it be okay to offer words of comfort? The trouble didn’t last long.

“I saw Prince Damian for the first time today, but it didn’t seem like he was resentful of my father. No noble family could treat each other without fault, even if it was just a dinner party.”

Did my words give you some comfort? He cleared his hardened face and thanked me.

“Yes. If you can see it that way, that’s what it is. Thank you for telling me. I’m also really old, so I don’t feel like the old days.”

“My father will be very angry if you say that in that way.”

“Chuck. Tell them to get angry as much as they want. Maybe they developed a magic that makes them younger when twisted. Maybe he keeps taking out his anger on people he loves. Tsk tsk. But Elena, I’m glad you resemble your mother a lot instead of him. I’m glad.”

The Count laughed and the atmosphere in the room returned.

In particular, Hailey was expressing the feeling of living to the limit that a person can express with a face. The Count must have seen Hailey’s face like that, so he tried hard to hold back his laughter, but only slightly raised the corners of his mouth before continuing.

“Keuheum! Now let’s get to the main point.”

Count Krause, Ken, Maria and finally Elena. Including Hailey who followed Elena, there are five of them, but there was only one reason they gathered. Shortening the distance between Damian and Elena. After the dinner, the Count sent a telegram to Elena and made her come here for this one reason.

“Judging from today’s dinner, Elena and you already seem to have feelings for Damian.”

Even though I didn’t say it myself, was it so obvious that others could see it? I was aware of it, but when I heard it directly from a third person, my face started to heat up.

“Yes. That…”

There were a few answers prepared in advance in case the count would question his love affair. However, the count waved his hand, saying that he didn’t have to say anything.

“No, I don’t need to say it. There are countless reasons why people fall in love. Even if it’s the first person you see today. . Such a pretty and kind child gives such a signal, but I can’t accept it. Who does he really look like?”

“First of all, he’s not the Count. The Count’s face is all marked.”

“That’s right. This is all Ken. It’s all because of you. I didn’t keep you by Damian’s side since childhood. Didn’t Damian become a wooden stone because of you? How are you going to take responsibility for blocking my son’s wedding?”

“No, why does that become my fault?

“What are you talking about! When he was little, he looked exactly like me and was very expressive of his emotions!! Because you pushed him too hard, he probably matured too early.”

“The count rolls more…”

“Anyway! So, is everyone doing anything?”

No one immediately responded to the Count’s words.

As someone who can be said to be the person involved, I didn’t know how to start a relationship, so in Haley’s case, she was always by my side, so I wouldn’t have tried dating. That’s why I trusted my father and Ken, who called me, but the result was already proven by the conversation between the two.

The only person he could trust now was Maria. Maria seemed to think for a moment, but soon came up with an answer.

“Um, miss, would you like to cry?”

“”””to?””””

***

Time goes by again and it goes back to the next morning.

Count Krause helped him with breakfast, and his exclusive butler, Ken, helped him select the location. The eastern annex, Isilia Hall, which became a dining place, is where his mother, Arwen Krauss, had a flower garden that he tended in the past, and he often stops by.

Undoubtedly, unlike the main building where I stayed earlier, his traces that I can feel along with the smell of flowers carried by the wind from the garden gently touch my heart.

Not long after, he arrived here, and we ate together, repeating yesterday’s questions and answers, but not going any further. Precisely, it was because I was constantly talking to him so that he wouldn’t cross, but perhaps what I said to him at this time would be a quarter of the conversations I had with him in my previous life.

However, it was not something that could be remedied forever, and eventually the story of the engagement sprang out of his mouth.

“Elena. We haven’t talked clearly about our engagement yet. More than anything, it’s still too early for an engagement…”

And I knew it was time to do what Maria said yesterday.

‘miss. For a woman, tears can be a weapon. Especially if it’s a pretty lady like a young lady, it becomes even more powerful.”

‘But Maria? How can I shed tears on my own? Rather than that, I wonder if the master’s heart will be moved by such a thing. He didn’t respond to the tears I shed for fun.’

‘That’s because your acting, Ken, is inferior to Master Alphonse’s aegyo. And since the boy has a good sense of strangeness, simply water flowing in his eyes can’t do any damage. feelings. It has to be really sad.’

‘No, but how do you know that?’

‘Yeah, I did it a long time ago when the young master was training by overexerting himself. You’ve been through a lot, so why?’

‘What are you talking about…? no? Then that’s all of you…!!’

I stopped thinking about it before the memories of yesterday that I struggled to recall became more messy. The point is not the quarrel between Ken and Maria, but the fact that I have to cry with regret for him now.

‘But the young lady met the young master for the first time today. So it’s better to use it after getting to know each other a little more. The more time we spend together, the more authentic the feelings we convey.’

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Maria told me to spend more time with him, to feel more for him, but that was because she didn’t know about my return. Who other than me has spent the most time with him in this world right now?

“Damian did that. He said he would respect my choice. And I chose to be engaged to you. Then, wouldn’t that be enough?”

I have to remember the sadness and sadness towards him.

This was confident. Just remembering what happened a few hours ago.

It hasn’t been 24 hours since I returned. It’s just over 19 hours.

That meant that it had only been 19 hours since he died in my arms. It was because he was alive right in front of my eyes that I was able to forget it for a while, but it was too little time to make it completely non-existent.

It wasn’t that difficult to recall the past, not just a few years ago, but just a few hours ago. Fragments of those intense memories that were not buried even if I tried to bury them began to rise to the surface of the water by themselves.

He could feel his body temperature slowly cooling down through his hands.

I can hear his heartbeat slowing down in my ears.

The last time he quietly smiled at himself, his face was reflected in his eyes.

After recalling all those memories, I felt a stream of warm water flowing from my eyes. His bewildered look comes into view as the water shimmers. The hand was probably a reaction from recalling his body temperature, which had cooled down, and the mana automatically changed into a cold chill and exhaled.

“But why are you saying that?”

After spitting out these words, I forgot why I said these words and recalled such sad memories. Right now, only sadness and bitterness dominates my head. Gradually, memories of the present are forgotten and only the past begins to fill me.

Even I, now a mediator, felt the cold so much that I inadvertently grabbed his hand in front of my eyes.

His hands, which should have been cold, feel very warm now.

“sorry.”

In front of my eyes, he apologized for being sorry and hugged me, trying to cover me with warmth.

“I didn’t say that to make you feel insecure. It was just too sudden. I was just trying to say that we need some time to get to know each other. That’s all.”

I honestly couldn’t hear what he was saying.

What I could feel at this time was that he was talking to me, warm warmth, and a strong beating heart. Lastly, when I saw him staring at me, everything I thought of was a lie, as if denying it.

I wonder if he was relieved?

I dug into his arms, forgetting the original purpose.