My Fiancee Was the Villainess of This World

16 – To the tiger’s den (2)

The witch’s house doesn’t seem to be made of sweets.

“Hmm.”

What should I say?

Yeah, that’s it.

‘It’s simple.’

The villa where Priscilla was staying was simple compared to the surrounding buildings.

Well, it deserves it.

I don’t know where the commoners live, but this is the yolk land where the mansions of nobles are built.

So where is a penny or two?

This is probably the limit no matter how hard the count family in Istria is.

No matter how much the royal family paid to maintain her dignity, it was only the cost of decorating Priscilla’s appearance.

It is said that maintaining the villa in this system is entirely dependent on the financial resources of Count Arbest.

Maybe it’s not a little overdoing it?

“Welcome, Maximilian.”

“Yes, excuse me.”

Unlike the simple mansions that seemed to have no gardens, Priscilla was decorated very brightly and not excessively today.

Is this the situation with a pearl necklace around a pig’s neck?

Of course Count Arbest is a pig, and Priscilla is a pearl necklace….

No, Priscilla is a witch.

It’s not a pearl necklace.

“That… Maximilian.”

Usually, when Priscilla came to the imperial castle, I felt like I was the first to walk.

But today, as her guest, she was walking behind Priscilla.

But Priscilla reacted as if she was looking at me, and unlike usual, she showed a sense of restlessness.

“What is it?”

“Why am I here today….”

Because of the incident in the garden, the dragon crown became too rough.

Other than that, it was to find out the reality of the witch living in the tiger’s den.

But I wasn’t so stupid that I dared to flaunt it.

“It’s a woomun. Do you really need to ask me to know?”

However, since she was about to lie, her conscience pricked her a bit, so she responded in a usual way that could be interpreted somehow.

Then Priscilla shrank her body with a slightly embarrassed expression.

“… Aren’t you shabby?”

Are you shabby?

Of course it’s shabby.

When you show such a simple mansion to a human who lived only in the imperial castle, of course you can’t help but feel shabby and needy.

But in my previous life, I lived in a house that was bigger than this one, so this level was rather shabby.

A floor has a floor.

“It has a simple taste, so this shouldn’t be bad either.”

“….”

Priscilla must have taken my words as consideration.

This seemed to need supplementation.

Dude.

When I stopped her steps while following her, Priscilla, who was a few steps ahead of me, looked back at her.

After taking a quick glance at Priscilla, I leisurely looked around her villa.

‘Small.’

As far as I remember, Count Arbest originally had no mansion in Jedo Island.

Because it was a family with no room or reason to exist in the first place.

In the meantime, Priscilla and I were announced to be engaged.

So, it must have been built in a hurry, crying and enduring the pain of tearing his crotch, like eating mustard.

“You don’t have to run when you’re in a hurry.”

I looked at her and smiled at her.

Priscilla must have thought I was being sarcastic, so her face turned black.

“What do you care so much about, Priscilla?”

I took one step closer to Priscilla.

The sweet, bewitching scent she smelled when they danced together earlier tickled her nose.

“In front of the sun, everyone is equal. Nothing to worry about.”

Yes, it is true that her family, the Countess of Arbest, is an insignificant family.

That is an unchanging fact.

But would it be different if it was a different family?

“I am thirsty. Would you like a cup of tea?”

“… Yes, Maximilian-sama.”

Priscilla, feeling better than before, led me to her living room.

It would be embarrassing to call it a reception room compared to Biryong-gwan, but at least it was the place where the most effort was put into this mansion.

It’s a very good feeling to have a chat while enjoying tea.

Dalgak.

The lady-in-waiting hired by Count Arbest gave me tea.

Our lady-in-waiting showed a move to check whether it was poison, but she waved her hand to mean that it was me.

She always had a chance if she had her heart.

It was because I had a small belief that I wouldn’t do anything stupid in a place like this.

“Hmm.”

As expected, the tea is first-class.

… Yes, as far as the car.

“It has been done. Let’s all go out now.”

When I tried to send the servant out as usual, the lady-in-waiting behind Priscilla reacted slightly sluggishly.

It was as if he was contemplating what to do when he couldn’t get out of here.

“Are my words not like words?”

As I glared at the lady-in-waiting and raised her voice, the lady-in-waiting bowed her head in amazement and she quickly left the drawing room.

“… I’m sorry, Maximilian.”

Why do you say the words of apology?

“It has been done. He must have been embarrassed by the visit of the prince.”

I said that and ignored it, but I couldn’t help the slightest sense of incongruity.

But since it was a trivial matter, I decided to focus on just enjoying my long-awaited holiday.

“Now, it’s your turn this time.”

“Yes… ?”

“Didn’t I prepare it up until now? Go ahead and bring something to enjoy.”

Priscilla pretended to be calm and reached for the teacup with a very relaxed hand.

Now I understand.

That her movements, which are more relaxed than usual, are trying to buy time.

This guy….

I guess I wasn’t prepared at all.

“Yeah, it looks like nothing is ready.”

I spit it out like a chase the moment she put her tea in her mouth.

Priscilla shook her shoulders as she held the teacup in her mouth.

“I guess I was the only one looking forward to this weekend.”

If I only wait for this day, I will endure for a week….

Aren’t you pitiful for me being squeezed from morning to evening by those monsters?

Your excitement is broken, witch.

As my eyes grew narrower and narrower, Priscilla shrugged in disdain.

“It has been done. If so, I’ll have to find out for myself.”

“… Maximilian?”

“Okay, I guess you can do that.”

If the hobbies enjoyed by idiots are like idiots, aren’t the hobbies enjoyed by virtuous women who are considered to be technically sound hobbies?

“Let’s do what you normally enjoy as a hobby together.”

It has been two weeks since I ordered the handmaidens of Biryonggwan to investigate Priscilla.

But I haven’t been able to get any clear results yet, and now that I’ve come this far, I have no choice but to find out for myself.

Honestly, I’m a little curious.

What does Priscilla usually enjoy doing?

“Well, with all due respect, I don’t think it’s a hobby that men would enjoy….”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“….”

Priscilla looked at me asking if she was really okay.

On the contrary, it felt like that kind of gaze stimulated my curiosity more.

“Quickly.”

So I urged her a little more.

Then Priscilla quietly slipped out of her drawing room with her words that she would wait a moment.

I’m curious.

What kind of hobbies does Priscilla usually enjoy?

After waiting like that, Priscilla brought a small basket that looked like her hands were stained for some reason.

It contained pieces of cloth, thread, and needles.

“Embroidery?”

“… Yes.”

Is this your hobby?

What can I say….

“This is truly your hobby.”

Ah, stop without realizing it.

“… Is that so?”

Priscilla tilted her head slightly with a slightly ambiguous expression.

To be honest, I’m not sure right now.

My first impression of her was that she was a virtuous woman who was very well suited to embroidery.

But now it’s different.

Unexpectedly, this guy has a strong competitive spirit, so I thought she would have a little more active hobby than this quiet one.

So she was aiming for surprise thinking that it might be a good match….

‘If it’s unexpected, it’s unexpected.’

But in a not so good way.

“As expected, this is….”

Priscilla must have thought that this was not the case, and she tried to withdraw her hand.

In response to her, I put my hand on the basket she had taken out.

“Come to think of it, I heard that this is a trend among couples these days.”

As I said that, I took out her handkerchief from her bosom.

“Yes?”

“Wouldn’t it be nice if I had one too?”

I said that and handed out my handkerchief to Priscilla.

You can’t argue with other people’s hobbies.

Because that inversely gives Priscilla room to interfere with my hobbies.

Hobbies start with mutual respect.

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“Give me one too. Let’s try our best.”

Priscilla wondered if her handkerchief was a waste, and she kept looking at me.

“Are handkerchiefs a waste? Stingy guy.”

“… I am worried.”

“Worried?”

“Embroidery is harder than I thought, Maximilian.”

Priscilla said that, as if scolding me, with a very stern expression, unlike before.

She seemed to have imagined the sight of her hands being pricked with needles and covered in blood.

Is it that dangerous?

“Then don’t just watch it.”

“Yes?”

“Isn’t that too bad?”

“That….”

Anyway, trying to do something together is just an excuse.

Conversation is established only when there is a common topic, but between her and I, there is almost no common topic.

That’s why a proper conversation can’t be established, but it’s just a trick to keep the meeting going.

“Aren’t you bored?”

“How could that be?”

Now that you have entered the tiger’s den, you must be bored, you witch.

Priscilla slowly took my handkerchief as if she had made up her mind.

“Take it slow. You might get hurt.”

Anyway, I was planning to go after a little leisurely today.

Since you never know when you might visit again, why not check thoroughly before you go?

In case you do, you might get information about the Shadow of the End.

If nothing comes out, that’s it—

‘… Fool.’

Are you obsessed with women’s colors?

To think that nothing would come out even for a moment….