My Fiancee Was the Villainess of This World

36 – Islands Holiday

It was a series of shocking events.

Nevertheless, I thought about the story that Count Arbest had told me unexpectedly calmly.

‘Cuckoo baby….’

The Count glared at me with hateful eyes, and told me that he loved Priscilla.

That meant that after her wife’s death, I found out that Priscilla was not my child.

I can’t be sure, but I think it might have been the use of the Holy Land’s magic called ‘Soul Binding’.

‘That’s why the disgusting story of a reverse harem can exist.’

In The Gardener of Thorns, there is a disgusting ending in which several men cling to a heroine called a reverse harem.

I have no intention of hiring such a promiscuous woman as the emperor’s consort.

However, the story that there is no regret can also be said that you can take her as a spouse for now.

Isn’t it strange?

The fact that a woman who has to give birth to the emperor’s descendants can’t be so promiscuous.

How could she be sure that the child she gave birth to was of her royal blood?

The reason why this is possible is thanks to the Holy Nation’s magic called ‘bonding of souls’.

This is, in a nutshell, like a genetic test on Earth.

All humans in this world are born with one mana attribute.

Because that mana comes from the soul, it is said to cause a strong resonance with the existence that is its source.

In other words, it serves as a means of proving the blood relationship between a child and parents.

Just as genetic testing is done at the stage of suspecting a wife’s infidelity even in a place called Earth, the magic of binding souls is not used except in dire cases.

But the Count must have used this soul bond for some reason.

‘I don’t know.’

In this world, the binding of souls is a magic technique that is absolutely trusted.

However, for me who have the knowledge of genetic testing, it can’t be helped that I honestly think it’s a slightly unreliable magic technique.

But even apart from that, the thought that it might be the count’s misunderstanding kept flashing through my mind.

That would be too—

‘Eyes look alike….’

The Count has been sending me provocative glances with suppressed hatred throughout.

And the moment it reached its peak, he couldn’t stand it any longer and exploded.

But I peeked at Priscilla through those eyes that were glistening with hatred.

My aesthetic eye insisted that the Count and Priscilla were never strangers.

Is it because of his pity for Priscilla that he expects the count to be mistaken….

‘It’s done.’

Whoever Priscilla is, I decided to take her into my arms.

So there’s no need to dwell on a past that there’s no way to find out anymore.

Smart.

As I was organizing my thoughts like that, I heard a rather familiar knocking sound.

‘Priscilla.’

“Come in, Priscilla.”

─ Maxi, … yes.

Priscilla opened her door and came in, looking a little taken aback.

The look in his eyes asked how he had noticed the knock after hearing it.

“I’m pretty used to it now.”

Then Priscilla patted the side of her hair, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Your father is gone.”

“… Yes.”

Priscilla entered the room with a complicated expression.

“I am thirsty. Give me the car.”

I asked Priscilla to serve the car.

“Yes, Maximilian.”

Priscilla showed a strong tendency to look at me a little to see if she had many questions she wanted to ask.

It was only then that I remembered what I forgot about the shocking fact.

‘Lunaris Flower…. Damn it.’

The original plan was to force Count Arbest to apologize to Priscilla.

Of course, the most fundamental problem in this process is my behavior in the past.

Because I neglected Priscilla for six years, I thought that Count Arvest had been harassing Priscilla.

So, for the second time in my life, I even thought about putting the words of apology into my mouth.

After the story ended like that, I was planning to hand over the Lunaris Flower to the Count and advise him to prepare for Lunaris in advance in preparation for the epidemic that would soon come upon the empire.

‘I’ll have to write a letter to the duke.’

As a result of neglecting Priscilla for the past six years, Count Arvest’s family has been sitting in a considerable pile of debt.

For that reason, he was in a bad mood, and he was quite agitated because he had been ordered to come to these distant islands.

So I had no choice but to send him back in excitement after promising to compensate for the damage he had caused.

So, I hope that the ‘ghost’, not Count Arbest, will try.

I quickly wrote a letter to the Duke while Priscilla prepared her tea.

Dalgak.

The moment I wrote down the essential details, Priscilla served me a cup of tea.

I let out a short sigh as I drank the tea Priscilla gave me.

“… I’m sorry, Maximilian.”

“Is Moore so apologetic?”

“This is the story of our family, but I….”

“Isn’t it someone else’s business? And don’t say the words of apology so easily. If you live with the words of apology in your mouth, it feels light at the most important moment.”

When Priscilla heard me, she slightly opened her eyes wide, and then, as if she was ashamed, she lightly blushed.

How much did such an innocent and foolish guy suffer in that family?

The thought made his heart swell.

“You still have a lot of time left.”

As if the count wanted to leave this island as quickly as possible, he came to Biryonggwan quite early in the morning.

Thanks to that, it’s not even noon yet, but today’s schedule is empty.

“I’m hungry today, so let’s have lunch a little earlier.”

As soon as I said that, Priscilla stood up from her seat and started to head to her kitchen.

“Where are you going? You should prepare too.”

“… Yes?”

Priscilla asked back with a slightly embarrassed look.

I looked at Priscilla and laughed.

“You said you were sad that I didn’t play with you last week. Something magical.”

Priscilla blinked at my words, then opened her mouth slightly as if she realized something about her.

Then, in surprise, I covered my mouth with both of her hands, but her eyes kept loosening up, and I struggled for nothing.

Even if I play poker with this guy all my life, I will never lose.

It was a really emotional expression that made me think that way.

“Lord, I’ll prepare, yo… !”

Priscilla, who even chewed her tongue and expressed surprise with her whole body, quickly left her drawing room.

Something stupid.

She should have told her other lady-in-waiting to prepare her lunch before she left.

I looked at Priscilla’s back and smiled bitterly at her.

***

It was a little past noon when I came out after eating at Biryonggwan.

Me and Priscilla were walking around the streets of the island in clothes that would make us look like commoners.

“This, can I do this… ?”

“It doesn’t matter. Surprisingly, the performance seems to be certain.”

Dior’s bright red hair, like a burning flame, is a feature that no one knows even in the drafting.

Nevertheless, the reason he volunteered at the orphanage disguised as a commoner was thanks to the magic tool ‘Pers’ we wore on our wrists.

A magic tool that Dior has used for years and guaranteed its stability, surprisingly, nothing to worry about will happen.

Even if that happens, there are escort knights disguised as commoners and hiding among the crowds.

As long as we don’t do anything sudden to ostracize them, we’ll be able to enjoy our outings without too much trouble.

“Ha. Like a guy from the outskirts, you get along quite well, Priscilla.”

The expression that hangers are good probably exists for such swanky people.

I never dreamed that I would be able to pull off shabby clothes that a commoner would wear so well.

“You look good on Maximilian too, don’t you?”

Priscilla said she had a fresh smile and said something she couldn’t tell whether it was a provocation or a compliment.

“… This will be difficult.”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to advertise that someone is here?”

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Only then did Priscilla realize that she had unconsciously called my name, so she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.

… I made the same mistake, but I decided to continue the story as if nothing was wrong.

“I think I need a pseudonym.”

“Is it a pseudonym?”

“Yes. Let’s see….”

Priscillaini─

“Let me call you Sir. You can call me Max.”

“That, that….”

Priscilla shrank her body apologetically.

Even though she might not know if it was someone else’s name, she seemed to be repulsed because it was close to a nickname.

“You are the second to grant that title, so you should be honored, Sir.”

That was the moment I spit it out.

It felt as if Priscilla’s eyes had gone out of focus for just a moment.

Her eyes were something that reminded me of Count Arbest, who somehow contained hatred close to madness.

‘This witch… !’

How dare you look at someone like that!

“Second, is it?”

“Yes, that’s what her mother used to call me. You are second.”

“Yes, eh? Oh, oops, that, oops!”

The moment I said that, Priscilla flinched, twitching her body and spitting out something that didn’t make sense to her.

In an instant, her face turned red, and she began to wail like someone intoxicated with heatstroke.

“Aww!!!”

What was she so embarrassed about now, with her hands covering her face, she sat down on the spot and grabbed all the attention around her.

Wheeiik!

As if to judge that, the men who met her eyes even blew a whistle and sat down.

These cheeky things!

As I was gnashing my teeth and staring at her surroundings, Priscilla, who was sitting down, heard a series of unsentenced words.

“My… two… I… two… Second, hehehe….”

How long does she intend to stay like that, you witch!

Can’t you stand up right now!

“Whoa….”

As if my threats had worked, Priscilla slowly got up from her seat and tidied up her clothes.

Then he naturally put his hand on my arm.

“Come on, Max.”

“Have you finished shaking your bowl?”

“There are fairy tales on the floor. Isn’t that behaving like a village commoner?”

Priscilla said that, and her face was still as red as the setting sun.

Unfortunately, the sun was still close to the top, so it was difficult to fake it because it was the color of sunset.

The way she spit out desperate bullsh*t with such a face was so funny that the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

“Yeah, it really suits you.”

I said that and gently took her hand that was hanging from my arm.

“Ah, ugh, that… maxi… Max?”

“What kind of commoner would escort a woman like that, stupid.”

Now I am not the crown prince, and now you are not my fiancee.

Just an ordinary commoner, Max, and a village commoner, Sirzi.

So this is correct here.

I walked down the avenue holding Priscilla’s hand, which was slightly moistened by the summer heat.

‘The weather is nice.’

The gloomy atmosphere of the morning was blown away in one shot, and it was truly warm and pleasant weather.