Ch22: (Miri’s POV)

    Leanhardt-sama, you are terrible! You said you would help me find the man of my dreams, and then suddenly you hit me in the face…

    It’s the worst. I still have a tingling sensation and I wonder what I will do if my face gets a scar…

    “…Your, your highness. Wait a minute…”

    “Fine, if you’re going to pick a fight with my fiancée. I have my own ideas…!”

    “No…!”

    Ararara?

    Leanhardt-sama is looking like he’s losing his mind because of Alfred-sama’s anger.

    —Suck on that.

    He deserves it for smacking me in the face.

    Ufufufu. Alfred-sama was angry with him for my sake.

    My cheeks hurt so much that I couldn’t hear what he said, but I’m sure he did.

    I knew that Alfred-sama loved me, not Charlotte-onesama.

    Yes, he does. Of course he does.

    Because Charlotte-onesama is ugly, she talks in difficult incantations, and she is a boring woman who is good at playing a musical instrument.

    “What’s wrong, Leanhardt-kun? If you don’t have any more business to do, can you leave? I have a lot of things to discuss with Charlotte about our marriage.”

    Alfred-sama, you are judging the evil Leanhardt-sama in style.

    And for my sake… Ah, this is true love, isn’t it?

    He is good-looking, smart, and a prince… Miri wants to be Alfred-sama’s wife…

    ” … Y-Yes! Please! Please give me some leniency, your Highness! …!”

    “…”

    Ufufufu. Leanhardt-sama, you’re not looking so good with your teary eyes.

    Alfred-sama is a million times more attractive than this ugly, violent man.

    I’ve made up my mind.

    I’m going to confess to Alfred-sama again. With the cutest face ever—!

    With a look that will make all the gentlemen look back…!

    I’m sure that Alfred-sama will fall in love with me too.

    Look at Onesama’s face…Miri would never be able to live if she was born with a face like that. Ufufufu.

    “Um… Alfredo-sa—.”

    “So, you’re sending Miri to the monastery. Good. I didn’t think she deserved to be a guest at my wedding, so now I can protect the honor of the Arzel family.”

    “Eh…?”

    What? What? What? What?

    Oh, Alfred-sama, why do you take the story of my being sent to the monastery with such a smile?

    “To tell you the truth, I was worried. I heard Count Arzel has a soft spot for Miri. Sending a girl like this to a rigorous party is like letting a wild beast run free.”

    A-A girl like this? It’s strange that Alfred-sama should speak so ill of me…

    O-Onesama is nodding her head at that? I don’t think so…Charlotte-onesama must have told Alfred-sama something bad about me—.

    Onesama, that’s terrible!

    Telling Alfred-sama all sorts of lies to prevent me from being happy…!

    “A-Alfred-sama! Wait! I, I, I am not the horrible woman Alfred-sama says I am!”

    “Huh. Well, let me ask you something, Miri… Do you know the name of my father, the King of Albania?”

    “…Eh? Does the king have a name?”

    “…Count Arzel, I need you to get this girl out of my sight immediately. If you want me to pretend I didn’t just hear that.”

    Hey, hey! Father!

    Why do I have to be thrown out of the room?

    What did I do? What did I do? What did I do?!