I’ve always felt uncomfortable. I remember seeing sights that I could never have seen. I remember knowing what I could not possibly have known. Rather, I remember views and knowledge from a world that is not this one.
When I was younger, I’d often speak my mind. People around me ended up getting creeped out. As a result, I started keeping my mouth shut. I became less childish, less like a cute, precocious child.
As I grew, I learned to distinguish between what is and is not acceptable to speak about. My habit of clamming up immediately has improved a little…but even now, my brother laughs at me and says that I won’t be understood if I don’t voice my thoughts. Well, let’s put that aside for now.
At any rate, I now had a solution to my discomfort. I’d seen my fiancé happily strolling with another woman.
We were at the royal ball, and my eyes were fixed upon a couple—a man and a woman. The man had beautiful, long platinum blond hair tied into a single bun. His eyes were forest green. This man was my fiancé, Bjorn Thorvald. He was this country’s second prince. The royal family of our nation possesses enormous magical abilities, and His Highness was no exception. Furthermore, his attribute was that of light, making him a precious person.
The young lady smiling softly at him was Cecile Olsen. Her strawberry blonde hair curled softly inward around his shoulders, and she had round chocolate brown eyes. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lips were plump. In short, she was nothing short of lovely. Her breasts were voluptuous despite her petite and slender body. Even I, as a woman, couldn’t help but notice them. I saw His Highness’ eyes glance at them too, if only for a moment.
My name is Yurie Sars, the daughter of a Marquess in this country. I have long, straight navy-blue hair, almost the opposite of Sissel, and black eyes. I’m pretty tall for a woman…as for breasts…well, at any rate, I could probably be called beautiful, but my appearance was far from cute.
I’m sure that my expression right now—I’m getting this from my previous life’s memories—looks like a Tibetan sand fox. My friend used to like them so much that we’d imitate their expression. Somehow I’d begun to adopt the face unconsciously.
As I said, this memory is not from me but from my previous life. I’ve finally understood the discomfort plaguing me all this time.
In this game, Sissel Olsen, a young noblewoman with magical powers stemming from all attributes—including the rare darkness and light ones—has tumultuous love stories with all kinds of men. (Needless to say, her abilities make her a rarity in this world.) It ranges from noblemen to knights to wizards and merchants. Each story has its ups and downs. Oh, I should mention that this story is only for those over eighteen.
…One of the noblemen in question, however, is my fiancé.
His Highness, Prince Bjorn, is a man with a fiancée. Of course, that’s me: Yurie Sers. It’s me… isn’t this all a bit much?
In the game, the fiancée of a man was an opponent or obstacle. Yes, Yurie is just an obstacle for the heroine…a villainess.
In the game, His Highness and Yurie are engaged for political reasons. His Highness’ exceptional magical power of the light attribute would overflow if left unchecked, so to prevent this, someone with the darkness attribute—the opposite of light—was needed to offset it. Yurie, who possessed such an attribute, was made his fiancée.
I have a fair amount of dark magic. Like the light attribute, the dark attribute is rare, and I’m the only nobleman’s daughter close enough in age to His Highness who possessed such an ability. Except for me, the only other ladies are approaching their sixties or young girls.
If you were curious, Sissel has all attributes, but she has them equally. Apparently, she didn’t have enough magical power when she was measured. In the game, she became the talk of the town when her abilities were discovered. In fact, that’s where the story began. A month ago, rumors were floating around about a rare and exceptional magician.
…Right, I remember that.
In other words, the story had begun long ago.
…And so, Sissel’s love story can unfold with many different men, but she has to end up with someone. There’s no end where she’s alone. The final choice depends on choices made during the game, but in the scene where we find out who the partner happens to be during a ball. She has her first dance with him. Sissel will be tied to the man she has the first dance with.
Naturally, there was an ending where she and His Highness were tied together. Naturally, Sissel danced her first bout with His Highness. With the two of them smiling at each other now and having danced just a few moments before…
I’m in shock. I was so shocked I felt like I might have a stroke. All I could do was stare at them.
It’s not like we were engaged because we chose each other. Engagements among royalty and nobility were like that, but at least I have always liked His Highness, Bjorn.
His Highness and my elder brother—ah, my brother was also one of Sissel’s potential partners—are good friends. When His Highness came to the mansion, he even took time to speak with me even though I tended to be thought of as a recluse. He’s a very kind person who patiently listened to my words, which I tend to keep under lock and key.
When I heard about the engagement six months ago, I was so happy that I swooned and fainted. My elder brother was appalled.
Now that I reflect, to prevent a flood of His Highness’ magical powers, we’ve held hands and hugged…recently we even kissed. It was, however, a quick and efficient peck. As for other physical relations, there had been none…at all!
This society isn’t so conservative in a world where contraception is readily available due to magic. The virginity of a noblewoman isn’t considered particularly important. And yet…His Highness and I never had even an inkling of such contact. There was none whatsoever.
His Highness and Yurie in the game were in a relationship but, as I recall, had only gone to the extent of holding hands. Quite often, His Highness experienced what was known as magic sickness. It wasn’t an outright overflow of power, but there was undoubtedly a magical build-up. Conveniently, it happened once in front of Sissel.
As I recall, she woke up next to him afterward. It was a bit of an erotic scene. But you have a fiancee…you shouldn’t have done it!
“…How could you?”
He was close enough that I should be able to see his face clearly, but my vision started blurring. I bit my lip to endure, never shedding a tear. I never got involved with Sissel at all. I wouldn’t interfere like the Yurie of the game. Therefore these events must have happened without me realizing it.
His Highness suddenly looked at me, and I hurriedly turned my face away. I must look terrible right now. I decided to slip out of the hall, not wanting to see them anymore.
“Uh…this is too much….”
I fled to one of the parlors near the venue, which had been set aside for rest. I took a seat on a sofa and exhaled. I wiped my tears away with a handkerchief, but tears welled up again as I recalled the scene that I had just witnessed. I wished I’d realized earlier, but it was probably a blessing in disguise that I’d only remembered once I’d become an adult. If I’d recognized it as a child, I would have had a sadder experience.
They’d just question my sanity if I’d started talking like the world was a game.
Oh…at least if it had been before the game had begun…
I thought that, but in the first place, it would have been better if I’d communicated with His Highness more appropriately. My brother was right. It would never get across if I didn’t say what I was thinking. I should have told him that I was in love with him instead of being shy. I should have held on to my position as fiancee at any cost.
Looking back at it, my attitude was really appalling over the last six months. His Highness tried to get closer to me as his fiancee, but I was too embarrassed to even make eye contact. I couldn’t hold his hand because I was worried about sweating. I was so happy to be hugged that I had shaken like a leaf. I almost fainted when he kissed me.
We’ve spent so much more time together after we’d gotten engaged. It was no wonder that I’d fallen even further in love.
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