I couldn't answer anything just my mouth was twitching like a crucian carp.
"That, that's."
Standing in front of Rudnine as an investigator. I felt my blood run cold.
'I'm going crazy!'
Rudnine was right.
Let's think of it as the original Yvonne.
So, if Yvonne didn't have magical amnesia, she would have performed defensive magic.
Yvonne was not just a wizard, but was famous for being a very good wizard.
Rudnine already knew this.
"Princess?"
Carol also thought it was strange when she heard Rudnine's explanation, so she called me and gave me a look urging me to answer.
Wow, cancel the maid and say you did a good job.
When the two of them pressed at the same time, my head hurt and I was choking.
'Sob sob. What am I going to do now?'
However, I couldn't think of a sharp number at all.
Cold sweats flowed profusely, and I was in danger.
I had to admit that there was no other way.
'I need to clarify it. Hah.'
Rather than being arrested for deliberately bombing Duke Rudnine, it is more correct to inform him of my illness.
It was so unfair...
I now have to reveal that I have a rare disease called magical amnesia, which I have been hiding so far.
The moment when I tried my best was in danger of disappearing like a waste of water.
Suffering from this strange disease, I was kicked out of the Argenthoz family and eventually took the route of becoming a warlock and tried to be the original.
'It's ruined... My New Life.'
Even if I became an archmage who used black magic, I would eventually die at the hands of Prince Adrian and Princess Cordelia.
My mind was dyed white, and I couldn't answer.
Rudnine, who kept staring at me as hard as a stone statue, touched the corner of my mouth and opened my mouth.
"Maybe, Yvonne."
"...Yes."
Say anything.
Anyway, it seems that my ending is either death or redemption.
I answered helplessly in desperation, but he bowed down and lowered his head to make eye contact with me.
There is joy in his eyes.
'Huh?'
Surprised, I looked up, and Rudnine followed me, stretching his waist and laughing with the corners of his mouth raised.
"Did you lie?"
"A lie?"
'I've lied a bit.'
I couldn't answer because I couldn't guess what kind of lie I was telling, but Rudnine spoke quickly.
"Yes, the bomb earrings showed signs of self-destructing, so they were thrown outside to deal with them."
"That's it!"
"After all, it wasn't a bomb to self-destruct, but a decent bomb earring that was thrown at me."
'Huh?'
It's not a lie.
I didn't want to go to the redemption ending I feared, so I knew it was time to explain my magical amnesia.
Where and how should I explain it?
I was at a loss.
In fact, when I possessed Yvonne's body, I was already suffering from magical amnesia, so I don't know why I got this disease.
'Huh? That's right. Why did I suffer from magical amnesia? What is the cause of this disease?'
Isn't that the most important part?
Realizing that I had missed the point, I was confused and touched my temples.
"...That's right. I'm glad you did."
I doubted my ears.
Now Rudnine said, 'I'm glad you did.'
What is fortunate?
My eyes widened, and I looked at him curiously.
Then Rudnine said again in a soft volce.
"I'm glad you did, Yvonne. That was a lie."
"Rudnine?"
I stammered to see if he was really inappropriate in this situation.
Rudnine was smiling genuinely happily, and his ears were slightly red.
His eyes folded as he smiled brightly, and his black eyes sparkled like jewels.
"I'm a strong fish, and I'm confident that I'll stop any of Yvonne's bombs."
'A strong fish...?'
It was a lively quiz.
Even if I don't know about a man named Rudnaine Iels, do I know too much?
I didn't know where the fish should appear in our relationship.
It was very difficult for me to understand why he was fishing for a long time.
But I tried to think about it as much as I could.
'In the area where he lives, that is, in the north, is there a custom to describe strong fish as strong? Then can we think of it as a sturgeon?'
Rudnine and sturgeon.
I shook my head, as if it didn't seem like a match.
"I'm serious."
Rudnine's voice, whose eyes were still shining, was very soft and firm.
"Duke Sturgeon."
The flow of the story was changing strangely, but Rudnine's eyes were serious, and his straight back and upright posture were full of pride.
But no matter how sturgeon or strong a fish is, a fish is a fish!
Duke Rudnine Iels and fish are not to be compared.
However, I felt that I shouldn't belittle fish as bad for such a serious person.
So, without realizing it, I nodded and agreed.
"Well, that's right. Rudnine is a very strong fish. You're cool."
"...Do you think so? I'm glad Yvonne said that."
He replied quickly and smiled lightly.
How could the way he smiles like that be as beautiful as the sun?
I felt that Rudnine and I were talking a little off, but when I saw him smiling. I gradually forgot my doubts in my head.
'Bewitched, enchanted.'
I tried my best to keep my gaze on the smiling Duke.
And I asked Carol to pour it again because the tea had cooled down.
"Yes, Princess."
Rudnine followed me and sat down calmly, taking a sip of hot tea served by Carol.
"Can I give you some sugar cubes?"
"Of course, Duke."
After receiving a bowl of sugar cubes that Carol gently handed to him, he put three sugar cubes into a teacup in a row.
'Three of them?'
Even if you put just one in it, it will feel very sweet.
Surprised, I asked a question without realizing it.
"Rudnine, do you like sweets?"
"...I didn't like it in the first place. I've been liking it lately."
He looked at me, hesitated, and then pushed the sugar cube bowl aside.
"Yvonne, do you hate men who like sweets?"
"That's not right. It's a personal preference. On the contrary, I tend to like sweet foods. However, the adult man I know hated sweets..."
I spoke and lost in old thoughts.
The guy who hated sweets was the shooter who harassed me and took away my spine at the company in my previous life.
Because of the shooter, I have never been able to eat sweet desserts at work.
"There was a crepe shop right in front of the company, which was famous for its restaurants."
I didn't tell him to eat something sweet. I just wanted to eat it.
The shooter told me that if I ate something sweet. It would smell sweet, and I should never eat it.
Crepe shops usually close at seven o'clock, so I work overtime every day. I naturally didn't have a chance to try them.
'Damn it.'
A bad bastard who won't be forgotten even if I live a new life.
I still hate that shooter bastard more than the driver who hit me with a car.
'Ugh. Let's forget about it now.'
I sighed and came back to my senses, but Rudnine was watching me silently.
Why that?
When Rudnine made eye contact, I felt cold and chilled for some reason.
He put down his teacup and said.
"Didn't the 'man' eat sweets?"
"Yes? Oh, yes."
They didn't even eat together, but they didn't even like the smell.
When I frowned at the bridge of my nose, Rudnine's mood subsided even more.
"...He's a really terrible person."
"Well, that's right."
I was excited to join him in the shooter's curse, but Rudnine really seemed to be angry.
As he fell into deep thought and fell silent, I fiddled with the teacup and looked at Rudnine's eyes.
In fact, I was still anxious because I hadn't finished an important conversation with him yet.
'I took a break because of the mention of fish.'
When I had a short break, I began to think about the problem that would make my head explode again.
The more I thought about it, the stranger it became.
According to what I have recently learned from my teachers to learn about the countries of the continent, including the Empire, there is no part adjacent to the sea in the northern land where the Rudnine live.
There are only huge mountain ranges and large lakes.
'But what is fish culture?'
So, instead of sturgeon, there is a huge freshwater fish.
The more I thought about it, the more ironic and complicated the fish problem became, so I gave up thinking about it more deeply.
Now, let's just accept it objectively and organize it.
Just like when I memorized English words like crazy with instilled education!
So Rudnine is a strong fish and a strong knight.
But I'm sure I deliberately threw a bomb to test whether Rudnine was really strong or weak.
Of course, I wouldn't dare to bomb Duke Iels, but Rudnine didn't seem too bad.
Perhaps this person thinks that I am famous for being a very vicious geek, so he thinks this kind of light bombing is worth it.
'I think it's fun.'
I remembered the sparkle in his eyes when he questioned me about whether he was lying.
Duke Iels is a Rudnine who has everything.
While life feels boring, I wonder if they look at my kind of trouble as cute, which brought me fresh fun.
It was a bit far-fetched, but I came to admit that it might be because this place is in a novel anyway.
Otherwise, there is no way we will go in this flow.
If this novel had been a serious documentary, I would have been arrested and arrested on the spot.
'Well, as it is... Do you think you can let them misunderstand like this?'
At this rate, I don't have to reveal that I have magical amnesia.
However, it is unlikely that I will be arrested.
I felt sorry for lying to Rudnine and taking advantage of him, which hurt my conscience so much.
But I can't tell this man about my magical amnesia right now.
He has nothing to do with me.
I only met him once, and it was rather awkward.
He may still be watching me under the orders of the Crown Prince.
I was very suspicious of his affectionate favor to me, and I had no choice but to think so.
So I made a bold decision.
'Let's be liars.'
I'm sorry, Rudnine.
I shouted an apology to myself, closed my eyes, and then opened them.
And I called him as calmly as possible, who was still lost in thought.
"Rudnine?"
"...Yes, Yvonne."
Well, I guess it's my mistake.
Rudnine's black eyes were filled with something like a cool life.
Could it be that he was angry because I threw the bomb belatedly?
When I froze in surprise at the sudden change in his mood, Rudnine touched the corner of his mouth and smiled softly.
"I'm sorry. I'm thinking about something else."
"Yes... are you very angry about me?"
"Because of Yvonne? Oh boy... Is it because of Yvonne? No, that's not the case."
'What are you talking about?'
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