He wants her.
The more he looked at it, the greedier he became.
Arma lived being ignored by many. It was a scene he had created, and a landscape he had created.
Because Arma was destined to quietly disappear someday.
To do so, he had to be a person of no value whatsoever. That is why Arma lived as someone who existed yet did not exist. It was a life where being ignored by everyone was taken for granted.
A life where no one expected him and no one acknowledged him.
The first thing given to Arma as his own was Roselyn.
The 3rd Prince's fiancée.
The woman named after him and the man named after her, none other than no one else.
Arma was Roselyn's Arma, and Roselyn was Arma's Roselyn.
The name tag was attached like that, but when he came to his senses, she had already taken it off and was holding it in her hand.
That was the only thing that was anxious. Roselyn had no interest in Arma. She did not look at him even when Arma was by her side.
'Why?'
Why?
It is because he wanted this.
Because he had pretended that no one was interested in him, Roselyn is also not interested in him.
No one would expect a future from someone whom no one likes and from whom nothing can be expected, right?
'And yet you're suggesting we kiss?'
Just how lightly must he have regarded their relationship to say such things without even batting an eye? His expression showed neither nervousness nor excitement.
Furthermore, there was not even a hint of surprise at his unromantic words, which bordered on a confession.
“Crazy...”
Thud.
Arma groaned softly as he banged his head against the wooden post where the boy was tied.
As he leaned his cheek against a damp, cold tree trunk where the night dew could be felt, he felt even more miserable.
'Dream...'
In his dream, he could not have Roselyn due to a foolish choice.
Roselyn died in that dream because of that stupid choice.
Arma briefly imagined Roselyn dying, but upon realizing it was more unpleasant than he had thought, he immediately scowled.
"I like you, Roselyn."
If I say it like this, will it make your heart flutter even a little?
No. Considering how indifferent she was even to the sound of a kiss, there is no possibility.
As if someone had heard that low murmuring voice, the sound of a branch snapping was heard from somewhere.
Arma quickly straightened up and turned his head, then froze with a face that had turned pure white.
"Ahem!"
"..."
"Hahaha! You have quite a timid fiancé, nephew?"
"No, in this case, should I say it's fiery?"
His voice was full of laughter as he added.
"Uh, uh, you little brats! There's nothing you can't say in front of an elder!"
Roselyn clicked her tongue in disapproval as she watched her second uncle, Ian Bellion, stubbornly follow her despite being told not to come, and spout such narrow-minded nonsense.
"Hey, did you just click your tongue?"
"You were released from confinement sooner than expected."
"Faster than I thought?! Do you even know how long I've been trapped?"
“I don’t know.”
Between Duke Bellion, who kept clearing his throat as if it hurt; her father, who stood there blankly with trembling eyes as if he had lost the world; her first uncle, who was laughing as if the garden would be swept away; and her second uncle, who was busy making noise, Roselyn saw Arma with a pale face.
Arma, who suddenly found himself making a public confession in front of his fiancée's family, lifted his head with trembling eyes.
"...May I go home?"
"Yes."
Roselyn fully understood the other person's embarrassment. So, she answered as calmly and expressionlessly as possible.
Then, Arma carefully fed him with a trembling jaw, looking somehow shocked and even hurt.
It was just as Arma was about to turn around.
"Ugh..."
The boy who was tied to the tree post opened his eyes.
"..."
Roselyn stared blankly at the boy who was glaring at them with the childlike eyes of an enemy, as if he had lost all emotion.
Red hair and golden eyes.
Even the fierce eyes, which would not be strange to call a beast from a distance.
This was a fact that even Roselyn from the other world found out by chance while on the run.
Perhaps an unpleasant fact that Ian Bellion would not be so keen on.
“What is your name?”
Ian Bellion is an illegitimate child of the Duke of Bellion.
The child was born as a result of a mistake made by Duke Bellion in his youth.
Duke Devon Bellion, having grown up as an illegitimate child himself, did not hide or abandon Ian Bellion but took him in and raised him without discrimination against the children of his legal wife.
Ian Bellion grew up crooked, but that didn't mean he went astray.
Devon Bellion had a total of four children.
He has three children from his first wife and one illegitimate child from outside.
Eldest son, Aegis Bellion.
Second son, Ian Bellion.
Third son, Cherty Bellion.
And between the eldest son and the second son, there was one eldest daughter.
Lily Bellion.
"Is your mom's name Lily?"
And if her memory serves her right, Makluxa's first Reaper was the son of Lily Bellion, who would now be nineteen years old.
"...Hey, what did you just say?"
Silence hung all around.
The one who was most excited was, of course, Ian Bellion.
"I asked if you were Lily Bellion's son."
Roselyn said one more thing.
Then the boy stared at her with a menacing gaze, then quickly turned his head away.
Ian Bellion almost died when he was young.
It was decades ago.
Ian Bellion was a person who felt inferior because he was an illegitimate child.
So, consumed by rebelliousness, he ran away from home, and worried about this, Lily Bellion followed Ian.
Lily Bellion was a person with a limp who fell from a tree incorrectly when she was young.
And during that runaway trip, Ian and Lily were chased by an assassin.
And to the assassin of Makluxa, too.
"Don't be ridiculous! Lily is dead! There's no way a kid like this could exist!"
Ian Bellion shouted and strode toward Roselyn.
And he saw.
Hiding her identity and acting as bait, she was driven to the edge of a cliff by assassins, only to slip and fall far below.
“What are you doing?”
At the same time, her father blocked his path, and Aegis Bellion grabbed Ian by the back of the neck.
"Hey, little brother, are you crazy?"
"Brother, she's talking nonsense! Sister is dead! I...!"
"Did you happen to see a body?"
Ian Bellion opened his eyes at Roselyn's question.
He hadn't seen it. That is why he felt like he had been hit right in the heart.
As he strode closer and reached out his hand toward Roselyn, Cherty bared his teeth.
“Let’s stop there.”
"Damn it. Don't be rude and speak informally to your big brother!"
"You do that to your eldest brother, too."
"He doesn't say anything to me, but I'm saying something to you, so don't pull an insubordination! Get lost! I'm having a competition with my niece...!"
"I told you not to threaten my daughter. Do you want to die?"
As Cherty blocked his path, Ian Bellion glared fiercely.
Roselyn glanced at Arma, who had a gloomy face, as he turned his head at the fierce glare that looked as if he would be torn apart at any moment.
'...Come to think of it, is this a garden?'
Leaving the people arguing behind, Roselyn recalled what Arma had said earlier.
"...No. I don't want to do it like this. I want to set the mood a bit more, then stroll through the garden or the beach, and then..."
Come to think of it, this situation isn't entirely bad. That is, if only the loud noise from behind would disappear.
“Arma.”
Still, aside from the noise, it is a bright moon, so the sounds of insects and birds crying in the grass somewhere are not bad.
It means that the atmosphere was good enough.
In any case, they looked busy, and it didn't seem like a fight that would end easily.
Seeing them draw out the Abyss from each other, it seemed it would take some time for it to subside.
Roselyn, who didn't want to waste time unnecessarily and disliked standing around blankly, smiled sweetly at the opportune moment to use her time.
"...Roselyn? What is it?"
"We happen to be in the garden; shall we try kissing?"
Smooch.
As Arma's eyes widened, the loud noise suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings became dead silent.
"Hey! How can you say something like that in front of your uncles while they're fighting! Get a clue!"
"...Aren't you going to fight anymore?"
She thought he wouldn't be able to hear because it was so noisy, but it seemed he heard the low voice like a ghost again.
"Roselyn, let's talk later with Dad."
Roselyn clicked her tongue inwardly at Cherty's serious voice.
"... Yes."
Roselyn quietly nodded in agreement.
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