episode_0126
by fnovelpia
Carl stopped in the passage leading to the main square.
A huge bonfire reminiscent of a campfire and the lights that brighten up the dark night softly illuminated the passageway.
“……”
Beatrice, who was accompanying him, also stopped nervously.
A sense of unease began to creep in, wondering if Karl might have changed his mind.
There, a bonfire is crackling – the scent of fire and burning wood wafting in, telling us that the high ground is just around the corner…
However, Beatrice has no choice but to wait for Karl’s decision.
As she expected, Karl had mixed feelings.
I accepted the offer as if I was possessed and returned to the main square, but when I actually entered, my steps became heavy.
Are you in your right mind to ‘negotiate’ with a villain like this?
In the first place, I couldn’t understand why my mind was wavering and unstable. Thanks to that, I’m just standing there blankly, staring at the plaza like my soul has left me.
Beatrice tried hard to shake off the ominous feeling she had whenever she caught a glimpse of such a knife.
Please don’t come now and bite me.
“Wait a minute.”
“?”
Anyway, the two are in a strange situation.
I’m doing strange things that I can’t even understand myself.
Beatrice examined the knife.
Then he raised his hand and straightened the sword’s tack.
Swish swish-
Smooth out the tangled shirt and straighten the collar.
Then suddenly I saw the back of my neck that was wounded by Chloe’s sword.
“…Did it hurt?”
I used healing magic on the small wound.
The tips of her slender fingers touched the neck of the sword.
Carl felt warm mana seeping into the nape of his neck.
“Not that much……”
I swallowed the words, ‘It’s nothing compared to the shock you gave me.’
After a while, the healing magic that had been making a whooshing sound ended.
“Okay, that’s it.”
“……”
“Now, shall we go in…?”
Beatrice asked Karl with a shy face.
There is no trace of her anywhere now.
There is only Beatrice, a foreign noblewoman that Karl knew.
A confident, relaxed, and charming woman.
Why on earth is this woman the same person as that trash princess?
Carl looked at Beatrice and recalled the brutal massacres she had committed as an unknown.
“…knife?”
But it just doesn’t seem to overlap.
All I can hear is a pretty voice urging me on with an anxious heart.
Beatrice was so cute when she fidgeted.
Among the heroines, she is the tallest, but her frame is relatively small and elegant. Her chiseled features are feminine and cute. In particular, her obvious appearance of occasionally ticking and not hiding her true feelings is really cute.
… .
stop.
Carl put his hand on his temple.
I felt dizzy.
She’s clearly a villain, but she’s cute.
This is ridiculous.
Princess, what have you done to me?
What kind of strange magic did you use to make me……
Swish-
Even as he thought that, Karl seemed to have given up and grabbed Beatrice’s hand. Instead of answering, he met her gaze as her blue eyes returned to hers and began to walk.
Beatrice blushed, then smiled broadly.
She walked along, holding his hand, feeling each joint of his long fingers.
*
The closing ceremony and the people welcoming Christmas Eve were both noisy and quiet.
A night when pitch-black darkness covers the world.
Excited people came down to the square and moved in unison.
Men and women with special bonds filled the square as couples.
They all hope that their Christmas Eve relationship won’t end in just one day.
Isn’t that right?
An act of committing a bold act that one would not normally do while intoxicated by the special atmosphere of a special day.
Curiosity and the mystery of the veil of ignorance create miracles.
Maybe when the sun rises again tomorrow, I will regret my actions today.
And then it happened again.
People choose to endure such vague fears and focus on the moment, forgetting about the fear.
As if tomorrow doesn’t exist.
As if the sun will never rise tomorrow.
I want to dance, enveloped in the cold moonlight and the passionate glow of a campfire.
It was surprising that Karl Maynor chose Beatrice de Dahlia instead of his fiancée. Moreover, Beatrice approaching her friend’s fiancée while veiled was even more surprising.
But people soon forgot that outrageous act.
In the end, what matters is ‘me’ and not ‘others’.
Those who were unable to get married were wandering around the square, suppressing their regrets and looking forward to tomorrow, while those who got married were now in the center of the square, drunk on excitement and thrill.
It was just a scandal involving Academy Awards celebrities, nothing changed. This year’s Christmas Eve will end calmly as always—
At that time, the sight people saw changed.
-?
Karl Maynor and Beatrice de Dahlia, who had disappeared in a hurry, returned. The two of them held hands and headed through the crowd toward the center of the square.
Under the dark sky, the presence of the two people shone.
Even in the midst of controversy, the two men who were about to commit an act that went against common sense walked with their backs straight and their eyes straight ahead.
For some reason, it seemed to the two of them that the world did not exist apart from each other.
The two men and women with neat appearances headed toward their destination, ignoring the noisy surroundings.
-Three, my goodness……
-Are you two dating? Officially?
– Are you crazy? Is the Duke’s engagement a joke? How can you have a formal relationship with Chloe?!
-No, then what are those two doing now…
-I don’t know. I guess I’m crazy, really.
Shock and sighs erupted here and there.
But still the two of them didn’t care.
Karl and Beatrice stood in the center of the square, closest to the bonfire, staring at each other.
Beatrice was grateful for the crimson bonfire, because it allowed her to hide her blushing face, since it would be visible through the crimson bonfire’s reflection.
“…Do you feel like you came for nothing?”
She was uneasy with Carl’s silence.
I urge him, just in case he regrets it.
“Or maybe you can’t dance?”
I try to joke around, hoping he’ll respond.
Maybe a provocation.
“……”
Beatrice looked down at Karl’s hard lips, then lowered her gaze as if she was sulking. Her shoulders hunched.
wickedness-
At that moment, Karl wrapped his hand around Beatrice’s waist with the other hand he was holding.
A color appeared on Beatrice’s face.
“If I’m going to do it, I’m going to do it right.”
“!”
“I’m saying goodbye. After this night, I won’t see you again. At least not as your fake identity, Beatrice de Dahlia.”
“I will keep my promise.”
“That’s the way it should be, Tricky Green.”
Karl glared at Beatrice for a moment, then smiled gently.
And Beatrice shyly placed her hand on the blade of the sword.
She acted like the usual confident and easy-going noble lady, but…
“Good, please take care.”
“?”
The problem was that it was sloppy.
My back was stiff and my hands were shaking with tension.
“Actually I’ve never danced before……”
“What?”
When Beatrice spoke in a crawling voice, Karl was dumbfounded.
No, what kind of noble lady doesn’t even know how to dance?
Is this the limitation of a hastily created status?
Was it too late for the princess, who was on the run, to learn the etiquette of high society?
“I never imagined I’d dance with a guy.”
“Ha.”
I couldn’t even laugh out loud.
Who would have thought that a princess who was once of high status wouldn’t even know how to dance, which is no different from basic etiquette?
As expected, the silent revolution was right.
The Green Clan were clearly a bunch of loose ends, unfit for a ruler, Carl was sure of it.
“Mi, I’m sorry…”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. Just leave it to me. T-Take it easy.”
What the heck is this?
Beatrice tensed as she watched Karl’s expression, which seemed disappointed.
And I bitterly regretted not having learned dancing from the Count or Matthias.
If I had known this would happen, I should have asked Julia to teach me… Honestly, I didn’t know that Karl would accept my impulsive ‘negotiation’ so easily.
“…Like this?”
“Yeah. That’s it. I’ll take care of it.”
“Okay… Whew-!”
In an instant, the sword wrapped around Beatrice’s waist and pulled her close, bringing their chests together.
Beatrice let out a short moan at the sudden contact.
“I won’t eat it. At least not today. It’s a promise.”
“Okay, eat it—”
“I’ll kill you the next time I see you. So don’t worry for now.”
“……”
Beatrice’s face turned bright red because of the sword’s strange expressiveness.
But soon, I became complicated because of the sword that told the story of a lonely ending.
“Don’t stop even if the steps get tangled. Just keep going. If it gets tangled, keep it tangled. If it’s straight, keep it straight.”
“Is it okay if I make a mistake?”
“It’s okay. There are no mistakes in this dance. If you mess up, just dance accordingly. Can you do it?”
“…Yeah.”
Beatrice nodded.
My chest was touching my chest, and I could feel the solid upper body of the sword.
I felt embarrassed, worried that the sound of my pounding heartbeat might be transmitted.
Karl bent down, still holding Beatrice in his arms.
It signaled that the dance would begin soon.
“But, is it normal for them to stick together like this?”
“……”
“Ah, no, as far as I know, most of them just lightly hold hands and dance slowly?”
“Be noisy.”
Carl answered briefly and looked around.
Quite a few couples were pairing up to dance, but most of them were staring at Karl and Beatrice rather than their partners.
That gaze was funny, so I laughed and looked at the orchestra.
The conductor of the orchestra, whose eyes met Carl’s, nodded.
And whoosh – as he swung his baton, the sounds of various instruments, starting with the violin, began to flow.
Rich concerto sounds complete the sacred night.
Carl moved his feet slowly, savoring the beat of the melody.
Beatrice opened her eyes wide and surrendered herself to Karl.
“Remember. Take the steps however you want. Instead, keep your upper body attached so I can lead you.”
“Yeah.”
So, starting with Karl and Beatrice, the men and women in the square began to dance one by one.
It was not a boring and innocent dance suitable for a Christmas Eve party.
It is a dance of seduction that instantly eliminates the distance between hearts through excessive closeness.
Everyone was surprised to see such an unexpected and passionate dance.
But since it was none other than Carl Maynor who led the flow, and he even made the conductor change the piece spontaneously, they danced accordingly.
Of course, Carl had no choice but to make this choice for Beatrice, who couldn’t dance… but the problem is that it doesn’t seem that way to people.
-Oh my god, is that even allowed?
-You’re dancing like that with another woman while leaving your fiancée behind?
Because of this, the misunderstanding grew like a snowball.
But as expected, Karl didn’t care.
Before we knew it, Beatrice’s awkward steps were gradually becoming regular.
There were times when she almost fell over because she got tangled up, and times when she lost her center of gravity in the opposite direction and literally ended up in Karl’s arms, but Karl skillfully guided Beatrice every time.
Beatrice was so cute, smiling as if she was having a hard time with her steps tangled.
So I decided to take a good look at it now.
Now that this dance is over, Beatrice’s cute appearance will also end.
The heroine, Beatrice de Dahlia, is in fact an irredeemable villain, and now Karl must protect the other heroines and the world from her.
I can’t even guarantee that next time we meet, you’ll be just as cute.
So I decided to remember it. Anyway, she was a strange heroine who was unpredictable, unpredictable, and turned everything upside down… but I decided to remember it.
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