“Are you sure you’re okay? What’s a mob character…” Lily asks
While Lily mutters, “What should I do?” I head back to my room, throw myself on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. A ceiling that is familiar to me in a strange way, I think, as I stare at it.
Alice Salbert. The only daughter of the Duke of Salbert and a spoiled brat.
Everyone thought that she would be the villainess due to her line, ‘Prince Zeke is mine! Ohohoho’, but the production staff said in an interview, “No, it’s weird for a duchess and a commoner to be rivals in any way. No matter how you look at it, a commoner can’t win, right? She is just a spoiled lady who is only a minor character.
I mean, come on developers. Don’t preach about common sense in a medieval European game world where curry, pasta, and miso soup are commonplace. You should have been more concerned about those things.
Hmmm… but to become Alice… Normally, isn’t the deal with this reincarnation stuff to become the villainess or the heroine? But Alice….
The thing is, what can I do about it.
It’s not ideal, but there’s not anything I can do about it by sulking. It’s a trait of mine to not worry about things I can’t change.
Well, I don’t have any answers.
Naturally, the temptation going forward in these cases would be, ‘I won’t be a villainess and will instead live a peaceful life’ or “I’ll just live my life as a villainous,”… but unfortunately, the problem with Alice is she’s a crappy character with only two lines. A MOB to beat all other MOBs. What can I do about it…
“Please wait, Prince Zeke. The young lady is unwell.”
And all of a sudden, the door opens with a “Bang!”
When I turned my gaze towards it in surprise, there stood a beautiful boy with blond hair and blue eyes. He looks like an angel.
“When Lily told me you’d fallen ill, I came to see you. You should be grateful.”
Zeke Smola, the First Prince of the Smola Kingdom, was standing there. I hurriedly jumped up from the bed I was lying on, picked the edge of my skirt a bit, and bowed my head.
”……..Thank you for taking the trouble to visit me, Your Highness.”
It’s like this, right? I don’t know anything about how to be nobility, so I don’t know if this is the right thing to do…
Huh? Did I do something weird? Slightly uneasy, I raised my head and saw Prince Zeke with his eyes wide open. Huh?
“…Your Highness? How can I help you?”
“… Oh, just I’m a little surprised. I didn’t know you knew how to act like a proper young lady.”
“…Is that so?”
Oh, that’s good to know. So…
“Well, we’ll see how long it lasts. How long do you think you can keep up this act? Hm?”
“…Your Highness? Um…”
“It’s the trust, isn’t it? You always cling to my arms whenever you see me, no matter where I am. I can’t help but listen to you cry and scream in my ear, “Prince Zeke, let’s go see the flowers.” Or “Let’s have a cup of tea, Prince Zeke. And you never bother to listen to me. You’re not a lady; you’re not a lady at all.”
How much of a punk was I? But, well, at the age I am now… looking at Lily and Prince Zeke’s childishness, I guess I would act like that.
“What? Are you trying to copy Lily?”
“It’s not like that…”
“If you’re copying Lily’s demeanor, I’ll give you credit. She’s a proper lady, you know.”
Prince Zeke is singing Lily’s praises. I see, Lily, you’ve always been humble. Or rather, the problem is that Alice, who is a daughter of a duke, is not humble.
“Well, whatever. You are my fiancée from this day forward. To be honest, I don’t like it, but it’s His Majesty’s decision. Don’t you dare embarrass me.”
‘What? Don’t you remember? Today is your seventh birthday. His Majesty and the Duke have agreed upon our betrothal for your birthday.”
I see. It’s my birthday. So, today I’m Prince Zeke’s fiancée…
“Hmph. I don’t like it. I’d rather be engaged to Lilly than you. She’s a proper lady. You wouldn’t know anything about that, now, would you? You spoiled brat.”
Hey. What are you saying to your fiancé, you little shit?
“What? Aren’t you going to complain?”
“Hmph. I have no interest in you. But Father’s orders are clear. You see, I have no choice but to marry you, even though I don’t care about you. I don’t love you. I don’t even like you. In fact, I neither love you nor hate you. I don’t have any feelings for you at all. Not even the slightest bit.”
“Well, you’re the future queen. Do me a favor, and don’t embarrass me, okay?”
Having said that, Prince Zeke turns away and with a huff. Yeah………
“…One moment, Your Highness.”
“…What now? I came to see you. I’ve done my duty, haven’t I? Seriously, you’re a pain in the ass.”
Oh, he’s rude. Yeah, here’s the thing. I know he’s just a seven-year-old with a seven-year-old’s mind making him act like that, right? That must be it. But…
“What. Don’t tell me you expect a gift from me? You really are a spoiled brat. So—”
“I don’t want anything from you, you little shit!”
Prince Zeke turns around, and my kick slams into his stomach. He doubles over as he flies backward. Oh. The body of a seven-year-old flies well.
How’s this for you! Do you get it?!