My Fiancé Fell in Love with My Older Sister. After Locking Myself in My Room for Five Days, 500 Years Had Passed. - Chapter 6
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(This is another world. There is magic… And I have memories of my past life… That means!! Maybe I can use some cheat-like abilities!!)
But the only thing I can do is erase my presence… That’s all!!
This ability would be very useful for an assassin or a ninja who needs to move in secret!
Unfortunately—or should I even say that?—the country of Tsobellar is completely peaceful right now.
That means my presence concealment ability, Disappear, has no use at all.
Right now, the most popular abilities in Tsobellar:
[The power to freely control water]—Very useful during parades and festivals.
[The power to make flowers bloom]—Also useful for parades and celebrations.
But an ability like mine, which specializes in stealth, is… completely out of demand these days.
Just like my plain appearance, my special magic is not impressive at all. So why… was I chosen as the Crown Prince’s fiancée?
There is a reason for that.
I stopped thinking about it and changed my focus.
More than that, I need to do something about my current situation first.
I need to shake off—no, I mean, I need to get away from Arnold.
My presence-erasing ability is undone when there is contact from a third party.
In other words, if Arnold and I are seen together, someone else might notice us.
Like I said earlier, I don’t want any ridiculous rumors to start.
For example—
“Lady Agnes of the Frenzel Ducal House was the Crown Prince’s ‘destiny.’ And that means Lady Felicia’s ‘destiny’ was Lord Arnold!!”
If people turn it into a romantic story, that’s still fine.
The worst case would be—
“Can you believe it? Lady Felicia couldn’t accept Agnes and the Crown Prince’s ‘destiny.’ So she got desperate and became one of Arnold’s lovers instead.”
…If a bad rumor like that spreads, I’ll be in trouble.
And sadly, it’s very likely.
I’m not that beautiful, and my unique skill is not impressive.
A lot of people already feel unhappy that I am the Crown Prince’s fiancée.
This is the perfect chance for them to spread all kinds of lies.
I glance around quietly.
Luckily, there is no one passing by.
…For now.
I need to think about what to do next and organize my memories.
(It doesn’t seem like my memories are mixed up… but still.)
What’s bothering me the most is that man from earlier.
As I was thinking about my doubts again, Arnold called my name.
“Felicia?”
“Ah… Oh. My apologies. There’s just a lot to think about… Well then, I’ll be going now. Good day, Lord Arnold.”
I put on a polite smile and performed a graceful curtsy.
Even though I was treating him coldly, Arnold looked at me gently.
Then, he said something short.
“Should I take you for myself?”
“…………”
For a moment, I had no idea what he was saying.
I froze with a smile still on my face.
Arnold narrowed his eyes and smiled at me.
It was a seductive gaze, the kind that had charmed many women before.
I could tell that he was used to doing this.
“…Excuse me?”
I tilted my head with a smile.
My soft pink hair swayed slightly.
“If things continue like this, Felix will break off your engagement.
Because he has met his ‘destiny.’”
“…That’s true.”
I nodded cautiously.
Then, Arnold continued.
“I will take you. Even if your fiancé has found his ‘destiny,’ the fact that you will be abandoned will not change. At this rate, your honor as a noble lady will be ruined.”
“What exactly are you trying to say?”
“If I make you my wife, you can keep your dignity.”
His voice was always steady, calm, and easy to listen to.
Because of that, it sounded convincing—almost too convincing.
(If he held a scam seminar, he’d probably make a fortune…)
While keeping a straight face, I thought something extremely rude.
Then, I asked him a question.
“And you want me to drown in bad rumors along with you?”
I wonder if he realizes it.
His proposal is not a helping hand.
It is like inviting me onto a sinking ship.