The Necromance of Love and Death: Defeated Early in the Game, I Reincarnated as a Tragic Villainous Noble and Rebel Against the Scenario with My Beloved Using My Modern and Game Knowledge - Chapter 48

I am Violet Univille. The eldest daughter of the Univille family and Clovis Balbastor’s fiancée.

“Fiancée… huh…”

In my bedroom, I lay on the bed, smiling bitterly as though inflicting harm on myself.

The fact that I, a dead person, am a fiancée is laughable.

When I spoke to my mother in the royal capital, I cursed my fate.

According to my mother, once someone dies, they can never return to life.

I wanted to believe it was a lie. But there was no reason for my mother to lie to me.

And besides, even the kind-hearted Lord and Lady Barbasthol couldn’t be revived. I couldn’t innocently believe I would be the only one who could come back to life.

Clovis probably believes that one day I’ll be able to return to life.

From what my mother told me, Clovis hasn’t given up on bringing me back to life.

I don’t know how strong his resolve is, but as long as Clovis believes it, I decided that I would try to believe in it as well.

I wanted to believe.

Because…

“Fiancée failure…”

I do like Clovis, and I think he probably likes me too.

But in noble marriages, that alone isn’t enough.

I gently stroked my stomach over my clothes.

As a noble, it’s only natural to prioritize the family over the individual. I am expected to bear children to inherit the Barbastor Frontier House.

But as a dead person, I can’t bear Clovis’s children. A woman like me calling herself a fiancée is laughable.

My mother told me that when the time comes, I should withdraw from my engagement to Clovis.

I don’t want that. I absolutely don’t want that.

But is that just my selfishness?

If I think about Clovis, maybe I should withdraw from the engagement…

What does Clovis think about this?

Does Clovis still want to be engaged to me?

Or does he secretly want me to withdraw from the engagement?

Sigh…

I can’t figure this out. My thoughts are becoming tangled.

I got out of bed and left the room.

“Lady Violette? What is it?”

As soon as I stepped out of the room, the maid Anne spoke up.

“I can’t sleep. I’m going to practice my sword for a bit.”

“Understood. I’ll prepare it right away.”

“Thank you.”

I picked up the sword I found in the ruins, White Fang, along with my usual Mithril Sword.

Then, I swung both swords once before assuming a stance.

White Fang was heavier than the Mithril Sword, but I could wield it without any problem.

Could it be because I’ve been fighting monsters in the ruins?

“Would you like to change into something more suitable? ”

Looking down, I noticed my cute nightgown.

Indeed, it’s a bit unusual to swing a sword while wearing a nightgown…

But…

“No, it’s fine. I won’t break a sweat.”

That’s right. As a dead person, I don’t sweat. There’s no issue with wearing this.

“Hah! Ha!”

I swung the sword, clearing my troubled thoughts as I focused purely on the practice.

Swords are great. You don’t have to think about anything unnecessary.

“Hya!”

White Fang in my right hand cut through the air, though it was slightly off-target.

Clovis made it sound so easy, but switching weapons is such a hassle. It’s certainly a good weapon, but it will take a bit longer to get used to its quirks.

“Ha! Hah!”

I kept swinging the sword, focusing only on the movements.

But my body didn’t get hot, nor did I feel any fatigue.

The reason I continued to swing the sword?

It was to protect Clovis.

No matter who it is, I won’t let anyone take anything from Clovis again!

“Lady Violet, perhaps it’s time for you to rest? If you stay up too late, it will affect tomorrow’s—”

“There’s no need.”

I cut Anne off sharply.

I am a dead person. As long as Clovis’s magic flows through me, I will move in perfect condition. It doesn’t affect me.

“You know, Anne. I’m already dead. As long as Clovis’s magic remains in me, I can’t sleep.”

“…I’m sorry…”

I wish I could switch it off, like a switch, sometimes. Anne lowered her face sadly in front of me.

“It’s not your fault, Anne. Don’t look so sad.”

“But…”

Anne has been with me since I was a little girl. We’ve been together for so long. I’ve even shared secrets with her that I didn’t tell my mother.

Anne had also lost a child of her own, she told me. A child about my age. That’s probably why she treated me so kindly, but maybe my death is causing her suffering.

I’m not the only one who’s causing suffering. My mother has cried, and my father looked sad too.

And Clovis… also…

If my existence is making everyone suffer, then I…