The Heroine Ran Away! the Villainous Daughter Has to Break off Her Engagement and Tame Her Watchdog Mage – Chapter 9

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗: 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬

A school life without a heroine.

I have no need to play the role of a villainess, and His Highness has no intention of becoming serious either.

“You are truly a boring woman.”

Every time we meet, I receive sarcastic remarks, but I’ve become so used to it that it feels like a greeting.

Baroque, the Crown Prince, continues to commit misdeeds, not only mistreating girls but also resorting to violence against his male entourage without any hesitation.

And those complaints inevitably reach me, his fiancée.

It’s beyond annoying.

Although I can’t completely ignore it, I occasionally give him warnings, but his delusional response of “Do you want to catch my attention that badly, Viara?” leaves me at a loss.

No one could stop the prince, who became even more arrogant after entering the school.

Everyone around him is just his yes-men, and even the teachers can’t confront the one and only prince of this country.

All I can do is secretly order Cid to help when His Highness unjustly resorts to violence.

In this state, the idea of a fulfilling school life or youth seemed like an urban legend. It’s like saying, “Oh, does that really exist?”

Furthermore, His Highness is involved with various young ladies, and he has long exceeded the limit of being forgiven just because he’s handsome.

The ladies he flirts with probably see me as a “pitiful woman who isn’t loved by her fiance.” I can feel their mockery.

However, since these ladies change every month, I’ve decided not to bother with them. The prince easily gets bored.

Moreover, any young lady who treats me with a terrible attitude inevitably faces retaliation from my family. . .

Those who harassed me are no longer seen at the school.

Besides Cid, there are guards who keep an eye on me, and they report everything to Onii-sama without fail. Although I don’t mind, I wonder if they are concerned about the reputation of the Duke Marcus family.

“Hey Cid , do you know what my brother has been up to?”

I asked hesitantly, and he smiled with a distant look in his eyes.

“No, nothing. Everything is done by the young men under Ethan-sama’s orders.”

As expected, there’s no surprise there.

I should tell Onii-sama to take it easy.

Well, let’s put that aside for now.

Although I want to avoid any contact with the prince as much as possible because he’s such a disappointment, I have to accept his escort during official events.

Even if I’m given a dreadfully tacky dress (which is clearly meant to be spiteful), it’s not a problem since my brother refuses to accept it, saying, “It never arrived.”

The real problem is that His Highness tries to make a move when we are alone in the carriage.

Trying to touch a fiancee who clearly dislikes you. . . It’s just insane.

Since I don’t like being stared at, long-sleeved dresses and thick fabrics have become my signature.

And the dressmaker is delighted with it (the cost of the fabric increases, but it expands the design possibilities), so dresses of that style have been popular for about two years now.

“Miss, did you put on the ring properly today?”

“Yes, of course.”

On my left little finger, there is a defensive ring made by Cid. This ring with a purple stone was created to put His Highness to sleep.

With this ring, His Highness falls asleep within thirty seconds of getting on the carriage. Before he has a chance to lay a hand on me, before I hear the words “We have arrived,” and he’s off to dreamland.

It would be nice if Cid could ride with me, but His Highness insists that he doesn’t want a commoner like Cid to ride with us, whether it’s an escort or anything else. Since Cid understands that, he rides alongside on the horse’s back. His Highness’s guards surround us, and there is no particular conflict between Cid and them.

Come to think of it, when His Highness almost touched me for the first time, I desperately resisted and ended up falling off the carriage. Everyone sympathized with me, saying “It’s His Highness’s fault,” and they unanimously advised the king to let me off the hook.

It’s really heartwarming to have everyone on my side! (Probably because they have all been bribed by my family)

Today, as usual, I go through the motions of an escort, and I step into the carriage. 

Sitting down with my arms crossed in front of the prince, I lower myself onto the seat.

The hem of my red dress overlapped like rose petals, truly beautiful.

The scenery outside the window is dyed by the twilight. When I glance at the cavalry through the window, I catch a glimpse of Cid’s figure diagonally behind.

Incredibly cool.

I never would have thought that way before, but ever since I acknowledged my secret feelings, I find myself completely captivated by his presence.

However, my fiancé is unfortunately Roque, who is sleeping with drool dripping from his mouth. 

I gently stroked the ring on my little finger.

“I wish Cid were my fiancé.”

Things don’t always go well in this world.

While gazing absentmindedly out the window, I head towards the party venue.

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