TAMWSFB 62

Chapter 62 

 The Illusory Fairy Princess

To begin with, someone like me—a former commoner in my previous life—could never become real friends with a pureborn noble lady.

I am the Crown Prince Elvin’s fiancée, so I’ve studied the basics, but until now I never knew when my magic-excess attacks might happen. Going to the royal palace for formal princess-education was out of the question.

As far as I’m concerned, if Elvin finds someone he truly loves, I’m ready to break off the engagement at any time.

Apparently, now that my magic-excess has been cured, my studies at the palace will soon begin.

That might actually be nice—if it means I’ll get more chances to see my older brother, who works there.

“Because Lady Leticia hardly ever attended social events, people called you the Illusory Fairy Princess, you know.”

Who is this “Illusory Fairy Princess”…?

It’s true that I was weak and never participated in any social gatherings. For the Crown Prince’s fiancée to never appear socially is normally impossible.

Even putting aside the fact that I’m a member of House Rosenberg, there must have been some political reason behind it.

Like, maybe someone who doesn’t want the Crown Prince to gain too much influence.

“Yes, I’ve been too frail to attend, but now that my magic-excess is fully cured, I hope to join social events little by little.”

“That your magic-excess has been cured is truly marvelous. Until now, it was an incurable condition.”

Doris lifts her feathered fan to her lips and praises me with exaggerated grace.

Her fan is made of layered white feathers—a perfect noble-lady accessory.

It’s roughly the size of a normal folding fan, so it must be the small school version, not the ballroom kind.

Still… carrying that all the time seems like a pain. How do they do it?

I glance at the others—both of them are carrying their fans too.

Maybe it’s a must-have item for noble ladies.
(Though personally I’d hate carrying it around; it would just get in the way.)

“Since you must be inexperienced with social life, please allow us to help you.”

Doris smiles at me perfectly—like she wants to broadcast how gracious and kind she is.

But her eyes… aren’t smiling at all.

Ahh, how very noble-like.

Honestly, I’d prefer someone a bit more on the “commoner-ish” side to feel comfortable around.

And it’s painfully obvious she’s trying to use me to get close to my brother. That alone is enough to make me back away.

Sure, my brother is handsome and perfect, so I understand the desire, but trying to use me as a foothold to approach him? That’s the worst plan possible.

Even if I held a tea party at my house, could she even pass through our door with the talisman “EVIL OUTSIDE” stuck on it?

Not that she’s an enemy of our house—but she’d definitely be an enemy to me.

Anyone who looks only at my brother’s face and status—not at who he truly is—is nothing but my enemy.

So she wouldn’t be able to enter.

But that doesn’t mean my brother must remain single forever.

If he finds someone he truly loves, then… I’ll joyfully—no, I won’t, I’ll cry—
but I’ll accept it.

I’ll cry a lot.
Probably shed blood-red tears inside my heart.

Because he’s my number-one favorite person in the whole world. I want him to be the happiest person alive.

“For now, I think the most important thing is to get used to the school.”

I knew exactly what Doris expected me to say, but I ignored it smoothly.

Well, I mean—if I’m choosing friends, I want someone simpler and cuter.

This kind of constant social maneuvering is just… too much.

Superficial relationships may be necessary, but both Father and Brother told me that as a student, I’m free to choose my friends as I like.

So instead of someone who’s obviously after my brother, I want a friend I truly get along with.
I hope someone like that is here…

I casually scan the classroom.

Everyone looks curious about our exchange, but when our eyes meet they quickly avert their gaze, like staring would be rude.

Hmm. Hard to tell.

Well, I’m sure I’ll make a good friend eventually.

Just as I thought that and moved to take my seat—someone bumped into my shoulder.

Since I’m smaller than most of my classmates, even a light bump nearly knocks me over.

“S-sorry!”

And the sensation was… soft?

That wasn’t a shoulder—my shoulder hit someone’s chest.

Wh-who on earth has such enviable assets?!

I looked up, intending to complain that they should watch where they’re going—and saw a pair of slightly droopy blue eyes looking down at me in a panic.

Huh?

I’ve seen those droopy eyes before…

Who was it again…?