Thatâs what I said a few minutes later. If you asked me, it was impossible in so many ways. If I were still Anastasia, I would have gladly accepted this proposal, but I am me right now, not Anastasia anymore.
âFirst of all, it takes a lot of time to make a relationship work once it has been broken. It is not an answer that can be fixed in such a short period of time like today or tomorrow. So, Iâm going to put this matter on hold for now.â
In the first place, I couldnât be carefree in terms of love when my life was in danger. Thatâs what I truly felt. I didnât want to fall in love unless I finally knew who the heroine was and who was behind these attacks. No, even if I did, I was going to make some kind of excuse to evade it when William-sama would say it.
âIâm not going to try to repair the relationship when my life is on the line. It is also possible that husband is aiming for my life.â
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ââŚI see.â
âYes, itâs important to be suspicious, even if itâs a family member.â
Well, Iâm ninety-nine percent sure itâs not you! But itâs important to look at matters from different perspectives. The only thing I knew now was that it was Anastasia (me) who was being targeted and that the heroineâs gifts were somehow working conveniently. Since the heroine was imprisoned, and there was no news that she has escaped, I think someone else was on the move.
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ââŚSpeaking of which, Iâve been wondering for a while now, how did husband really feel about Candy-sama?
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ââŚWhat?â
âWell, I mean âlikeâ or âdislike.â It must have been nice for you to be wooed by such a pretty girl.â
I think it was a nasty question. I was sure that my brother and William-sama didnât like Candy-sama either. My brother said that Candy-samaâs face gave him the chills like she was the devil. The fact that my brother, who wasnât the target, felt like this, I was sure that William-sama, who was the actual target, must have felt a strong dislike towards her.
âIf you ask me whether I like her or not, I hated her. If I had to choose between liking and disliking her, Iâd say that sheâs not my type. She may look innocent, but sheâs evil inside. I was informed that she was kicking down a lot of people behind the scenes⌠In the first place, Iâm not interested in pretty girls.â
âWell, Iâm surprised you donât prefer pretty girls.â
âIf anything, I like beautiful women. To begin with, the first one I fell in love with was Anastasia when she was young, so that much is to be expected.â
âŚOh, thatâs right. It was too inconvenient for me, so I just casually erased it from my mind.
But what about the otome game? Did luck play a role here too? If I were lucky, William-sama liked pretty girls, and if I were unlucky, William-sama liked beautiful girls⌠Impossible. It was too much of a burden for the creators in that case. If I were to make a project, it would be rejected immediately.
âThe depths of that womanâs eyes were filled with feelings of calculation and desire. Thatâs why she was not chosen as a saint. Well, itâs only natural if the other saints hated her so much.â
Yes, thatâs true too. It seemed that she behaved arrogantly to the other saints as well. There was a sense of seniority in the profession of the saints. Newcomers were supposed to do chores quietly. It was like an athletic club in my previous life.
ââŚOh, Iâd better get back. I canât take too much time from someone whoâs too sick. Iâm⌠afraid of your brother.â
It was at this time that William-sama looked at his watch and said this. This was the end of the conversation with William-sama. The last thing I saw was a hint of real feelings, but I was conveniently pretending not to listen.
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âSo long, Anastasia⌠Iâll be talking to you more often from now on. See you tomorrow.â
ââŚOkay.â
I donât really want to see you though. In fact, it would be better if we only met once a month. This was why I stared at Williamâs back as I thought about it. I pretended that it was just my imagination that his back looked somewhat lonely.
(But, I was too busy with myself right now. I have to succeed in managing the territory first and find out what the heroine was up to.)
I gathered my thoughts in my mind and wrapped myself in a blanket on my bed. For now, letâs get some sleep.