After I safely finished dancing to a long song, I exited the circle of dancing people with Ricardo.
(It's a miracle; I didn't step on Ricardo's foot…!)
I would like to compliment myself who had finished dancing one song without any failure.
(Somehow, Ricardo seems tired… but maybe he's embarrassed. Or perhaps he exerted his nerves to avoid his foot being stepped on?)
The current me, I felt that my current figure wasn't the kind that people would be embarrassed to dance with… or so I thought.
Even when walking together, my companion wouldn't be ashamed of me. Except for my lack of dancing talent.
[Would you like to take a break?]
[Aa, yes. There are chairs over there.]
I was about to head to the corner of the venue with Ricardo… but I was called from behind.
[Miss Britney, if you do not mind, will you accompany me for one song?]
When I looked back, I saw the person who called me and reflexively stiffened my face.
(He appeared! Lucas!)
The person who appeared was the dreaded prince of the northern country. The one who contributed to the execution of Britney in the original story, Lucas Leah Phosphiro.
It was a great invitation, but I wished to refuse it vehemently.
(I'm reluctant and scared that, if by chance, I was to step on his foot… the chance of my execution will increase!)
While I was conflicted, Ricardo stood in front of me.
[I'm sorry, but Britney is having troubles with her footwear. I was going to take her to rest there.]
[…Is that so, how disappointing.]
I didn't have foot sores, but it seemed that Ricardo made it up to cover for me.
Now that I remembered it, earlier when I met Lucas for the first time, he also took me away quickly.
(Perhaps, he noticed that I'm not good with him? So he takes it upon himself to help me?)
If that's the case, then Ricardo was an incredibly nice boy…!
[Since you have shoe sores, then it would be unreasonable to ask you to dance. There will be a chance to meet you again someday, and at that time I'll ask you again.]
I repeatedly chanted in my mind that "I don't want to be with you!" while answering "Ee, certainly…" with a laudable face.
With the prince as the other party, it's impossible for me to say my true feelings.
We parted with Lucas with a smile and rested on the chairs.
Being a gentleman, Ricardo was a perfect escort though he was a bit stiff.
[Thank you, Ricardo.]
[No, I also want to rest.]
Ricardo whose ears had turned red changed the topic to hide his embarrassment.
[By the way Britney, are you going to stay at the capital city for a while?]
[Un, His Highness the crown prince, wants me to participate in the castle's exhibition… since ojii-sama's acquaintance lives near the castle, I will stay with him.]
[Is that so, I'm going to participate in that event too. It's been a long time since Britney participates in a party.]
[Un, there were various things last year… but, for the sake of my marriage, I will go to a lot of parties this year!]
[…Marriage? You, aren't you still 14 years old?]
Ricardo replied with a shocked face.
[Un, that's right. But Ryuze-oniisama told me "be sure to find a fiancé candidate by the age of 15 years old", so…]
[A, any expectations for your companion?]
[None since it was impossible for me to be seen in such light so far because of my body shape. I'll try my best.]
[Is, is that so… but isn't it too early?]
[I also think so, but Ryuze-oniisama said that "if you fail, I'll send you to the capital city". But I want to live in the countryside if possible.]
That said, Ricardo opened his mouth a little.
[Perhaps… is it my fault? Since I broke my engagement with you in the past…]
[It's not Ricardo's fault! If I am a man, I don't want to engage myself with my past self either…! I was 12 years old that time, but the engagement with me must be awful.]
I myself thought of it as a punishment game.
I felt sorry for Ricardo because of the fraud that Ryuze prepared in my personal profile.
TN: Just propose yourself already Ricardo. Or else Britney would be snatched away by other people you know.
Chapter end
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