Observation Record of a Self-proclaimed Villainess' Fiance

Chapter 1 : Bertia ( 8 years old)

I, Cecil Grau Alfaster, the first and crown prince of the Kingdom of Alfaster, met my fiancée for the first time when I was ten.

Lady Bertia Ibil Noches, a Marquis' daughter.

She had crimson hair and amber eyes. She was fair-skinned and slightly plump... actually, let me honest here. With notable characteristics like her fluffed-up dress and her snowman-like fat round body, she was a pig – I mean girl – from the prime minister's house.

She was two years younger than me. After we met each other for the first time with my father, the king, and her father, the prime minister, in attendance, we headed out to the garden. She then immediately said the following.

"Prince Cecil! I am a noble girl villainess! My role, after I start school at Halm Academy, is to break apart your relationship with a heroine you meet, then in the end have my engagement annulled and be put in my place!"

She shoves her finger in my face decisively and glares at me sharply.

Hm. I don't get it.

Her personal maids that had come along with her are paling... actually, let me amend that. Their expressions are more along the lines of "Oh dear. She did it after all," like they expected this to happen.

"However, it would injure my pride as a Marquis' daughter to be in an unsightly state, even if it's to help you two grow closer! And so, I have decided. I will become a first class flower of evil! And so, your Highness, please become a gentleman so lovely that I won't mind being put in my place by you!"

What should I do? I honestly don't understand what she's saying at all. Could this be because I'm still an immature child?

... Doesn't seem like it. My attendants' jaws have dropped open as they blink rapidly, after all.

Ah, but for now...

"Lady Bertia, standing around chatting is rather gauche. Shall we go sit and have tea while we talk?"

I smile sweetly and hold a hand out to her, deciding to invite her to a table where tea has already been prepared for us.

Though I'm still a child, I am someone who will eventually be responsible for an entire kingdom.

Let's begin by calmly cleaning up this mess.

Father always says that when you're in trouble, it's important to take a breath and calm down before dealing with the problem after all.

"... Y- yes, you're right."

Lady Bertia, looking rather bewildered at my words judging from her rapid blinking, obediently lets herself be escorted to the tea table. Perhaps she lost steam because of my calm attitude.

"Prince Cecil, aren't you a little too composed considering your age? Have you perhaps reincarnated?"

After taking a sip from a nice-smelling cup of black tea, Lady Bertia looks at me searchingly. She has a dollop of cream on her cheek from a cake – from a popular bakery – that had been brought out along with the tea.

... Could my fiancée have forgotten that I'm royalty?

It's not like we're old friends or anything – I think she's acting a little too casual.

Well, this is good too since it's more interesting than her being all weirdly nervous and tensing up.

"I don't know what you mean by 'reincarnated', but if you think that I'm composed for my age, that's probably because I'm royalty, no? Royalty is taught to conduct themselves like that from a young age. It's natural," I respond, my smile not fading.