I Don't Want to Break off my Engagement... Translation

56. Extra Edition/ Braiding

“Will, will you lend me your hair?”

Hearing my words, Will stiffened and became wary.

“What are you…?”

I meant what I said.

Today was a tea party with Will.

However, the weather was unfortunately raining, so Will and I had to enjoy the tea in the drawing room.

When the topic was about to change, I suddenly asked that.

I wanted him to lend me his hair for a little bit. But Will’s reaction was, of course, weirded out while still holding the teacup. I stared at his silky, thin, golden thread of hair that was almost transparent. His hair looked good…

“What, I said I want you to lend me your hair.”

“What do Tia want to do with my hair?”

I shook my head to answer the confused Will. I didn’t mean it in the way he was thinking of! It wasn’t like I would use it for anything weird! But… I put down my teacup and stood up.

Will’s embarrassed eyes chased after me, and I couldn’t say anything. Speaking of which, it was the first time that I saw Will act like that…

“I want to touch Will’s hair.”

Will put his hand on the armrest of the sofa and nodded at my request.

“Ah, is that so. I thought you’re going to either pluck or cut off my hair…”

“That’s not what I was implying at all.”

“I wonder about that… Tia has a penchant of doing unimaginable things.”

…What does he mean by that?

I wonder if Will thinks I am more aggressive than I really am?

Certainly, I am a little too strong for a noble lady.

I don’t think someone who experienced one or two life threatening encounters like me is a good model for a noble lady…

But when those things happened, if I hadn’t faced them, I wouldn’t have survived…

…when I thought about it, I was suddenly pulled—

—my balance was gone as I sank into the sofa. Will’s light blue* eyes stared into mine.

“…So? You want to touch it, right? My hair?”

“…Is it okay?”

“Of course, it’s Tia, after all.”

I couldn’t stand this sweet and sour atmosphere. I diverted my gaze when I felt my face turn hot. I could feel Will’s gaze.

“W, well then, now that you’ve given me your permission…”

Inadvertently stuttering, I stood on the sofa quietly. …Wouldn’t my teachers be angry if I was saw behaving like this… Their gazes were already severe when they heard I was taking up swordsmanship. Still, I didn’t regret learning sword fighting.

As I thought so, I gently ran my fingers through Will’s hair. The gold thread that was his hair slipped between them.

How enviable…

As it was, I grabbed Will’s hair, and using my fingertips, started braiding it. By the way, that was the reason I wanted to touch Will’s hair. I wanted to try braiding Will’s hair.

I wondered if Will felt uncomfortable, hence he asked the next question.

“…Tia, what are you doing?”

“Triple-braiding…? …No, I’m simply braiding you.”

“But braiding is for women…! I mean, sure, my hair is long—it hurts! It hurts, hurts, Tia, be careful!”

Will screamed when I tightened the braid. However, his voice was weak. Will’s hair was so smooth—it felt as if it would break easily.

“I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

“It hurts… Tia sure is clumsy…”

When I looked at his face, he was unusually teary—it must be very painful…

I couldn’t bear to continue anymore, so I let go. At that moment, his hair, which had light and smooth pigment quickly reverted back to its original style.

But his hair was really smooth… I wondered what kind of treatment he was using… I would ask him later.

“…So why did Tia suddenly think about braiding?”

“When I had a tea party with other noble ladies, it became a topic. Girls who can braid themselves have a high feminine level.”

“…And that’s how Tia ended up wanting to braid. But why me?”

“I couldn’t do it with my own hair. I couldn’t do it well even before the mirror, and my arms cramped…”

“…Tia is really clumsy…”

Please don’t pity me. I didn’t think it would work… I didn’t even think it was possible in the first place. Even when I was standing before the mirror, it was a mirror, as such, I couldn’t grasp the sense of distance.

Perhaps because I was moving my arms in an unreasonable way, I ended up spraining it and had to scream for my maid…

What was more, I couldn’t admit it to him, because it was too embarrassing… To think that I would end up spraining my arm because I was trying to braid my hair in an unreasonable way…

When I was remembering that time, my shoulders were suddenly grabbed and I was turned around.

Surprised by the sudden change in visibility, I heard Will saying happily—

“—then I’ll braid Tia’s hair instead.”

“Will can do that?”

“I wonder? But I guess I can do it by mimicking you. First, I should take some hair from here…”

As it was, Will began to take my hair and started braiding. I didn’t know how it looked because there was no mirror—but I felt no pain at all. Will’s cold fingertips often touched my hair, and also my ears.

“U, um, Will…”

“Hm? Does it hurt?”

“N, no, I’m fi-fine, but…”

I, I wondered, what was this!? What was this!?

Why was I feeling bashful?! I felt that my face was hot, so hot unlike what I had ever felt before! Every time Will’s fingertips touched me, a voice would inadvertently leak from me—a voice, as if I was tickled!

“…Alright, done. Tia has long hair, braiding it was worth it. …Tia?”

“Y, yes!?”

It seemed that the braiding had been completed without me realizing it. By the way, I felt that my hair, which was usually pulled down, was pulled behind a little—even though I couldn’t see it, I was sure my hair was braided.

However, I couldn’t turn my head around, and stayed as I was.

“…Tia?”

“…What is it, Will?”

My voice quivered a little. When I felt embarrassed, my heartbeat accelerated, and when Will stared at me, it only became faster.

Suddenly Will’s cold fingertips touched the back of my neck.

“Hya…!?”

“I’m sorry, Tia. I can see it.”

“H, huh!?”

I was surprised because of my feelings and Will’s words, and so I turned around.

There was Will, who seemed to be saying something. He looked both troubled and happy.

“Tia, you’re flushed to your neck. Ever since I started braiding you, I could see it. …Ah, I want to marry you soon.”

“…Too soon for that.”

I spoke out politely, but to be honest, I was very happy to hear that from him. I also wanted to get married faster. I thought so, but I knew it would be difficult to realize.

Will was a prince and I was the daughter of a duke. Even if we decided our marriage now, it would take a year before it could happen—I, I am not saying that I want to get marriage right now!

It felt as if I was the only one who was embarrassed, so I stared at Will.

Will seemed to still saying something with a wavering expression, and I decided to kiss him to reassure him—

“—!”

Gachin! Our teeth collided with each other.

Will always kissed me, therefore that was the first time I took the initiative.

I immediately knew that I was bad at kissing.

By the way, the braiding Will gave me was so good, I thought my maid was the one who did it…

I wondered if Will could do anything…?

I was losing my confidence as a woman…

*ウィルの薄い青色の瞳と目が合った。

U~iru no usui aoiro no hitomi to megaatta (Oh hell yeah, Will’s eyes color changed again! Just great!)


***T/N: Alternate title for this chapter “That Dumb Idiotic Moronic Bitch who is Suck Ass at Everything”

“What, I said I want you to lend me your hair.”

“What do Tia want to do with my hair?”

How long will this stupid banter last…

“I wonder about that… Tia has a penchant of doing unimaginable things.”

I can list 101 things which would prove that rather than ‘unimaginable’, she’s just ‘dumb’ but seeing that this is the last chapter I’m gonna translate, I don’t wanna flashback again to all those times. I just wanna purge myself of this.

…What does he mean by that?

I wonder if Will thinks I am more aggressive than I really am?

Certainly, I am a little too strong for a noble lady.

What, no, you’re certainly not.

I don’t think someone who experienced one or two life threatening encounters like me is a good model for a noble lady…

Ahahaha. What do you think the life in royal palace will be, Tia? On the contrary, being the queen is probably the position that courted the most life threatening encounters–whoops! I am not supposed to mention those things, seeing how deem you and your author are at making you ‘pure’ of all those knowledge about power play, and treachery in court–yknow, those things that are rampant in the life of royalty.

…Wouldn’t my teachers be angry if I was saw behaving like this…

*Flashback to all the disgusting, vile, heinous shit that happened the last few chapters.

Nah, they won’t. At least not about this instance. You’ve already behaved a lot worse.

“But braiding is for women…! I mean, sure, my hair is long—it hurts! It hurts, hurts, Tia, be careful!”

Ah, the prince is being sexist yet again, I see.

“When I had a tea party with other noble ladies, it became a topic. Girls who can braid themselves have a high feminine level.”

The department you lack most is BRAIN, Tia. Fix that first, you can’t do braiding without brain, you know.

Please don’t pity me. I didn’t think it would work… I didn’t even think it was possible in the first place. Even when I was standing before the mirror, it was a mirror, as such, I couldn’t grasp the sense of distance.

I can’t braid my hair. Never interested to do so. Therefore, ladies and gents in the comment section, please enlighten me, ‘couldn’t grasp the sense of distance between you and the mirror when braiding’–is this problem common? Or is this a problem only someone like Tia would have?

Perhaps because I was moving my arms in an unreasonable way, I ended up spraining it and had to scream for my maid…

…But, but, magic, and sword play… those kind of things required exactly the mastery over hand movement, right…? You’re telling me this bitch is the same girl who blocked that IKEA dragon’s claw back then through sheer reflex and casts countless spell, which required you to move your hand diagonally and all that??

……

Where’s Vioris? He’s her sword instructor, right? And he should be the most decent dude in the whole series. He should have a decent explanation for this–

To think that I would end up spraining my arm because I was trying to braid my hair in an unreasonable way…

–ok, no need for that. Just fire that guy. No kidding, he did a piss poor job if this is how she ends up after a braiding attempt.

Will’s cold fingertips often touched my hair, and also my ears.

Ok, why is his fingers cold? The only instance I’ve read a guy’s hand described as being cold is in a thriller literature and not in romance, and the guy is usually the psychopath… it fits I guess, no complain, there.

Why was I feeling bashful?! I felt that my face was hot, so hot unlike what I had ever felt before! Every time Will’s fingertips touched me, a voice would inadvertently leak from me—a voice, as if I was tickled!

This dumb girl brings the saying ‘dick for brain’ to an entire new level. I mean, that lack of brain need to be covered with something to make it all balanced…

“Tia, you’re flushed to your neck. Ever since I started braiding you, I could see it. …Ah, I want to marry you soon.”

“…Too soon for that.”

I spoke out politely, but to be honest, I was very happy to hear that from him. I also wanted to get married faster. I thought so, but I knew it would be difficult to realize.

Will was a prince and I was the daughter of a duke. Even if we decided our marriage now, it would take a year before it could happen—I, I am not saying that I want to get marriage right now!

OH SO NOW YOU’RE KEEN UPON MARRYING HIM! AND FOR WHAT REASON!? I GUESS WE WILL NEVER KNOW.

I wondered if Will could do anything…?

No, it’s just you who suck at everything.

IT ENDS, GUY. I WANT A PARADE–I DEMAND A PARADE!!!!!

Now perhaps some of you are wondering, why did I hold on this long to this dumpster fire?

Well, I reap what I sow, basically.

Long ago, to a reader whom I’ve already forgotten the name, I plain boasted how professional I am; that no matter how bad the series are, there would be those who like it; that when you post sth online, it’s no longer about you, so I will finish this story no matter what.

I remembered word per word of what I said back then. If a time machine is already invented, the amount of those words are the numbers of bullet I would discharge at my past self for being so goofy.

–I think the commenter’s name is Marie–

–MARIE (SO SORRY IF YOUR NAME ISN’T MARIE, PLEASE UNDERSTAND ME, I AM SOMEONE WHO’S CAPABLE TO MISREMEMBER ‘PAUL’ AS ‘JOHANNES’), IF YOU’RE READING THIS, YES, I AM SUFFERING. I AM SUFFERING BECAUSE OF THE PROMISE I CARELESSLY MADE BACK THEN. I NEVER THOUGHT TRANSLATING COULD BE THIS HARD EMOTIONALLY. YES, I JUST PUT MYSELF IN THE SHOES OF A TOO-DUMB-TO-LIVE GIRL FOR MONTHS!!!! BUT I DID FULFIL MY PROMISE, AYE? BACK AT THE TIME WHEN I MADE THAT PROMISE, THE STORY ENDED HERE, SO IT’S CONSIDERED FINISHING THE STORY, RIGHT?! OKTHXBAI I NEED TERAPHY.

AND YES, THE FUTURE CHAPTERS OF THIS STORY SHALL NEVER BE TRANSLATED BY ME AGAIN. LIFE IS TOO SHORT–NOT WASTING IT ON THIS.

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