Chapter Seventeen: The Otome Game Heroine and the City of Luardi (Part IV)

“Ahh, Euphemia-jyou! You seem to be in a good mood!” 

“Definitely. To tell you the truth, I’ve obtained some great information about a café that sells delicious fruit tarts!” Upon reuniting with Reginald-sama, the first thing I did was relay the information I’d learned from the heroine.

As soon as I’d told him, he exclaimed: “Well then, shall we go?”

I completely understood his amazement. After all, I was amazed too…about how this version of Euphemia’s favorite pastime was eating.

“By the way,” Reginald-sama asked, “Just where did you get this information?”

“Obviously, from the hero—I mean, from Ginger. From a person by the name of Ginger George.”

“Ginger George…oh! You must mean one of the finalists for ‘Maiden of the Fairy Festival,’ right?”

“Yes, that Ginger,” I said with a laugh.

“Well, this is part of the land government by Viscount George’s family.” Reginald-sama supplied. As expected of him. He noticed everything. Then again, I suppose anyone could obtain this much information after the right amount of research. “To be honest, her place as the ‘Maiden’ has all but been decided. That’s why I wanted for you to take her under your wing, Euphemia-jyou.”

“Um…”

Whoops! That was right! I was supposed to go look after her. To be perfectly honest, I had been too keen on the delicious fruit tarts, and I hadn’t been thinking clearly. What should I do?! I told her my name is Mia. It is only a matter of time before the fact that I am Euphemia Aiden comes to light.

“Could it be that you forgot?” 

I chuckled in a vain attempt to hide the truth upon his reminder, but I couldn’t deceive him. It hurt to see him disappointed in me—it hurt a lot. What has happened to this Euphemia’s head? It seemed to only be capable of considering matters that concern itself…that and desserts. How convenient. I envy everyone else…I can’t believe that I am the owner of this mind now.

“You know, Euphemia-jyou: You’re a little high maintenance, always hungry, and a wonderful young lady.”

Wait, is that my only saving grace? I want to ask but force myself to remain silent. To say “high maintenance, greedy, and attractive” doesn’t make sense…oh, I see! This must be how Reginald-sama sees all attractive women. It must be!

“But, since you’ll be Crown Princess someday, you’re going to have to learn about topics that don’t interest you as well. I don’t want to have to find someone else who is high maintenance like you. I’m already full of troubles.” Reginald-sama said with a heavy sigh.

That’s right. Reginald is the Crown Prince. The woman who will become his wife must be a respectable young lady from a respectable family. In this sense, I’m not regular; I’m eccentric, to say the least.

“Okay…Are you complimenting me or…?

“Of course, I’m complimenting you,” he says. “I love you, Mia.” 

“I don’t think those are the words one would use for their beloved fiancée. They seem more appropriate for a sister…or a pet!”

“That’s why you need to know at least the minimum etiquette as is required by a Princess. Once the Fairy Festival has finished, you will begin your training. Best of luck with everything in advance.”

“I see…” 

Training to be a princess…

This country’s version of Hell…

Okay, it’s not really like that, but it’s similar. Studying all the time; study, study, study! To be honest, there’s not even enough time to sleep. You can’t even find suitable, delicious food! 

These eating habits scare me…

“It’s alright. We’ll have snacks in between lessons for your benefit.” He said as if reading my mind, “Let’s eat unusual candies from foreign countries together.”

“Really?” I asked in delight.

“Oh, of course! I did my best to find and order sweets that you would like the most. So, in return, try your best with your etiquette lessons!”

“Understood!” 

Reginald-sama, you’re a smart man! You knew that I could be persuaded with sweets. Then again, if it were that easy, wouldn’t everyone be using that tactic? Mother, father, Cynthia…I mean, I imagine I’d be relatively easy to tempt.

“Alright then, let’s eat fruit tarts. Then it’s off to the shrine to talk with a fairy—just like before.”

“Okay!”

I feel that Reginald is said to me doesn’t entirely make sense, but I let it go.

I think the heroine seems like a kind person. As long as she doesn’t do anything strange or suspicious, I probably won’t end up deported. I thought optimistically, but I should have realized…

Computer glitches don’t have good outcomes.

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