CH 7

“By the way, how did you and Felix get to know each other?”

As we walked in silence, Dietrich asked.

“I'm not sure how, but I was on my way home from the... lavatory and, well, I'm embarrassed to say, I got lost...”

“Lost...”

“Yes. Then I was approached by Mr. Felix at the place I mentioned earlier. I was so embarrassed. I didn't even know where I was.”

“I see... Alright.”

There was no reason to lie, so I let it go as it happened and Dietrich nodded.

“I remember seeing you in the ladies' room a while ago because you were wearing a simple dress, unlike the others.”

“Oh...”

Sylvia stopped dead in her tracks when she heard Dietrich's words.

Did he see her near the lavatory?

That's why. Dietrich was right there.

Realizing this, Sylvia wanted to die from shame.

(Wow. What a waste of time! There could have been an event!)

It couldn't be helped, but I didn't know how to react once I knew this.

But no matter how straightforward the game was, it was still impossible to play a game in reality. There was no way I could make events happen.

As Sylvia thought to herself, disappointed, that reality was not so easy, Dietrich, who had stopped in time with Sylvia, said, “Oh,” as if remembering.

“By the way, you've dropped your handkerchief, Lady Sylvia. It's yours, isn't it?”

“Yes...”

I stared at the handkerchief. The handkerchief on Dietrich's hand was certainly familiar. It was Sylvia's.

“Er, let me see. I'm pretty sure it's mine...”

Just to be sure, I looked into the pocket of my dress. As expected, my pockets were empty.

(Eh? Wait a minute.)

Sylvia was surprised by this development, but Dietrich smiled.

“Actually, I was going to call out to you when I saw you.

But you seemed to be in a strange hurry and went in the exact opposite direction to the venue.

I wasn't really in the mood to talk to you and had to see you off... But I'm glad I was able to give it back.”

(I'm an idiot!)

Looking up at the smiling Dietrich, Sylvia felt like crying her heart out.

It had happened. The event had happened exactly as it should have.

It was me who ruined it, of course.

In other words. As per the event, Dietrich had picked up the handkerchief that Sylvia had unknowingly dropped and tried to talk to her.

However, Sylvia, who misunderstood that she had passed Dietrich, was impatient to return to the evening party and went in the opposite direction, so she could not be called out.

(Ahhhhhh! This sucks!)

I wish I hadn't taken a wrong turn. Feeling like banging her head against a wall, Sylvia took the handkerchief from Dietrich.

Her hands were trembling with frustration.

(Haha... Haha, ha.)

I was ready to trigger the event, but I can't believe I've ruined the important flag myself.

I didn't know if there were any others, but I would like to share this with all the girls who had been reincarnated in otome games and were trying to break the flag to avoid going to an unwanted future.

Here's a heroine who broke a flag that she didn't want to break...

And it's not just that someone... interfered with her, for example, a villainess.

There was no character in this game who would suffer the pitiful experience of being a villainess, and it was completely my fault.

“What's the matter? You don't look very well.”

“No, no. It's nothing. I hadn't noticed, so you've been very helpful. Thank you very much.”

Dietrich looked at Sylvia, who was slumped over her shoulder.

I stared at his face.

He was not exactly what you'd expect from a character like Arthur, but he was a character you'd want to play, and he had a nice face.

You could see the sincerity of his character in his facial expression, which made me like him very much.

I wanted to enjoy the erotic events, of course, but I also had no complaints about the companionship.

I didn't mind his voice either.

(What a shame.)

She put her handkerchief back in her pocket, sighed one last time and then decided to let it go. She smiled and bowed her head to Dietrich.

“Thank you very much. Mr. Dietrich. Um, if we have come this far, the venue is close and I know where it is. I'll leave you to your own business.”

“Huh? But...”

“I have heard that knights have a lot of work to do, and Mr. Dietrich is in charge of the Dauphin. You must be very busy. I'm all right now.”

“So... Okay?”

In fact, I could see the venue, albeit from a distance, so there was no need at all to ask for further guidance.

Dietrich must have realized that, said, “I understand,” and nodded.

“Then let us go a little nearer, and then turn back. If I turn back too soon, you never know what Felix will say to me.”

“Oh, Mr. Dietrich.”

“I'm not kidding.”