I Want to Become the Hero's Bride

3-7.

Best of all, I lurk slightly in the shadows, and when I ask them about how I can't get through the feeling of being pinched by a fox, I turn my gaze to this one and the boy leaks pompously.

"Hey, you, why don't you come into this party?

Two other people turned to the word.

"Oh, sure."

"I think it would be better if we were always close."

Watch the blonde girl snort cocklessly at the words that follow, and look at the fuzzy brave one.

A handsome man with nostalgic dark hair carrying a sword that seemed physically impossible. A man in the position of “brave man” who in the previous world existed only in games and novels, but in this world as a matter of course. Beginning with just a trivial meeher mind. Yet why did you want to see the crowd until you pulled it apart? Now I know exactly why.

I was convinced at first sight then.

Brave Chris Ray Gracis.

Yes, you are my destiny.

--It's okay.

I smiled softly in his eyes, sitting quietly.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but my place is in this position."

Now, not yet ---.

—— So don't worry. Master Brave, I can still wait.

Because those eyes were talking.

Long-term battles, originally more prepared.

. . . . .

I wanted to be the daughter-in-law of the brave.