I Was Reincarnated as a Villainess, but My Fiancé is Taking Care of Me?!

"Yufemia-sama, I'm glad. I made a meaningful purchase."

"Yeah, really. And then I made a souvenir for the cook."

"... that's the right thing to call a new test... and that weird shape..."

Cynthia says so as if she were astonished by my words. Excuse me. That's a neat cookie shape. Well, I don't see much of it in this world. But it happened a lot in my previous life. Molded cookies in the form of animals.

"I hope Cynthia will be touched by it later. I'm sure they make delicious cookies!

"... you're not the one making it, are you?

Well...

But hold on! I think Euphemia helped the cook up. Because Euphemia's indifference set the cook's soul on fire.... yeah, I'm also reflecting. I don't want to be rude, but I think it is now.

Leave the grocery store and walk around long enough. But if it's good to have a souvenir for your father and your mother, where will we spend the rest of our time? I still have about an hour to rendezvous with the Reginalds...

"Hey, Cynthia..."

"You guys aren't ashamed of this!?"

It was when I tried to speak to Cynthia. And then I heard such a woman's angry voice. Looks like we're in trouble. That's how I look at my voice, and there's a girl I used to look "over the screen."... Still as it is. Yes, that figure...

"... heroin."

He has burning bright red hair tied together behind him. Dress is a rough dress and doesn't look noble at all. But Ginger, a heroin, doesn't like the noble luxury of life. That's why I always dressed like that...

"Master Euphemia?

Cynthia says that and peeks into my face. But now is not the time to worry about that. I told Cynthia about the sight. Behind the heroin was a small child, and it was easy to imagine that he had sheltered him.

(There was no such scene in the retrospective of the maiden game, so it must have been completely pointless.)

Heroin speaks courageously, surrounded by three evil young men. I'm screaming that I won't lose.... that was the heroine ginger of "The Fairy Maiden" itself. There's a strong sense of justice, but somewhere cowardly. Even though it's solid, it's definitely beginnings in terms of romance. Such heroin overlaps with her figure.... no, it's the same person...

If you look closely, Heroin's feet are trembling. I'm sure you're really scared.... that's right. I can't believe I'm not scared in such a crisis. Then there's only one thing I can do...

Cynthia, help her.

All I can do is give help. Nevertheless, EUFEMIA's athletic abilities are at the bottom. It is decided that even if I enter, it will cause trouble on the contrary. Then you should go to Cynthia. Cynthia is not just a maid.

"Yes, Mr. Euphemia."

Cynthia figured out how I felt, and instead of complaining, headed for Heroin - kicking one of Gara's bad boys.

"... hey! What the hell are you doing?

"No, my feet slipped."

"Hah!? My feet slip!

"... shh, if you'd just left me alone, I wouldn't have done anything anymore..."

I can hear that voice. That's why I invited heroin and a tingling child in the meantime. Thanks to Cynthia, those young people have not noticed us. Has Heroin noticed my manners, or will he bring the children to us?... Phew, thank goodness.

"Ah, um... thank you...!

"No, it's okay. If you want to thank me, tell my maid."

That being said, I turn my eyes towards Cynthia. Then, there was Cynthia holding down three bad young people with her feet.... yeah, I'm always scared. Cynthia also serves as my escort, so it's only natural that she should be strong. But that's off track. Whenever I look at it, I think.

"Dear Euphemia, We've finished cleaning."

"Oh, yeah, thank you.... but you're still alive, right?

"Of course I'm alive. I'm just passing out a little bit."

"I hope so. When Cynthia gets murdered, it hurts my heart."

"... how are you?"

I work hard for Cynthia, who has finished a job for me. And turning to heroin, the heroin was babbling with the child.... yeah, that's fine. It was heroin that saved her after all. I only helped the heroin.

"Ah, you know! Thank you so much! I'm glad I rushed into the rescue, but I don't know what to do...!

"Well, from now on, I suggest you be honest and ask for help. Even if a woman enters the rescue alone, she can only lick it."

Clairvoyantly, say so. I'm never going to get used to you. I just helped you with the stepsister. I'll give you every aura I can to keep the heroin out of my way. From the beginning, Euphemia is a winning beauty depending on the angle. I think this kind of atmosphere suits me, but...

"Um! May I ask your name...?

But it didn't work. This heroin looks pretty mental. Now, what should we do? Should I have a real name or a pseudonym? I thought so and sighed small.