An Otome Game’s Burikko Villainess Turned into a Magic Otaku

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Its been decided that Dborahs wedding will be held with dignity at the church with the most history in all the country. Because theres the fact that her partner is a commoner as well, its not going to be that large and flashy a ceremony. However, because the many guard colleagues of the groom are coming in full force, the numbers ended up larger than expected.

Dborah

When I went to the waiting room to meet the changing bride, she appeared dressed up. Right now, Dborah isnt wearing a hyper princess-style dress, but a mature dress that fell straight down from below the busy. It fit her very well.

Youre so pretty, Dborah.

Thanks, Camille.

She gave a joyful smile. Im looking forward more and more to meeting the groom.

After leaving the waiting room, I spotted Achille who was speaking with nobles and guards in the church. To even be looking for useful future contacts at a place like this, as expected of Achille.

Ah-, Camille returned.

Achille who I discovered smiled broadly at me. Uwah It kind of feels like Im somebody special to Achille, so Im feeling self-conscious. So Achille makes expressions like that too The guards that Achille were talking to were glancing my way. What? Does this dress not suit me, I wonder? Or is there something stuck to my face? While I was feeling bothered by it and looking back at them, Achille grabbed my hand.

Sit down, it seems that the ceremony is about to start.

Eh-, mmn Youre right.

I was led by the hand towards the seats in the church, and like that, sat down next to Achille and waited for the bride and groom to appear. Even when I was sitting down, the guards were still intermittently turning their gazes my way, but I wonder if I really have done something after all. Even though I went to the trouble of erasing my tattoos today because its a holy matrimony, and Im supposed to be inconspicuous

Camille, what is it that youve been looking at for a while now?

Somewhat unhappy, Achille drew in towards me. Even though theres no need for him to draw in so close in a public place like this! Its embarassing. Perhaps knowing something, Dsire was smirking at me while suppressing a laugh.

Geez, what is it?

It might not be my place to say, but I think itd be better if you had a bit more wariness.

Wariness?

Is there a need for wariness at a wedding ceremony?

The sound of the pipe organ resounded, and the groom arrived. The groom was an ash-blonde man who was more handsome than expected. Dborah, youve found a nice guy, havent you? Following him was Dborah, who walked slowly, lead by the hand by Soleil. Lined up on the altar, Dborah and the groom looked joyed.

What a nice ceremony -,

Camille, are you crying?

I mean, its moving, you know. Even Dsire is also crying hugely with her nose running. Achille took out a handkerchief and wiped my tears. As usual, he sure is good at looking after people.

Come on, Camille.

Uuu Dborahh, -sniff-

Being unable to stop crying even then, I was embraced by Achille. He was patting my head soothingly. Because I was reluctant to expose my messed up crying face, I stayed in Achilles arms and buried my face in his chest. Even after Dborah and her husband exited, I continued crying for a little longer.

The reception was being grandly held at another nearby residence of their viscount family. Dborahs mother, Adlade, whose whole body was dressed enough that it was even if its this, Ill still dress up properly, was behaving sociably towards the invited nobles. Also amongst them was the upstart baron that Dsire mentioned. However, as expected of Adlade, she completely ignored the commoners that were mixed in there. Shes probably a little too blunt about it.

Until the reception began, I was escorted by Achille to the villas garden. In the past, Achilles brought me here to play before. On a small table nearby were cocktails in various colours, but recalling the painful memories from the entrance ceremony, I didnt touch them. It would be much too tragic if I ended up like *that again at the wedding reception.

Should I bring some drinks with no alcohol?

Seeing this, Achille kindly made a suggestion.

Thanks, Achille. But Im okay.

Id feel bad about having him go out of his way to bring me a drink.

Theres no need to hesistate, you know. Its not that far away, after all.

When I looked in the direction that Achille was pointing, I found glasses with non-alcoholic drinks lined up, right inside the building. Certainly, it was just a little walk away.

Youre right.

Just wait a little.

Like that, Achille went to bring me a drink.

Youre kind.

The fact that he properly looks at me is something I like about him I wont say it though.

A little while after Achille left my side, I was surrounded by a number of men.

Eh- Ummm.

Were they friends of the groom? They were toughly built, and seemed to probably be other guards, but

Is there something you need with me?

After I asked them, they discussed something or other amongst themselves, and then replied to me.

U-, Umm We thought that you were beautiful, so we came to talk a little.

The stern men became red, and fidgeted. All flattery aside, they might have been looking for somebody to talk to. Amongst the nobles, the grooms guests seemed a little timid.

Thats fine, but I have a companion at the moment. Would you be okay with talking later?

Achille is going to be back any minute, after all.

Y-, Yes

The men immediately left. They dont seem like bad people. I mean, they seem interesting after all, so if I have time later, Ill ask them various things about the grooms personality.

Now then, Achille sure is late. Even though its just right there. Or so I was thinking, when I noticed that the drinks table that Achille had gone to was surrounded by nobles daughters. Its the usual scene. Noble daughters who boldly call out to an engaged man Just where on earth does their confidence come from, I wonder. Even though Achille isnt the type of guy wholl lay his hands on other women while he has a fiance. Last time when we first got engaged there were also cases of people recommending him mistresses, but he clearly told them that he didnt need one. Even though it seems that the ladies attacks are troubling for him, Achille is still Achille. Hes that courteous, so the noble daughters who follow him around are endless! Aahh, Im getting kind of irritated. I cant stay relaxed. Even though I used to be able to tease Achille about his popularity. If it was going to be like this, I should have just talked with the guards who approached me earlier.

Unable to suppress the indignance in my chest, I took a cocktail from the nearby table. It should be fine if its just one cup; the only problem was that I drank three last time. Right now I want to quell the annoyance in my heart. I brought the red cocktail to my lips.

tl note: let me just state in advance that i have no idea what the differences between a summer house/gazebo/gazebo/pergola/chickadee are supposed to be, or where we draw the line, and what the author is thinking of etc. etc. so a few chapters from now, just imagine a magical gazebo-summerhouse hybrid please