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Favorite Fiancée is a Weird Woman Who Takes My Trash Home

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“…And that concludes the report.” (Monica)

As I finished dressing for the morning, Monica briefed me on the current situation. Given the issues with Cardis and Wilfred, she regularly investigates the royal palace’s surroundings through the Chevalier Household, but…

“Isn’t this a bit too blatant?” (Harold)

“Indeed. It’s rather immature.” (Monica)

Since that so-called “discussion” with Cardis a week ago—if you could even call it that—the rift between us brothers has become irreparable. As a result, the criticism from the nobles in Cardis’s faction against me has escalated to an unbelievable level. According to Monica’s report, it’s Cardis and Wilfred themselves who are inciting the nobles, which shows just how much they despise me.

Actually, it’s a bit different. What Cardis can’t stand is that someone like me, the ‘incompetent bratty prince’, ended up disregarding him. This just proves how much he’s always looked down on me. As for Wilfred, it’s probably a mix of payback and solidifying his position as Cardis’s right-hand man. Not that I care.

In any case, we’re now fully at odds with each other, but since I’m planning to abandon my position as a prince and fade out from Enhaz’s world’s best fiancée search, it’s not really a problem.

“Regardless, as long as Milady remains engaged to you, Your Highness, the royal family won’t dare lay a hand on you.” (Monica)

Wait, hold on a second. Monica, did you just casually drop a bombshell?

“Hmm. So, if I were to break off my engagement with Xandra…?” (Harold)

“Naturally, the royal family would then bare their fangs. You might find poison in your food, or perhaps an assassin sent your way, or even…” (Monica)

“Please stop.” (Harold)

It seems that to survive, I have no choice but to maintain my engagement with Xandra. While that’s exactly what I want, there’s something a bit sad about it, even if it’s my own fault.

“Rest assured, Your Highness Harold. There’s no escape for you now. Even in the one-in-a-million chance that you attempted to break off the engagement with Milady… no, such a future is impossible. Before you could even declare the engagement broken, Milady would make sure you couldn’t speak those words. Physically.” (Monica)

“That’s terrifying.” (Harold)

I don’t need to know about this other side of my favorite fiancée. That sounds like something out of a yandere story, doesn’t it? Well, I kind of knew.

“By the way, Your Highness, when Milady isn’t with you, I report all your actions to her. What you ate, when you went to bed, and even what you muttered in your sleep.” (Monica)

“I can’t become a groom anymore” (Harold)

Overcome with embarrassment, I covered my face with my hands.

So, that means Monica’s been sneaking into my bedroom? How mortifying.

“Even now, Milady is probably holding onto the trash you threw away, savoring its scent as she thinks of you…” (Monica)

“…Monica, do you have any last words before you die?” (Alexandra)

“Eek!” (Monica)

Suddenly, Xandra was in the room, her lips curling into a sinister crescent, causing the usually unflappable Monica to shriek in fear.

Wait, how did she get here? This is really terrifying.

“Haru-sama, please don’t take everything Monica says at face value. Even I wouldn’t go that far.” (Alexandra)

“Milady, that hurts, it hurts!” (Monica)

In an instant, Xandra had Monica pinned down, pressing her knuckles into her temple while maintaining a stern expression. She looked absolutely stunning, but the contrast between her demeanor and the content of their conversation was jarring.

“Hmm, so, just to clarify, you haven’t been taking my trash home, right?” (Harold)

“Of course not…” (Alexandra)

“Oh? But didn’t you ask me for Haru’s trash the other day, Xandra? I gave you a bunch of it.” (Casparleague)

Busted. Xandra, what exactly are you doing with my trash? I’d really like an honest answer here, without you looking away.

“Xandra.” (Harold)

“I can’t help it! Once I return to the estate, I have to endure until the next morning, you know!? So, naturally, something like this should be permissible!” (Alexandra)

“Cas, if Xandra makes a similar request again, could you please inform me right away? Oh, and the same goes for Monica when she handles the trash.” (Harold)

“O-Okay…” (Casparleague)

Cas responded, pretending not to notice Xandra’s resentful gaze.

From now on, I’ll have to keep a close eye on my trash. I can’t trust either Xandra or Monica with it. Sigh… I’m already exhausted, and it’s only morning.

After finishing my change of clothes, I let out a deep sigh and took Xandra’s hand, which she was now awkwardly averting her gaze from, and headed to the dining hall for breakfast.

On the way there…

“Oh my, good morning, Your Highness Harold.” (Marion)

Marion appeared, looking unusually cheerful as she gracefully performed a curtsey. Instead of her usual maid uniform, she was dressed in a gown befitting a noble lady.

Right, she’s a countess’s daughter too. I’d almost forgotten.

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