The Lily Blooms in Another World: Since My Engagement Was Broken Off, I Will Enjoy Living with My True Love, the Villainess! - Chapter 34

A vast field of medicinal herbs.

Standing amidst the lush green leaves swaying in the wind was a woman with a striking impression. Dressed in a white dress with lustrous black hair.

The former villainess noble lady, recently whispered to be the [Moonlight Saintess] due to her knowledge of medicinal herbs and skill in healing arts—the talented Fuuka Hamilton.

Fuuka Hamilton was hesitating.

Several years ago, liberated from the scheming vortex of the royal capital’s aristocratic society by the hand of Miyako Florence, a local noble’s daughter she once considered her sworn rival.

She had formed contracts with all four great spirits.

Embarked on a grand adventure across the continent, one significant enough to save an entire nation.

Successfully cultivated the legendary medicinal herb, Moonlight Grass.

…And so on, she had lived through dizzying, whirlwind days of adventure.

Fuuka’s knowledge and skills had grown, and Miyako’s social adeptness grew sharper by the day.

They had grown far, far beyond the young girls who had just fled the royal capital.

That much time had passed.

(And yet, even so—)

Yes.

There was a reason Fuuka was hesitating.

Even as time flowed and they matured, still…

(Why do I still love Miyako so much!!!!)

Haa~, Fuuka let out a sigh.

Yes.

During the Bride War, the fierce struggle among noble daughters to form marital ties with high-ranking nobles—she had met Miyako, once her rival whom she had snatched the position of future duchess from… and yet, for some reason, she had taken Miyako’s hand when she came to welcome her in her downfall.

They fled together, and after days filled with dizzying, ordinary, peaceful, and unexpectedly small adventures, Miyako helped me out of a predicament caused by the nobles, risking everything.

“I’m happy to be with Miyako.”

She had realized it.

Said it aloud.

And since then, they had been together, always.

And yet, what filled Fuuka’s heart was the feeling of “I love Miyako.”

It knew no bounds.

No, rather.

“…I feel like I love her more with each passing year.”

Uu, she covered her face with both hands.

Feeling her cheeks burning hot, she confirmed no one was around.

If anyone saw her with such an undisciplined expression, she would be unbearably embarrassed.

Fortunately, only the Moonlight Grass growing all around swayed in the wind.

“Receiving such a wonderful thing… ho-wai-to-dee, was it?”

Miyako occasionally said things that were mysterious to Fuuka.

When February came,

‘Here, Fuuka-chan. Happy Valentine’s♡’

She would give her sweet treats.

Even now, Fuuka held a cutely wrapped cocoa confection in her hand.

This cocoa treat was made from a plant they discovered during their travels, now a flagship product of Miyako’s trading company.

When placed in the mouth, it melted sweetly.

Apparently, it was a Valentine’s treat from Miyako’s hometown custom?

One would give it to their beloved like this—and in return, receive treats on White Day in March.

“It felt wasteful to eat it all at once, so I’ve been savoring it bit by bit but now this cocoa treat is finished.”

Savoring the sweet, melting, slightly bitter flavor, Fuuka clenched her fist tightly.

Her expression, glaring sharply at the blue sky, revealed the strong will of Fuuka, once called the socialite’s foremost talented lady.

“White Day… I’ll show you a return gift that will melt Miyako! It wouldn’t do to always be on the receiving end from Miyako!”

I’ll do my best! Fuuka exclaimed, striding back to the mansion as if cutting through the wind with her shoulders.

Her research was already complete.

That night.

The blue sky had faded into deep, pitch-black darkness.

In the great spirit’s mansion, the bedroom door opened softly.

“…Ah, Fuuka-chan. Finished your bath?”

Miyako, in her nightwear, looked up at the presence.

—Then.

“Fwah!?”

Standing there was Fuuka Hamilton.

Miyako’s beloved, former villainess… but her usual demeanor, or rather her attire, was different.

Somehow, she was all dressed up cutely.

Normally, she would pout, saying, “Dressing up to sleep is something a harlot would do!”

Yet here was Fuuka, coming to the bedroom in cute attire at this hour, when they were just about to sleep.

Feeling the situation, Miyako felt her cheeks grow hot.

“…Is it strange?”

“N-Not strange at all, but what’s up, Fuuka-chan… that, that super cute and kinda sexy pajama!”

“I-It’s a negligee!”

“Negligee… a-and that ribbon on your head? I-It’s really cute, but Fuuka-chan, you haven’t been wearing ribbons or lace lately, right…?”

“We’re of marriageable age now. We should wear jewels and such, not maidenly decorations like ribbons or lace!”

“B-But… that is?”

“I-I wouldn’t dress like this outside! T-This is… well… I thought about it a lot, and…”

“Mm?”

“Wh-White Day… so, I read a book. A-And… it said that to thank your lover for a gift, doing something like this… is good…”

At her voice, so faint it seemed about to disappear, Miyako’s eyes widened.

A book, Fuuka said. She didn’t know what book Fuuka read, but thank you, that book!

Because this meant…

“Could it be… the present is—”

Cutting off Miyako’s words, Fuuka resolutely pressed a light kiss to Miyako’s lips.

Then.

“Yes, that’s right! …The White Day present is me!!”

A large ribbon on her head.

A flouncy, adorable negligee.

And the faint scent of cocoa treats—chocolate—wafting from Fuuka’s body!

“F-Fuuka-chan…!”

Without thinking, Miyako hugged Fuuka tightly.

Burying her nose in Fuuka’s hair, likely carefully tended in the bath, she enjoyed Fuuka’s scent.

“How is it, Miyako! Were you surprised?”

“Yeah, super surprised… and happy!”

At Miyako’s words, Fuuka narrowed her eyes contentedly.

She must have thought and thought about what would make a good White Day return gift… and come up with this slightly eccentric, utterly adorable, heart-pounding “present.”

What kind of face had she made while preparing?

Ah, ah!

Why is my lover so adorable? Miyako looked up to the heavens.

“Fuuka-chan, I’m going to love you lots tonight.”

“! A-Wh… Miyako?”

“Thank you for the best present, Fuuka-chan. Let’s stay together forever and ever, okay!”

“…………Yes. Of course, Miyako.”

—At the sweet words, Fuuka’s cheeks relaxed into a smile.

Let’s stay together forever and ever—every time Miyako said that, her chest grew restless, and her heart ached with a sweet, painful throb.

To keep it secret, she had told the great spirits of fire, water, wind, and earth living in the mansion not to approach the bedroom tonight.

The night was still young.

The White Day return gift was a great success.

The present is inside the wrapping.

Even a child knows that.

(The cute wrapping with ribbons and frills has to be carefully removed… right?)

Every time Miyako accepted such odd behavior, Fuuka’s heart melted sweetly.

Like a melting sweet treat, it felt a little like doing something naughty.

That’s the feeling it gave her.

“Forever and ever, together.”

“Yeah, it’s a promise.”

Smiling at each other, Fuuka gently turned down the lamp’s light.