The Villainess Enjoys Her Seventh Life as a Free-Spirited Bride (hostage) in a Former Enemy Country - Chapter ex1.2: Extra Edition 1.2
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Chapter ex1.2: Extra Edition 1.2

Rishe could never explain to Arnold why she was arguing insistently.

I didnt believe in ghosts in my first life either. But-but, I mean!!!

Rishes own existence, dying once and living a life on the loop, suggested the possibility that there might even be ghosts.

That was naturally petrifying.

She wasnt afraid of the bandits, or the rogues who kidnapped her, or the worlds most powerful emperor who would rival her five years in the future, but she was very much afraid of ghosts.

Weapons were useless against ghosts, and there was no way Rishe could confront them with the skill she possessed.

Rishe.

Hiyaaa!

Her reply turned inside out.

Arnold held his forehead, let out a huff, and then said, Im not going to be able to do anything about it.

Fine, lets turn back.

!!

Isnt this path scary? Then if we dont go through here, it will be solved. Isnt that right?

N-N-No

She couldnt help but cling to Arnolds proposal.

But Rishe couldnt just nod here.

Its okay. Lets just go home this way

Isnt this South Corridor a problem?

Thats true. If we take another route from here, well have to go back to the front of the hall where the party was held, wont we?

Well, I suppose so.

The guests have left, and Im sure the servants are busy cleaning up by now. If Your Royal Highness were to return in the midst of that mess, the hall would be in turmoil

When the royal family was present, the lower level servants werent allowed to look up, much less show themselves.

Even Rishe had to dismiss all maidservants except those serving maids when Arnold was present.

Cleaning up after a night party was a lot of work and the servants tend to sleep very late.

As a former maidservant, she couldnt put such a burden on the people who were cleaning the halls.

So, Ill do my bestIll do my best and get back to my room by myself from here. Ill be fine !

W-wait, what do you mean by yourself?

I dont think I have the courage to do it right away, so I thought it would take a little more time So dont mind me Your Highness. Please go back to your room first.

Arnold looked down at Rishe and spoke, How would you muster the courage to do it?

Uhm

Ill accompany you until you can move, so tell me what to do.

But I cant trouble you that much-

Arnold raised his index finger in front of Rishes lips.

Your voice is trembling.

!

Sealing her whistle in the dark, Rishe obediently shut up.

Im sorry for acting like Im making light of your fears.

Your Highness

Since I took you out for the evening party as my fiance, its my duty to get you back safely to the detached palace.

No, not at all! Speaking of which, I had it coming when I poked my nose into those rumors

If youre like this even with me here, I dont think you can cope with being stranded here alone.

Uh

Honestly, he nailed it on the head.

When she lifted her gaze fearfully, it seemed that Arnold was really going to help Rishe.

Although he didnt believe in ghosts, he wouldnt shun Rishe for fearing them.

Sleeves.

Rishe squeezed out the word.

Can I walk around with a hold of Your Highness sleeve or just the edge of the hem of your coat?

I dont mind, if it does any good.

As far as I know, Your Highness is the strongest person in the world.

She almost mumbled, but at least she wanted to answer honestly.

She wove what she had in mind to Arnold in front of her.

As long as I think that the invincible Arnold, the Crown Prince, was within reachit has an amazing effect. It gives me a little bit of relief and courage

Arnold raised an eyebrow when she reached that far.

And after a moments thought, he sighed deeply again.

Although I thought it would be a nuisance if we were to hold hands. So, I decided to clutch his sleeves. Either way, its still a nuisance

She was sure he was seriously taken aback. But after a while, Arnold looked up and extended his right hand towards Rishe.

And then he took Rishes hand.

Ah, Your Highness Arnold?