In this Chaotic World, I Am Doing Fine - Chapter 2

Fiancé?

Acelia slowly blinked her eyes and slapped her forehead.

That’s right! She was the 〈The Sickly Princess Whose Fiancé Cheated On Her〉, so of course she had a fiancé.

She was late in remembering because she had been thinking of it as some kind of descriptor.

‘To think that I, a single person since birth, am now an engaged woman!’

It was lamentable.

Even a normal person would be dumbfounded, let alone one who had been 〈cheated on〉…

In a society with a class system, for a princess’s fiancé to cheat, he must not be in his right mind.

‘Let’s see that shameless face.’

“Tell him to come in.”

Acelia glared at the opening door with wide eyes.

‘But does this person know that I have amnesia?’

In reality, she was a different person altogether, but the imperial physician’s diagnosis was amnesia.

With that meaning in mind, she looked at the nanny, who shook her head vigorously.

‘He doesn’t know… Well, let’s see how this goes.’

Acelia deliberately didn’t get up from the bed.

Even if they were engaged, Acelia, who had lived in modern times, knew it wasn’t proper to barge into someone’s bedroom without any warning.

In her mind, the impression of this unknown fiancé had already plummeted to negative five thousand points.

But then.

Acelia was momentarily stunned by the perfect specimen who entered with measured steps.

Fiery red hair like the sunset, and beast-like bright yellow eyes.

Strong facial features with thick eyebrows, and a sharp nose bridge like a blade.

He was at least a head and a half taller than the servants standing beside him, and his toned body was evident in the way his clothes fit.

“Would you mind giving us some privacy?”

Even his voice addressing the servants was perfect.

He turned to Acelia and smiled gently.

‘Get a grip! This guy cheated on his fiancée.’

Acelia glared at him.

She had almost been fooled by his appearance.

After preparing her battle stance, Acelia realized an important fact.

‘But I don’t even know this guy’s name.’

“Count Liam Wade Felix, Her Highness the Princess is unwell today. Would you please leave for now?”

The nanny, noticing Acelia’s difficulty, called out the man’s full name.

Liam tilted his head as if something was strange, then touched his lips, embarrassed. The line of his closed mouth was quite beautiful.

“Is she too sick to even have a short conversation?”

“Yes. And please give notice in advance from now on.”

“Is such a procedure necessary to visit one’s fiancée? Acelia, you tell me. Do you want me to leave?”

His voice was as sweet as honey.

As if he was calling out to a beloved.

‘Did this guy really cheat?’

Acelia’s eyes wavered.

Could it be that the roulette had lied?

Her trust in the roulette was cracking.

But Liam’s true nature was revealed after Acelia sent the nanny and servants away.

“The Count seems to have something urgent to tell me, so everyone please leave.”

“…Yes. If anything happens, please pull the bell rope.”

It seemed to mean pull it even if nothing happens.

With just the two of them left.

Acelia insisted on staying in bed, and Liam frowned at her before sitting at the table.

He abandoned his previous polite demeanor and crossed his legs, propping them up on the table.

Acelia looked at him in disbelief.

‘What the hell is this guy doing?’

“Acelia, are you going to stay in bed when your fiancé has come to visit?”

“…Well, as you can see, I’m not feeling well.”

Is this guy crazy?

Is he telling me to come sit in front of him now?

“What’s with that undignified way of speaking? You usually insist on using formal speech no matter what. And it’s not like your being sick is anything new.”

Liam sneered, twisting the corner of his mouth.

Acelia felt like her eyes must have been playing tricks on her when she thought his mouth shape was pretty earlier.

Now Liam was even shaking his leg.

“It’s so annoying that Father keeps telling me to take care of you. Hah, what kind of conversation am I supposed to have with such a boring woman? It’s suffocating enough now, but after we’re married, will I even be able to enter the house? You must be happy though, just thinking about seeing me. You like me, don’t you?”

He snapped his fingers.

“Getting the man you like without lifting a finger… Is this what they call having your cake and eating it too?”

Acelia’s fists clenched.

No way, this bastard. How narcissistic can he be?

Acelia, wearing an incredulous expression, unconsciously looked around the room.

If there had been anything within reach, she might have thrown it at him.

‘Ah, so that’s why.’

Now she understood the stiff attitudes of the nanny and servants.

They must have known or at least suspected Liam’s true nature hidden behind his polished appearance.

‘Who is his father that he can act so arrogantly?’

For him to be engaged to a princess, he must be from a fairly powerful family, but judging by the son’s behavior, it didn’t seem like a proper household.

By the way, how did ‘Acelia’ put up with this nonsense?

Did she really like him?

What could she possibly have seen in him… his handsome face?

Could it be that she even knew he was cheating?

“Anyway, I’ll just kill some time here and leave, so lie down or do whatever you want. Hah, is there nothing interesting here?”

Seeing Liam carelessly touching things, Acelia finally couldn’t hold back and got up.

Though still unstable, cheating alone was enough to disqualify him, but this man needed some character education.

Meanwhile, Liam found it strange that Acelia, who by this time would usually have tears welling up in her eyes and looking at him pitifully, showed no reaction.

As the eldest son of the Wade ducal family and holding the title of Count, he had been disrespecting Acelia for quite some time.

Although they became engaged due to his father’s insistence, at first, he too felt attracted to her mysterious and beautiful presence.

Pale platinum blonde hair and sky-blue eyes filled with moisture that evoked sympathy.

Though her speech was formal, her gentle voice gave off an imperial dignity.

She, who exuded a fragile atmosphere, was like a pure white lily.

But soon, Liam grew tired of Acelia’s static demeanor and gradually became less attentive.

Even though she was the only princess of the imperial family, no one cared about her since she had fallen out of the Emperor’s favor.

She was a royal in name only.

Once they married, she would become part of his family anyway, and given Acelia’s personality, she wouldn’t stop or tell others about his actions no matter what he did.

Unable to freely change the marriage arrangement of his family, Liam would often take out the stress he suffered from his father on Acelia like this.

She wouldn’t be able to say anything anyway.

At that moment, Acelia, who had come down from the bed and strode across the room, kicked the chair Liam was sitting on.

Thud!

“Ugh!”

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

“…What? Are you talking to me?”

“Yes. Is there anyone else here besides you? Speaking informally out of nowhere. Are you older than me? And where do you get off putting your feet up where people eat and drink tea? Put them down.”

The Confucian girl has entered the chat.

Liam, sprawled on the floor, spoke as if dumbfounded.

“I’m five years older than you!”

“Ah.”

I didn’t know that.

“Anyway, don’t speak informally to me. Even if we’re engaged, I’m a princess. Where are your manners? For your information, I’ll be speaking informally to you. I outrank you socially.”

Having never lived in a class-based society, Acelia enforced discipline strictly.

It was courage born of ignorance.

Liam, having come to his senses, shouted angrily.

“Weren’t you sick? Is something wrong with your head?!”

“Yes! Do you think I can see straight right now? Stop speaking informally!”

Acelia screamed, her eyes rolling back.

Already stressed from the transmigration, the ridiculous time limit setting, and the untrustworthy people around her, Liam had just added fuel to the fire.

Suddenly, a blue window appeared in Acelia’s field of vision.

Ding!

[〈Spin, Spin, Crazy Roulette!〉 Your fiancé is behaving rudely in front of you. What action will you take?]

Beep beep…

‘What? Here? Now? All of a sudden?’

A round plate spun rapidly before her eyes, and a meaningless sound effect played from somewhere.

Thump… Thump…

As she stared blankly into space, a few options caught her attention.

[Endure until your blood pressure spikes and you collapse.]

……

Ah, wait a minute. Acelia had a bad feeling.

The one that just passed by, was it ‘Shed tears like a tragic heroine’? Let’s avoid the melodrama.

If something she didn’t like came up, Acelia planned to refuse it by any means necessary.

Click. Bam!

[The result is <Hit him on the head with a picture frame>!]

‘What? You want me to crack his skull?’

The next moment, Acelia’s body moved on its own, tearing a frame off the wall and bringing it down on Liam’s head.

This was possible because Liam was sitting on the floor.

Thwack!

“Argh!”

Seeing Liam collapse, bleeding, Acelia was shocked.

‘I didn’t mean to go this far?’

After briefly looking down at the carnage she had caused, Acelia pulled the bell rope.

***

Liam didn’t die.

Fortunately for Acelia.

‘I almost became a murderer on my first day of transmigration.’

If that had happened, the genre would have been a mystery thriller rather than a soap opera.

Acelia glared at the blue window that appeared before her eyes.

[You have activated <Character Breakdown>! <Acelia Hedwig>’s damage level increases by 5. Current damage level: 13.]

‘I activated character breakdown? You told me to do it! And what’s this damage level? When did it accumulate to 8?’

What happens if the damage level keeps increasing?

What’s going to happen to me in the future?

Acelia’s head was throbbing.

Sensing her ominous mood, the nanny and servants became restless.

“Please don’t worry too much. We all knew that Count Felix was being rude to Your Highness.”

“That’s right. Every time the Count visits, Your Highness’s expression becomes unpleasant or you fall seriously ill. How could we not notice that? You must have been so angry this time to do such a thing.”

Still, isn’t that too lenient for hitting someone?

If only others would think the same way.

With a whatever-happens-happens attitude, Acelia sprawled out on the bed.

As she lay there, refusing even meals, there was a knock at the door.

‘Here it comes.’

At Acelia’s gesture, a servant carefully opened the door.

A knight in uniform bowed formally to Acelia and delivered his message.

“Princess, His Majesty the Emperor summons you.”