My Fiancée Hates Me novel Chapter 38

I began my Academy life with typical general classes, social classes, and then knightly studies on odd days in the morning. As expected, I was the only female within my class. It did not sit well with male counterparts.

Despite being born from a good family, people still look down on me simply because I was a female. In my first life, I was Prince Erik's fiancée and not merely a high-born person. No one dared to harm me, only now am I seen as an outcast to my peers of both males and females.

I had been training ever since I had regained my memories, but the difference in brawn between a male and female are no laughing matter.

I have to work hard every day by doing seven consecutive laps around the forest, at least one thousand sword swings, a hundred sit-ups, two hundred pushups, and making sure my body retained its suppleness and elasticity from doing body stretching.

My workout regime had increased at least three times from my previous life. As a result, I gained some more muscles but somehow, I still managed to keep my softness to my body.

"Lady Arielle is a bit stuck up," a girl said from above on the second floor.

My hearing was quite well, so I cannot imagine hearing her incorrectly. I continued to pay no mind to the whispers and continued on my way to class.

I soon felt some incoming object coming my way from a shadow being casted on me.

It was a flowerpot. As a flowerpot was about to drop on my head, I felt someone pull me from behind.

"That is dangerous!" Randall yelled.

It was my cousin Randall who saved me.

"Oh...Randall. It has been a while," I said nonchalantly.

"Is that all you have to say seeing as though you almost got hurt?" Randall asked.

I paid no mind to his question and began picking up the large pieces of the shattered pot up.

"Do you mind getting a broom and dustpan?" I asked him.

"Why should I leave you after what just happened?" Randall asked.

"The culprit always leaves immediately after committing the crime," I answered him.

He soon grabbed my wrist.

"Stop this...You are bleeding," Randall said.

He was right. I had cut my fingers and had not noticed. He pulled me by my wrist and gently pulled me along. I watched his long braided pink hair dance behind him.

"...Not to the nurse. Rumors will spread," I said.

Randall brought me behind the church located on campus. He knocked five times on the back door to which Gavin Lord opened the door.

"One first-aid kit, please," Randall ordered.

"Donations, please," Gavin said as he held out his hand.

"The Church is a free service..."

What an amusing and unlikely duo...

"Right this way," Gavin said as he led us to their church run hospital.

I cleaned my hands with fresh soap and water. I found it odd how my pain resistance went up to the point where I would not notice small cuts like these. To anyone else, it would be a bit worrying. I can still feel pain, so it is not much of a cause for worry. The reason for my desensitization is still a bit of a worry.

"I will wrap it for you," Randall said as he moved the kit away from me. I reluctantly sat in front of him as he began wrapping my hand. He squeezed my hand lightly. "Does this not hurt?"

I would not be lying if I said that it didn't.

"Why were you there?" I asked him.

"I heard some rumors about girls seeing you with Prince Erik. Not everyone seemed too thrilled about it. When I heard that there were some people with bad intentions, I went to look for you because I was worried."

Must have been from the fall...Did they think I fell on purpose?

"Worried? I know that deep down you dislike me," I said.

His hands stopped for a moment.

"Why do you say that?" Randall asked.

I tried to understand why anybody would be willing to detest me enough to set Kaya Ouchi onto me. None of them had a personal connection to me other than my cousin Randall.

"I know that you have been pressured by your family to meet their expectations. You were always compared to me by your parents and tutors. I cannot blame you for disliking me."

He continued wrapping my fingers.

He sighed.

"I suppose this is the reason why for your recent change in attitude towards me...No, you have always been cold towards me. Even your smiles were empty since the beginning."

"I wonder why you accepted my offer to work for me in the first place if you knew that..."

"Even if your smile was empty, you were still an awe-inspiring existence. Even one gaze from you would be enough. Working under someone like you was already a blessing in itself. Both of us would benefit from the connection in me gaining experience and how you would gain a corporate slave for yourself. There was no reason to refuse..."

"You still eventually grew to hate me...I am not blind to those kinds of things," I said as I tried pulling my hand back.

Randall refused to let me go and sent an awkward smile my way.

"...That may have been true, until I got to know the real you. You work harder than anyone else to the point where you lose a part of yourself sometimes. More than hate or dislike, I respect you as much as I want to be like you. The image of you right now is much better than your false image from before."

In my heart, I felt guilty from hating him for something he had yet to do. He was family and someone I once played with...yet I still do not want him back in my heart.

I pondered about whether I should wear gloves or not to my next class. Gavin was willing to lend me a pair of white gloves that were the same kind used by the priests.

I had already bled through my second set of bandages, so I felt reluctant about using pure white gloves over my hands. There was no time to stop by my dorm room either.

Randall said that he would clean up the mess from the flowerpot. I offered to do it myself, but he absolutely forbids me from doing so.

Such a worrywart...

Charlotte saved me a seat in our next class and waved at me.

"Thanks for saving me a seat, Charlotte," I said.

"No problem, Arielle."

Charlotte was being random as ever. She somehow used her connections to have almost all the same classes as me. The only time where I do not see her is during my Knight Course studies because of the amount of exercise involved.

"Why attend these classes if you were mainly interested in the arts?" I asked her.