In fact, the male leads in the original work each had their own crazy sides.
Emperor Marius was so obsessed that he would do anything to win the heart of the female lead.
Leopold, the strongest one, is a crazy romantic; a person who gives up everything for love, whether it’s wealth or position.
While these two exhibit an attachment through a romantic narrative, the male lead, Francois, was really afflicted with madness.
Although he had a tragic family history involved…
What’s important is that his madness was dangerously unpredictable, like a time bomb waiting to explode.
Even though he might appear harmless and charming now, I felt the danger in this encounter was as precarious as walking on thin ice.
I discreetly pulled my youngest sister back. However, she didn’t even flinch.
“That’s right. I’m Francois Cassel. Then you must be Emilia Verchio.”
I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know what my face looked like.
My pupils must be shaking like an earthquake.
‘How on earth do they know each other?’
While pulling out a chair in front of Francois Cassel my youngest sister asked.
“Did you receive my letter? The paper about ancient magic and its relation to abilities, along with supporting documents. I’m sure you know better, as the Head of the Magic Tower, that these things aren’t easily attainable.”
“Indeed. It’s remarkable to have relics related to ancient magic, and if abilities are added to the mix, it’s a goldmine for mages.”
“That’s right. Especially since abilities are hardly utilized outside of Trovanza.”
Abilities were a unique power that only Trovanzans possessed. This had led to many scholars from other continents attempting to study it. The problem is that Trovanza maintains strict control over their borders, making research nearly impossible. This scarcity of information made the paper about abilities all the more valuable.
‘But how did he manage to infiltrate Trovanza? It’s not like the coast guard is that easy to penetrate.’
Sitting beside my younger sister, I stared at Francois Cassel, assessing him. My plan was to threaten him, and if my sister was in danger, I was ready to attack at any moment.
“So, what does Miss Verchio want?”
Francois Cassel smiled sweetly, sweeping at his gorgeous silver hair with his hand.
I must have looked like a deer in headlights, gaping at them.
My youngest sister, on the other hand, stroked my hair as if she didn’t notice his beautiful appearance.
“Can you guess her age from her looks?”
“Well, maybe three? No, five? She can’t be your son or daughter, so a sibling?”
“That’s right, a sibling. My younger sibling is in pain. Being born prematurely, her health is fragile. Even a slight surprise could raise her fever, and a single cough in the cold wind could lead to pneumonia. Oh, by the way, you can just call me Emilia, not ‘Verchio’.”
“So, do you want me to use healing magic on her?”
“I read the paper you wrote. It talked about enhancing the effects of divine magic by arranging magic potions with a similar structure of mana. If you give it to a growing child, even if there’s no specific ailment, it’s believed to induce cell division and promote growth, making the body healthier. Don’t you agree?”
My youngest sister continued to speak, pouring out difficult words without pause. While I was silently processing everything, Francois Cassel seemed amused.
“I heard you’re not a mage, but you’re pretty good.”
“I don’t know enough about it to say I’m not.”
It was a statement tinged with the pride of being one of Trovanza’s top magical researchers.
Realizing that my youngest sister was meeting Francois Cassel because of me, I hastily spoke up.
“Sister, can we leave now? I feel uncomfortable.”
There’s nothing good about getting involved with Francois Cassel.
However, instead of answering, my youngest sister caught a passing waiter and ordered orange juice. The conversation continued uninterrupted.
‘It’s really dangerous, this can’t be happening…’
Feeling helpless, I pretended to drink orange juice, accidentally spilling it on myself.
My youngest sister pulled out a handkerchief and hastily wiped my clothes. But with the amount I spilled, a handkerchief wouldn’t suffice. My hands were left sticky, but if it meant avoiding Francois Cassel, it was worth it.
But why was Francois Cassel watching me with that look on his face? Francois rested his chin on his hand as he looked at me and my youngest sister with interest.
“…Anyway, I’ll contact you separately with the specific date and location. I should go now.”
“Sure, take care.”
My younger sister returned home with juice-drenched me.
Despite my attempts to interfere, it seems the important conversation had concluded, leaving me feeling quite frustrated.
“Sister, are you going to see that man again? I don’t like him.”
“You couldn’t even take your eyes off him because he’s handsome.”
“Yeah, he was handsome… but I still don’t like him!”
“Nonetheless, in order for you to get better, we have to keep seeing him. Do you know how hard it was for me to call him?”
Her charismatic tone made my resistance fade, and I pouted in response.
While it was a somewhat timid rebellion, my younger sister wasn’t one to pay attention to such behavior. In the end, I was left with just my soaked and sticky clothing.
Rebecca was the female lead who drowned in the sea in front of me, and after she died I suffered from a high fever for a while.
It was because my body ached from my inability to withstand the shock.
As I was bedridden to the point of not being able to go outside, I had to give up attending kindergarten. Now that I had recovered, a new problem emerged: I was extremely bored all day long.
“I miss my friends! Francesca, Martina, Antonio! I want to see them!”
Unable to bear it any longer, I lay down on the floor and began protesting.
My older brother had moved south on his own, saying he had raised his younger siblings enough. My eldest sister was busy with work.
Consequently, my older sister and I were the only ones at home.
“I’m so bored.”
“Princess, do you want to play hospital?”
“No! You’re just going to lie down and sleep again, aren’t you?”
My older sister giggled with a cute snort. I clung to her leg.
“Come on, Sister. Let’s go to the playground. Please?”
“I can’t do that. If you catch a cold from going out, it’ll be a disaster.”
I spent ten minutes rubbing my forehead against my older sister’s leg, begging her to let me go.
She ignored my pleas with her trademark smooth smile.
Then, with a bang, the door opened and my youngest sister stumbled into the room, having slept late.
“Why don’t you go dig in the sand or something? How bored must you be at home alone when you don’t even go to kindergarten?”
The youngest sister seemed to be in a very bad mood because she woke up.
The youngest sister, the troublemaker, sometimes explodes when she doesn’t get enough sleep, and this seemed to be the early stage of one of those outbursts.
“Can’t help it. Little one, go and change into your outdoor clothes quickly.”
I was excited and quickly changed into my outdoor clothing.
I held my youngest sister’s hand, and as we walked to the playground, I felt so good that I thought I could fly into the sky.
“Little one, aren’t you enjoying this too much?”
“Yeah! I’m having so much fun!”
I don’t know how many times I’ve been to this playground.
Even if I know the original story, I don’t remember my past life, and my mental age was just slightly older than my peers.
That’s why I didn’t know how suffocating and depressing it was to stay cooped up at home.
‘I was also worried because I thought my sisters might end up meeting the original’s male leads.’
My older sister declined the chef job for the secret banquet, and my eldest sister was likely to be assigned an escort duty related to the Trovanza government. As for my youngest sister, it seems she’s contacting Francois Cassel because of me…
Even though there’s no good reason for my sisters to get involved with the male leads, I’m worried. I’m really worried.
Letting out a deep sigh, my older sister seemed to think I was imagining something strange and chuckled softly.
Meanwhile, we arrived at the playground. I let go of my sister’s hand and ran into the playground, feeling excited.
Seeing the sand and the colorful swings, my heart raced.
“Be careful, little one!”
I didn’t even hear my older sister’s caution.
I started by slipping down the slide and climbed up the steps to reach the slide again.
Swoosh, the sensation of coming down the slide was amazing, and I missed it.
After riding the slide about five times in a row, I climbed onto the swing. My older sister sat on a bench on one side of the playground, engrossed in knitting.
I joyfully swung on the swing when someone gave me a push from behind. It was probably a parent of one of the kids in the playground.
“Are you having fun? Want to go higher?”
“Yeah! Let’s go higher!”
In response to the question from the man pushing me from behind, I nodded my head.
The swing soared higher and higher, and it felt like I was flying through the sky.
My laughter grew louder, and the sunlight sparkled.
Feeling so exhilarated, I didn’t realize my grip was slipping due to the excitement.
Then, in a split second, as the swing reached an angle of almost ninety degrees, I plummeted downward.
I saw my youngest sister’s face across from me turn white.
At that moment, as the world seemed to slow down and the blue sky filled my vision, I bid my farewell to the world with a whispered, “Goodbye, world.”
I had anticipated excruciating pain, but instead, I felt a solid and warm sensation.
As I looked up, I saw it was due to a muscular man hugging me tightly.
Before I could even react, my older sister came running over, screaming.
She snatched me away from the man and checked my body.
Her face, which had always been full of life, paled as if she were about to die.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”
“Uh-huh. I’m fine.”
My youngest sister pulled me into a tight hug. I could feel her trembling.
“Hey, little one!”
Right on cue, a man with bright blonde hair rushed to me, his hair fluttering in the wind.
He must have been the one who pushed me.
The man’s incredibly handsome appearance was met with my sister’s surprised expression.
“You didn’t hit your head, did you? Your arms and legs aren’t broken, right? You fell so suddenly like an injured bird, I thought you might have died.”
“Phew, Marius. Don’t worry. The child is unharmed.”
“She was saved thanks to you, Leo. I thought this little one was in trouble.”
Realizing that the blonde-haired man was Marius and the dark-haired man who caught me was Leo, I was astonished.
Their identities were apparent.
They were the original’s male leads, Marius von Chemelhofen and Leopold von Waltrachen.
My eyes widened in disbelief. This situation was too confusing.
I mean… Why are they here?