Chapter 2

“Let’s talk, Lala. Come out!”

Of course, I’m going to have a conversation with my fists. And when I get back, I’m going to delete the game and pour water on my computer first. Damn developer.

I glared at the selection window for a while, fuming. Perhaps that’s why—

– Hello. ★Lala★ is here for the confused Player. Do you have any questions?

The selection window disappeared, and our insane Lala, whom I’d been desperately waiting for, appeared.

“How do I exit the game?”

– There’s only one way to exit the game. You must clear one of the endings: Happy Ending, Normal Ending, or Hidden Ending.

“You want me to continue this kind of game?”

– Please do your best until the final stage of the game story♪

Even the music note was pissing me off. I almost cursed.

‘Calm down… calm down. Take a deep breath…’

I closed my eyes briefly, suppressed my anger, and opened my mouth.

“I can’t wait until then. I need to go back quickly.”

I need to hurry home and delete the game before my parents discover it. For the sake of my social reputation. This isn’t the time to comfortably immerse myself in a new game.

– Unfortunately, even if you exit the game now, there’s nothing you can do.

Lala smiled brightly and suddenly shot me down.

“What do you mean? Then who’s going to take responsibility for my social reputation?”

– That’s not what I meant. Look.

A video appeared before my eyes. A woman in a patient gown with an IV drip, eyes closed. That woman was…

“That’s me?”

– Unfortunately, you died after a traffic accident. But thanks to my abilities, you barely managed to become a vegetative patient.

“That’s impossible.”

– It’s true♪

If it’s true, should I be grateful? But her tone and those music notes are irritating.

Anyway, I finally understood what Lala meant. What she meant by saying there’s nothing I can do even if I exit the game.

– Still, fortunately, you’ve obtained an amazing opportunity. I told you that if you clear the Happy Ending of <How to Open the Cage>, I’d give you a special reward, right?

I nodded.

– If you clear the Happy Ending, you’ll be able to live a healthy life after the game ends.

“Huh?”

– Is there a problem?

“Lala, how can you save me?”

– Lala can do anything for Lady Elicia♪

If that’s true, I’ll be grateful to Lala for the rest of my life.

“Even if you can do anything, you can’t save people.”

But Lala can’t save me. She’s not even a doctor. I was annoyed that she seemed to be playing with my life.

“So stop with the weird jokes and let me exit the game.”

When I spoke in a rather low, threatening voice, Lala’s expression became serious as she realized the gravity of the situation.

– I can’t help it. This game can only be ended after confirming a proper ending.

“Do something about it. You said you could even save me when I’m dying.”

– I can’t solve this either. Fighting until the ending!

The sight of her clenching both fists and shouting “fighting” was detestable.

Talking with this fly-like life form, I learned one thing. There’s no guarantee that Lala will save me if I see the Happy Ending, but I can’t exit the game until I see an ending other than a Bad Ending. And another question arose.

“What if I get a Normal Ending or Hidden Ending?”

– Well. You might end up dying as originally intended, or some unexpected situation might unfold?

“How can you not know that?”

– Our dear Player, please don’t give up and welcome the Happy Ending. Then bye♬

Lala disappeared, and the selection window asking if I wanted to restart the game from the beginning appeared. I felt complicated. To think I died so meaninglessly. And on top of that, I can only live if I see the Happy Ending in this game. It was a completely absurd situation.

‘Exit game.’

There was no response.

‘Settings.’

No window appeared. I shouted “settings” and “exit game” several times, but it was the same.

‘Still, what can I do… I have to believe.’

There was only one thing I could do now. Play this game until I see the Happy Ending.

‘Let’s just do it. She said she’ll save me.’

As Lala said, I can’t exit the game until I see a proper ending, so I decided to try believing her. I’ll worry about the next thing later.

Anyway, the Hidden Ending is the most difficult ending to see, so there’s no way I’ll succeed playing without a guide.

‘I have to avoid Bad Endings and Normal Endings and definitely see the Happy Ending.’

[Would you like to restart the game from the beginning?]

▷ Yes (Ne)

▷ Yes (Ye)

By the way, aren’t “Ne” and “Ye” the same thing?

After careful consideration, I selected the first option, “Ne.” Then the familiar pictures and story I’d experienced once before flowed by. After completing the wedding smoothly and visiting the training ground where Ian was, a quest appeared. The one about receiving Ian’s greeting.

After accepting the quest, a familiar selection window appeared.

▷ Are you ignoring my greeting? You really have no manners.

▷ Training must be tough, right?

“Training must be tough, right?”

I chose a different option to avoid the Bad Ending. Fortunately, the difficulty was easy.

“…It’s not that difficult.”

Perhaps because I asked in a rather gentle tone, Ian unusually responded normally. He says it’s not difficult, but his red face makes it obvious he practiced desperately.

‘Like a cute kitten.’

While I was looking at him warmly, another selection window appeared.

▷ Like you’re worth anything LOL At least wipe your sweat before lying.

▷ Really? That’s impressive.

Lala, thank you so much. This choice is easy too.

“Really? That’s impressive.”

“It’s not that impressive.”

He must be weak to praise. The tips of his ears turning slightly red suggests he’s embarrassed.

I waited for a bit, but this time no selection window appeared. Then I should raise Ian’s Affinity through free action. That way I can at least receive the greeting from the quest.

Perhaps because my life depends on it, my will to play the game burned brightly.

“Can I watch you train?”

“I’m not skilled enough for anyone to watch yet.”

Despite being young, he seems to be a perfectionist. Well, of course—isn’t he the only son who’ll inherit the dukedom?

Moreover, his father is extremely strict. Strict enough to arrange his son’s marriage and use his daughter-in-law as a spy to mold his son into a perfect form. Growing up under such a father, the obsession with doing well must be quite strong.

But although my body is thirteen years old, my mind is that of a proper adult. Soothing a young boy should be a piece of cake… well, maybe not that easy, but at least easier.

“So what if you can’t do it well? If you keep working hard, you’ll improve.”

“…Will I really?”

“Yeah! Just trust me.”

I tried to answer quite cheerfully like a child, but I felt a bit of reality check. But it can’t be helped. If Ian grows up to be a positive and kind child, the chances of reaching a Happy Ending will increase.

“Then follow me.”

The positive king mindset must have worked. Seeing that sensitive and wary child accept.

He positioned himself in the center of the training ground and picked up his sword. I sat on a bench in the shade and watched. Swish, swish. The sound of Ian swinging his sword reached me sharply even from quite far away.

‘Wait, he’s good?’

I don’t know much about swordsmanship, but even to my untrained eye, Ian possessed skills that made his age of thirteen questionable.

“See? I’m not good, right?”

After dedicating himself to practice for a while, he approached me, wiping his sweat. His gaze remained on the ground as if truly lacking confidence. A guy full of doubt and negativity. Growing up in indifference throughout his formative years, he cultivated such feelings—isn’t that why Ethel suffers?

“What are you talking about? You were really good! You were the best I’ve seen!”

Naturally. It’s the first time I’ve seen someone practice swordsmanship. But there’s no need to mention that. Still, my answer must have pleased him. Ian’s ears turned red.

“You’re so cool. Can I come watch sometimes?”

“…Do what you want.”

Suddenly, an information window appeared above Ian’s face.

[Ian’s Affinity increased by 2.]

As expected, my choice was wise. Pretending otherwise while being pleased.

For now, if I frequently meet him under the pretext of watching swordsmanship practice and praise him, his guard against me will lower, and it’ll be easier to capture him.

“Shall we go inside now?”

“Yeah.”

Suddenly a selection window appeared.

▷ (Go to room)

▷ (Go to dining room with Ian)

Isn’t this too obvious a choice? I selected the dining room. And thanks to that, I discovered an advantage of the game. When a choice appeared, I didn’t need to walk the long distance. As soon as I selected it, Ian and I arrived at the dining room as if we’d teleported.

As soon as we sat down, the maids began placing food on the table as if they’d been waiting, and simultaneously a selection window appeared.

▷ Do you think you’re worthy of eating?

▷ Enjoy your meal

It’s so easy it’s almost boring. Anyone can see the first one is picking a fight.

At this rate, it seemed I could see the Happy Ending easily.

“Enjoy your meal.”

Ian just nodded slightly at my words and picked up his fork and knife.

“Thank you. I’ll eat well.”

“Oh, no need. Young lady, please speak comfortably.”

To show K-Confucianism, I cheerfully expressed thanks to the maid. However, the maid seemed very burdened, and Ian looked at me as if I were strange.

“Um… okay. Thanks for making delicious food. I’ll eat well.”

When I spoke casually, the frightened maid’s expression softened. Was it that uncomfortable?

“There’s no need to thank the maids.”

Just as I picked up my fork and knife to eat, Ian spoke as if puzzled. You don’t know. That I did it for your etiquette education.

“Either way, they worked hard to prepare delicious food for us. I’m just expressing gratitude.”

“Why do you need to express it? It seems pointless.”

“You have to express it for people to know. You didn’t know you were good at swordsmanship either. Because no one praised you for having excellent swordsmanship skills.”

“I’m not good at it.”

He said while stabbing vegetables with his fork. He maintained his usual expressionless face, but judging by his red ears, he must be embarrassed.

“So I hope Ian will also express well to others the feelings you’re experiencing now.”

“That’s a bit…”

A sensitive but shy child. Let’s think positively. It seems like it’ll be fun to raise him. Probably.

“If it’s hard to talk about, you can express it through actions.”

“How?”

“Just do things the other person would like.”

“That’s too difficult.”

Actually, I found it difficult too, so I just vaguely answered. But I was newly impressed. Until I praised his swordsmanship earlier, he was hostile toward me, but now we’re having such a smooth conversation.

‘This is why early education is important.’

My heart swelled with emotion.

That aside, will you please greet me now?

Trying somehow to receive a greeting, I shouted as if I’d thought of something.

“I’ve got it! There’s a way to express friendliness to others. It’s very easy.”

“I’m not curious.”

“It’s… greetings like hello and nice to meet you.”

Anyway, I need to clear the quest too, so I spoke very naturally. Isn’t greeting the most basic courtesy? To raise Ian to be kind, I can’t leave out good manners.

But was it because he’s such a precious young master? Judging by his lack of response, he didn’t seem to agree with my opinion.

“The first time is hard, but it’ll get easier with practice. Ian is good at everything.”

“Well, yeah. There’s nothing I can’t do.”

“Yeah, I’ll look forward to it.”

Judging by his current attitude, the day when I receive your greeting and clear the quest will come soon.

On the other hand, I was curious. What on earth happens during his formative years that this sensitive but somewhat kind child grows into a completely hopeless obsessive male? I pondered briefly and shook my head again.

‘I don’t need to know.’

As long as I’m playing this game, that child won’t have a chance to turn dark. I only deal with Happy Endings. I moved my fork and knife diligently, savoring the food. The turkey meat was so tender. It melted in my mouth before I could even chew.

‘This… seems like a pretty decent game.’

For the first time since starting the game, a happy smile appeared. I ate heartily, picking up the various dishes laid out.

After emptying all the food on the plate and putting down my fork, a selection window appeared.

▷ (Go to room)

▷ (Go for a walk)

This one was harder than expected. I should head where Ian would like. Thinking about it, Ian trained hard and just came in. Such a person probably wouldn’t want to expend energy on a walk. Then what I should choose here is the room.

“I’m going to my room, what are you going to do?”

When I chose the first option, words came out regardless of my will. The flow was natural. Follow me. Come to the room with me. And don’t go outside until you greet me.

But from Ian’s mouth came words different from my expectations.

“I have etiquette and magic lessons back to back.”

It was a pointless concern. Whichever I chose, there would be no time with Ian. Lala, why did you put such a choice at such a useless timing to make people worry for nothing?

That aside, I was surprised. He’s like that while learning etiquette?

“Yeah, work hard. Bye.”

Encouragement and a goodbye came out regardless of my will, but he didn’t return the greeting.

‘The quest isn’t easy either.’

In the blink of an eye, I moved from the dining room to the room. Just as I was about to sit on the bed with a deep sigh, there was a knock and the butler entered. His face was familiar. He was the man who had taken me to Duke Bellocchio, Ian’s father, right before the Bad Ending.

“Young lady, the master is looking for you.”

I didn’t do anything wrong this time, so why is he looking for me?

 

***

 

“Father, I’m here.”

This time, unlike during the bad ending route, I met Duke Bellocchio in his office. One wall was filled with bookshelves, and in front of it stood a desk and chair. Everything was neatly arranged as if maintained regularly—there wasn’t a speck of dust.

On the right wall hung a massive portrait: a man with red hair and purple eyes, and a woman with pitch-black hair and green eyes. The two of them sat side by side, facing forward.

I didn’t even need to ask. Anyone with a bit of sense would know it was the Duke and his wife in their younger days.

He wouldn’t stain a place like this with blood, would he?

I had the feeling that this time, he wouldn’t kill me. According to the maids, he’d loved his wife dearly. If that were true, then surely he wouldn’t risk soiling her portrait.

“Well then, how do you find living in our house?”

“Fortunately, everyone’s been kind, so I’ve been comfortable.”

“That’s good. If you find anything inconvenient, speak up anytime.”

What the—where’s the scary man who once held a sword to my throat?

Duke Bellocchio was now acting like a rather gentle father-in-law.

“Is it uncomfortable living with Erlian?”

“No. He’s still shy around me, but with time I think we’ll get along. He’s a good kid.”

“Good…?”

He narrowed his eyes at me as if doubtful. But it was true. At least as a child, he was decent enough. He just didn’t know yet that once he grew up, he’d turn into an absolute bastard.

But really, if you knew he had a bad personality, why’d you just let him grow up like that, old man?

The more I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.

“He just has trouble expressing himself. He’ll be better later.”

I wrapped it up in positive, pretty words. For my sake, he had to grow up into a decent person. I’d raise his character stats myself if I had to.

“That’s a relief. I’ll count on you then. If anything happens to Erlian, tell me right away.”

“Yes.”

Ah, so that was just a roundabout way of telling me to keep an eye on him. To make sure he wasn’t skipping lessons or training. Still, I was relieved—at least I’d avoided another bad ending for now.

“Well then, I’ll take my leave.”

I turned to go. Maybe it was because this was someone who’d once killed me, but being alone with him was stifling. The best choice was to get out quickly.

“Wait.”

So we weren’t done yet. Forcing myself to keep a neutral expression, I turned back to him.

“You know the branch relatives are coming in two days, right?”

I didn’t, actually.

Why did the system never give me dialogue choices at times like this? Since pretending to know felt dangerous, I just kept quiet. Luckily, he didn’t expect an answer—he continued speaking on his own.

“They’re always ready to bite Erlian. Make sure neither of you give them anything to use against you.”

“Yes.”

“Then you may go.”

I left the office and headed back to my room. Erlian still wasn’t there—he must’ve been stuck in lessons.

“Guess his lessons run late.”

I muttered to myself, glancing out at the darkening sky. Studying until this late at thirteen? What a brutal schedule. Maybe this world’s as obsessed with education as Korea.

I flopped onto the bed. It was so big I could roll around without falling off, and the blanket felt freshly washed and soft. I decided to wait for Erlian and rolled around lazily.

Who knows how long I endured the boredom. Eventually, the door opened and the one I was waiting for appeared.

“How was your lesson?”

Ignoring me, he lay down on the bed with his back to me. A faint scent of shampoo lingered around him. The room had a bathroom, but he must’ve washed elsewhere. Was he still uncomfortable around me?

“Tired?”

“Don’t talk to me.”

So much for thinking he’d mellowed. He was back to being prickly.

Were kids normally this moody?

I stayed quiet, afraid saying more would just drop his Affinity score. Soon his breathing evened out—he was asleep. At the same time—

[Would you like to check the status window?]

▷ Yes

▷ No

A prompt appeared. So I could check his stats while he slept? I didn’t hesitate. I chose ‘Yes.’

[Name: Erlian Bellocchio (13)

Temperament: 9

Affinity: -3

XX: 0

Relationship with Ethel: Strangers

Special note: Highly wary of the player]

Right, watching his sword practice had raised his Affinity by 2. From –5 to –3. Not bad. But then—

“Wait, what’s with his Temperament stat?”

Not only had it not gone up, it had actually dropped by 1.

What the hell?

So was this a system where his Temperament just decayed every day? No wonder he grew up to imprison and torment Ethel without remorse.

And here I thought the choices were too easy.

From tomorrow on, I’d need to find ways to raise his Temperament too. I clenched my fists and swore to myself again. No matter what, I wanted to return to the real world alive and well.

Yesterday, I thought things had improved after watching his practice—but this morning he was colder than ever. At breakfast, he didn’t answer a single one of my questions.

What a rude brat.

I’d let my guard down, and now things were unraveling.

▷ Can I come watch your sword practice?

▷ I’ll rest. See you later.

After the meal, a choice appeared. Of course I picked the first one. Please, let this fix things.

“Can I come watch your sword practice?”

“Don’t.”

His curt reply caught me off guard. Yesterday he’d let me watch, so why not now?

“But it looked really cool yesterday. I wanted to see it again.”

“Then watch the knights in the yard. Don’t bother me.”

I wanted to ignore him and follow anyway, but the look in his eyes was sharp, especially for a thirteen-year-old. If I pushed it, his Affinity might nosedive.

“Okay, I won’t today. Do your best.”

He left before I could finish cheering him on.

What’s gotten him so touchy?

I trudged back to my room, frustrated.

“Why isn’t there a skip or fast-forward button?”

Alone with nothing to do, the hours crawled by.

Maybe I could chat with the maids to gather info on him. So I went downstairs—but everyone was so busy they barely had time to breathe. Yesterday hadn’t been like this. What was going on?

“Anna!”

“You called, young madam?”

At least my personal maid, Anna, came right away.

“Is something happening today? Everyone’s so busy.”

“The branch family members are visiting tomorrow, remember? Everyone’s preparing.”

Oh, right. The Duke had mentioned it yesterday—I’d totally forgotten. Judging by her stiff expression, their relationship wasn’t exactly good. I’d need to be ready too.

“Anna, could you do me a favor?”

“What is it?”

“Find out more about those relatives. Their personalities, habits, whatever you can.”

“Of course. I’ll ask around naturally.”

I went back to my room, feeling a bit reassured. Knowing more about them would help me handle tomorrow. And so, while I managed to gather plenty of info on the relatives—

The next day—

“I’m sorry, my lady. Young master Erlian has forbidden anyone from entering.”

“Tch.”

But I still didn’t know his situation. Last night he’d returned so late I was already asleep, and this morning he’d left before I woke up. He hadn’t joined me for breakfast either.

So I came to the training yard to see him, but the guard blocked me, saying Erlian forbade anyone inside. From a distance, I saw him sparring with his master.

Why’s he being prickly again?

Raising his Affinity was turning out to be anything but easy.

Still, on the bright side, even if he avoided me now, he wouldn’t be able to later. His relatives were coming around noon—he couldn’t avoid me forever.

“The sun is strong, my lady. Perhaps you should rest inside?”

I shook my head, watching him. The knight at the gate looked nervous, glancing at me, then at the training ground.

“Did Erlian tell you I’m not even allowed near the training yard?”

“O-of course not! Absolutely not.”

He denied it too quickly, sweating bullets. Clearly, that’s exactly what Erlian had said. But I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Good, then I’ll just wait here until he’s done.”

“Please, my lady, go rest inside…”

The poor knight was practically begging now.

“What’s the matter?”

At that moment, Erlian finished training and stepped into view. At the same time, a choice appeared—

▷ Hi, Ian. Did you train hard?

▷ You’ve been avoiding me like a rat, so I came myself.

As always, the first option was the safe one.

“Hi, Ian. Did you train hard?”

“……”

Usually he’d at least keep a neutral expression, but this time he actually raised an eyebrow in irritation.

What now? What’s his problem this time?

I wanted to grab him by the collar and demand an answer.

“But why do you keep calling me Ian?”

Huh? I’ve been calling him that for days now—why complain suddenly?

He scowled deeply, clearly displeased.

“You are Ian.”

“No. I’m Erlian, not Ian.”

“Right, I know. I just wanted us to be closer.”

“I never gave you permission to use a nickname.”

“Can’t you give me permission now?”

“…Don’t act familiar with me.”

He turned his head away, outright ignoring me. Fine. Straight to business, then.

“Your relatives are coming today, right? Is there anything I should do?”

“Yes.”

Finally—progress! If he asked for help and I pulled it off, I could raise both his Temperament and Affinity. I leaned in, eager.

“What is it? I’ll do whatever I can.”

“Stay out of my sight.”

“…What?”

“Don’t draw attention. Just hole up in your room.”

Did I hear that right? While I reeled in disbelief, he strode toward the mansion. From his quick steps, it was obvious he didn’t even want to be seen walking in with me.

Watching his back grow smaller, I became certain: his Temperament stat was programmed to decrease every day. There was no other explanation for his mood swings.

Something’s off. What’s going on here?

I didn’t know how the system calculated these stats—but even if I did, what could I do right now? Nothing.

I’ll just have to watch carefully for now.

With that, I followed after him, heading back toward the main building.

 

***

 

“Brother, you must be happy to have such a lovely daughter-in-law.”

“And she’s smart, too.”

Ian’s relatives gathered at the mansion for lunch. It was a rule of the family, apparently, to invite relatives over for a meal after the wedding. I pretended to quietly focus on my food while observing my surroundings. The man speaking flattering words to Duke Bellocchio was his younger brother, Count Liveri. Being brothers, he also had the Duke’s red hair.

Thanks to the diligent Anna, who informed me of the visitors’ details last night, I recognized him right away. Fortunately, the two brothers had a good relationship. The problem, however, was with others.

“You’re getting married. I’m surprised.”

“It’s a marriage that had to happen anyway; I just sped it up a bit.”

“I’m worried you’ll neglect the family just because you’re obsessed with a woman. You should be careful not to lose your title, you know.”

Ian didn’t get along with his cousins, especially a man named Liam. According to the information Anna gathered, Liam was two years older than Ian and harbored enormous resentment toward him, simply because Ian was the next Duke. That’s probably why he was picking a fight instead of offering a greeting. Unlike Ian, who was engaged in a subtle battle of wits with Liam, I just sat there with an awkward smile. Then, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.

‘Just stay out of sight, tucked away in a corner. Or confine yourself to your room.’

I recalled the cruel words Ian had left me after his training. It made me feel bad, as if I were following his orders, but I had no choice. I needed to gauge the atmosphere and quietly make sure Ian didn’t start a fight with his cousin.

“It’s nice to see you again after the wedding.”

I was startled by the woman’s voice next to me and turned my head to see a pretty, blonde girl staring at me.

“Yes, hello.”

“I’m Celine of Count Liveri’s family.”

As soon as I heard the name, the information Anna gave me flashed in my mind. She was the year-younger sister of Liam, the one provoking Ian. She was said to not get along with her incapable yet greedy brother.

“Those two must be making you uncomfortable, aren’t they? My brother Liam is especially awful to Erlian. I wonder when he’ll grow up.”

“Haha… It must be really awkward for you to be in the middle.”

“It was at first. But now it seems even the adults have given up.”

She sighed deeply, sounding frustrated. Unlike her ill-mannered brother, Celine seemed kind and gentle.

But then, at that moment,

Crash—

The sound of shattering dishware rang out, and I looked around to find the source.

‘I’m doomed.’

I hadn’t been paying attention to Ian while talking to Celine, and he must have finally caused trouble in the meantime. Shards of broken plates and food were scattered around the two of them. Judging by the number of pieces on the floor, several dishes must have broken.

“You should fix that terrible habit of throwing things when you’re angry.”

“How dare a wretch like you…”

Surprisingly, the person pointing out the bad temper was Ian. Fortunately, it seemed all the plates had been broken by Liam.

‘To have your personality criticized by that sensitive, prickly jerk.’

Liam is truly something. No, is it just this whole family that’s the problem? Except for Celine, who sighed beside me at the absurdity of the situation.

“What in the world are you doing!”

Count Liveri, Liam’s father, yelled, and the room became silent as if doused with cold water. It seemed the hopeless Liam at least listened to his father.

“Liam Liveri. I told you specifically not to cause trouble today!”

“What am I supposed to do about Erlian’s insolence? Someone has to correct him.”

Liam was making a ridiculous excuse, but Ian stayed silent, not offering a single rebuttal. Perhaps that’s why,

“He probably makes things difficult for the Duke all the time. I’ll make sure to correct his manners today.”

Liam declared triumphantly. The idea of him correcting anyone’s manners was laughable and annoying.

‘Ian, unleash your prickly, rude side to the fullest!’

I desperately cheered for our side to win.

“And how exactly do you plan to correct my son’s manners?”

“Uh… well…”

Duke Bellocchio questioned Liam with a chilling expression. Under the Duke’s cold gaze, Liam stammered, looking flustered. I thought it would be better for him to just stay silent like Ian.

“Sw-swordplay. I’ll teach him a lesson with a fencing match.”

“Swordplay…”

“If I win, Erlian will have to respectfully address me as his older cousin from now on. I will correct his boastful attitude.”

Liam answered with pride, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea.

‘What a petty jerk.’

Liam was known to be better at fencing than his peers. For him to challenge a two-years-younger boy to a duel in his most confident area… Sure, Ian practiced diligently, but could he beat a man who was taller and bigger than him?

It was an unfair fight by anyone’s measure. Therefore, I expected Duke Bellocchio to refuse.

“Then both of you, take your swords and head to the training grounds.”

However, the situation unfolded differently than I expected. What was Duke Bellocchio thinking? I couldn’t understand his motive for accepting Liam’s suggestion. Shouldn’t he be punishing the one who was bullying his son?

Moreover, he seemed to be raising his son to be a perfectionist, so what if Ian lost the duel and was publicly humiliated? Or perhaps his faith in Ian was that strong?

“Don’t worry too much. Your father must have a reason.”

“Go away.”

I merely whispered quietly by Ian’s side as he grabbed his sword and headed for the training grounds, but I was suddenly met with an insult. Not only that, but he walked away quickly, as if he didn’t want to walk beside me.

‘Bad guy. I was going to throw dirt in Liam’s eyes if things got disadvantageous.’

His Temperament desperately needs to be raised. Although I don’t know how.

“I’m sorry about my brother. But don’t worry, with so many adults around, nothing major will happen.”

“Thank you.”

Celine offered me comfort. She must have misunderstood my expression—which had hardened after being insulted by Ian—as worry. The meal was abruptly finished due to the sudden fencing match, and everyone moved to the training grounds.

“If you lose, you’ll have to properly treat me like your older cousin from now on.”

“Only if you win. Just in case, you know.”

They couldn’t stop bickering even before the match. The look in their eyes was so fierce that it was hard to believe this was a confrontation between a thirteen and a fifteen-year-old.

‘It’s going to be worse during puberty.’

I masked my complex feelings and resolved to calmly watch the duel.

“Then begin.”

At Duke Bellocchio’s signal, the two began their match, and all the spectators, including me, held their breath to watch.

“Oh…”

I thought Ian would lose quickly due to the difference in size and age. However, Ian was surprisingly good at blocking Liam’s attacks. Their skill seemed similar. Considering the age and size difference, wasn’t Ian actually doing better?

“It’s taking quite a while…”

As their skills were evenly matched, the duel showed no sign of ending, and it was slowly starting to get boring. It must be tough in the bright sunshine, but don’t they ever get tired? Of course, I was watching under a tree, so I could bear it.

However, as time passed, my long hair felt like it was raising my body temperature, especially in the heat.

‘Ugh, it’s hot.’

I reached up to throw my hair behind my shoulder, but the sensation on my palm was alien, making me shudder.

‘What is this…? Surely… no way.’

I slowly opened my palm to check the source of the unpleasant feeling. At that very moment-

“Aaaah!”

I screamed without realizing it. A caterpillar as big as my thumb was wriggling on my hand. I quickly shook my hand to knock it off. When did this little jerk climb all the way to my head! No, did it fall from the tree? Maybe I should stand in the sunlight. At least there wouldn’t be any bugs.

I was seriously debating this when I looked up—

‘I’m doomed.’

Because of my sudden scream, all the spectators’ eyes were on me, and Ian, forgetting the duel, was running toward me. He didn’t even realize Liam was taking an offensive stance behind him.

“Ian!”

I called his name belatedly, sensing the danger, but it was already too late.

“Victory is mine.”

Liam pointed his sword at the back of Ian’s neck.

‘He was ignoring me until a moment ago, so why is he pretending to care now?’

I suddenly felt guilty, as if he had lost because of me.

“Erlian Bellocchio. Do you admit your defeat?”

“……Yes.”

Ian replied, clenching his fists in frustration at Duke Bellocchio’s question. Seeing Ian’s shoulders tremble, contrasting with Liam’s beaming smirk, made me feel a pang of guilt.

‘Why did a caterpillar have to land in my hair of all places?’

Why couldn’t I just endure it without screaming?

“To turn your back during a duel over such a minor thing. How pathetic.”

“That’s right, Uncle. I worry about how a young man this insolent and sloppy will protect the ducal family.”

I wanted to sew Liam’s mouth shut. Can a person really be this sneaky and cowardly? Regardless, since this outcome was caused by me, I needed to take responsibility.

“I believe this result is problematic.”

I raised my hand and stood next to Ian, declaring this. Liam scrutinized me with a “who are you?” look.

“Uncle, please ignore her. I understand she’s siding with him as his wife, but didn’t you see it with your own eyes? The fact that my sword was pointed at Erlian’s neck.”

“It was an unavoidable situation. Ian was only trying to protect me because I was startled by a bug.”

“She can be grateful as his wife, sure. But if this were a real battle, Erlian could have died.”

Liam glared at me and said this to the Duke.

“Yes. Liam is correct. The result is what matters, after all.”

Duke Bellocchio nodded in agreement.

‘Isn’t he upset?’

I turned my head to look at Ian. But he just kept his head down without any rebuttal. I then glared at Liam and slowly opened my mouth.

“I’d like to ask you, too. Why exactly do you learn swordplay?”

I couldn’t let my spirits drop. I looked straight at Liam without avoiding his gaze and asked,

“Well, for the family’s honor… and because the enjoyment of learning swordplay is great.”

He mumbled vaguely, making it clear he was doing it thoughtlessly because the adults told him to.

‘I knew it.’

I’ll turn public opinion against you as the wicked one.

I put on a solemn expression and looked at Duke Bellocchio, saying, “I’ve heard that one learns swordplay to protect someone. Not merely for fun or honor. But in the duel just now, I felt none of that. What is the heir of Liveri, who cowardly attacked the back of a person trying to protect someone, if not the loser?”

Liam’s face turned red at my response, and Duke Bellocchio nodded with a satisfied look. I didn’t bother to check Ian’s face next to me. He would be grateful to me if he were human.

‘Ian, if you have any conscience, your Affinity and Temperament should rise after this.’

“Ian knew how terrified I am of bugs. He rushed to protect me—his wife. In a real fight, yes, he would’ve lost regardless of the reason. But this was just a spar.”

It was a lie, of course. Ian didn’t know I was afraid of bugs. But framing it this way made the narrative sound more robust.

“Oh, I thought he was cold, but he’s so affectionate to his wife.”

“I know. I was worried they married too young.”

Fortunately, the relatives’ reactions weren’t bad. Maybe that’s why,

“Still, the result is what matters…”

Liam opened his mouth, glaring at me. Although I also thought the result was important, I needed to take responsibility for Ian’s loss, which was due to me.

“You’ve been learning swordplay since you were five, haven’t you?”

“Wh-why do you ask…”

“Yet you challenged Ian, who is two years younger and much smaller, to a duel. And my husband only started learning swordplay five years ago.”

“Now that you mention it, that’s true. Liam was too cowardly.”

“And their skill seemed evenly matched, too.”

Just as I felt relieved that a few people seemed to agree with me, an information window popped up.

[Ian’s Affinity has increased by 2.]

‘That’s very satisfying.’

Feeling pleased, I glanced at Ian. If it were me, I’d be laughing at Liam, but he was expressionless. What in the world are you thinking?

“Anyway, I won!”

“I disagree! I don’t think so!”

Liam and I raised our voices to argue our opinions. Just then, “Then let’s decide by majority rule who everyone thinks won.”

I let out a hollow laugh at Duke Bellocchio’s incomprehensible statement. What are you doing? You should be saying your son won.

He must be too self-conscious to openly take his son’s side. I tried hard to put myself in Duke Bellocchio’s shoes.

“Don’t worry. I’ll definitely vote for you to win.”

I whispered words of encouragement in case Ian was feeling anxious, but he showed no reaction. I heard he was learning manners, but is that a lie? I need to strongly insist on changing his manners tutor someday if I get the chance.

“However, Liam, Erlian, and his wife, Elicia, who participated in the confrontation, will be excluded from the vote.”

Seriously, is he really his biological father?

With the opinion settled, we left the training grounds and took seats in the drawing room, where a maid handed out paper and pens one by one. Of course, only to the relatives who had voting rights.

“Write the name of the person you think won on the paper in front of you and hand it to the maid.”

At Duke Bellocchio’s words, Ian’s relatives began writing on the paper. I tried to suppress the trembling in my legs as I watched them.

‘This is disadvantageous…’

The people who most supported Ian—me and Duke Bellocchio—didn’t have voting rights. Moreover, if people valued the result, as Liam argued, wouldn’t they naturally choose Liam? In contrast, Ian, the main character of the incident, seemed unperturbed. He must be good at managing his expression.

The relatives each handed the paper with the winner’s name to the maid.

“Don’t worry. I wrote Erlian.”

“Thank you.”

Celine, who had finished voting, sat next to me and said this. Liam glared at his sister for saying that, but she didn’t seem to care.

The voting ended, and the counting began.

“Ian. Liam. Liam.”

Duke Bellocchio unfolded each paper and read the contents, while a maid checked the number of votes on a sheet of paper beside him.

‘Please, let Ian win.’

I clasped my hands and desperately prayed for the result. It was closer than I thought. I seemed to hear the two names called out a similar number of times.

“I will announce the result.”

Finally, the moment arrived. Biting my nails nervously, I watched Duke Bellocchio. His face gave nothing away.

‘The father and son are truly two peas in a pod.’

“13 to 10. This time Erlian has won.”

‘Yes! We won!’

I finally let out a sigh of relief after hearing Duke Bellocchio’s announcement.

“No, that can’t be…!”

“Stop it.”

Liam tried to object, but his father, Count Liveri, restrained him.

I wondered how Ian felt. I checked his face, curious about his reaction, and was amazed. If it were me, I’d be overjoyed and mocking Liam, but he was still expressionless. What are you thinking, really? It seems a crazy male lead isn’t just born—they’re special from childhood.

Ian suddenly turned his head toward me, and our eyes met. I quietly mouthed ‘congratulations,’ but he turned his head and ignored me. He may be good at swordplay, but he seems to know nothing about gratitude.

“That’s wonderful. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, Lady Liveri. I owe it to you.”

Receiving congratulations from Celine, the only normal person here, I relaxed and enjoyed dessert time. Ian was still expressionless until then. He seemed to look at me occasionally, but I couldn’t figure out why.

 

***

 

“Ugh, I’m tired.”

I collapsed onto the bed, lying spread-eagle.

After the vote, Liam, his pride hurt, left for home first, and the remaining relatives insisted on having a hearty dinner before leaving, even after lunch. My mouth felt cramped from forcing a smile all day long.

Ian, whose Affinity had increased but still kept his distance, went to a different bathroom to wash up again today.

‘I need to talk to him when he comes back.’

We hadn’t had a proper conversation since the vote because we were dealing with guests.

‘No matter how I think about it, it’s strange.’

When we first met, Ian was busy guarding against me. I thought things had improved slightly after I followed him around, but then he started to show extreme sensitivity again, avoiding me. He was even reluctant to come to the training grounds. But when I screamed, he forgot he was in a duel and came toward me. Why would he do that?

‘Was it just a formality because I’m his wife?’

Unfortunately, he wasn’t a person good-natured enough to care for a wife he was forced to marry.

‘If not that, was it because of Liam?’

According to Anna, Ian and Liam fought every time they met. No, perhaps it’s more accurate to say Liam was unilaterally attacking Ian. Maybe Ian became more sensitive because he was around someone he disliked. Plus, if I stuck close to Ian, Liam might harass me too. So, did he tell me to stay away on purpose?

‘Nope, that’s not it.’

Snap out of it. Ian isn’t kind enough to be considerate of me. I appreciate him trying to look out for me, but I really don’t know why he did it suddenly. I’ll definitely ask him when he comes into the room later.

I certainly intended to wait. However, I was extremely tired from forcing smiles all day and being tense during the duel and the vote results.

‘I shouldn’t fall asleep…’

My eyes slowly closed without my realizing it.

 

***

 

‘It’s morning already.’

I thought this while staring at the brightly visible ceiling, even though I hadn’t turned on the light. Perhaps it was because I went to bed early. My eyes snapped open even before Anna came to wake me. I turned my head to check the spot next to me on the bed. Ian’s spot, where he should have been lying, was empty, though he must have gone to sleep later than me. He must have woken up at dawn again and left.

I slowly sat up and turned my head the other way to check the mirror, but I was startled. He was standing in front of the mirror.

“Did you sleep well?”

I knew my condition wasn’t great since I’d just woken up, but I spoke as if everything were fine. Today, as usual, Ian didn’t reply.

‘How am I ever going to get a greeting and clear this quest at this rate?’

Just as I was about to sigh in frustration, I sensed something strange.

The Ian of yesterday would have turned his head to ignore me or walked out the moment I spoke. But now, he was hesitating while looking at me. He kept glancing at me, and if our eyes met, he would immediately look away. Judging by his body language, he clearly had something to say.

“Hey…”

My prediction was right. Was he trying to express his gratitude for the help yesterday? To signal that he shouldn’t feel burdened, I offered what I thought was the most gentle smile possible. He started to speak but couldn’t continue, sighing in frustration before finally forcing the words out.

“…Hello.”

“Huh?”

“It’s fine if you didn’t hear me.”

Ian turned his eyes elsewhere after saying just that one word.

But I heard it. Ian greeted me.

‘I can’t believe receiving a greeting is this thrilling!’

Along with my joy, the welcome Lala appeared.

[Congratulations. You have completed the ★Lala★ quest <Receive Ian’s Greeting!>. Would you like to check the reward?]

▷ Yes

▷ No

Yes. I quickly checked the rewards.

[Ian’s Temperament has increased by 5.]

[Ian’s Affinity has increased by 5.]

[You have obtained a Rare Item Ticket.]

A silly grin spread across my face. Not only did his Temperament—which I desperately wanted to raise—go up by a whopping 5, but his Affinity also increased. Plus, I got a Rare Item Ticket. The reward was better than expected.

– Would you like to use the Rare Item Ticket now?

I nodded, and various item images flashed quickly before my eyes. And then,

– Congratulations! You have obtained the ‘Crescendo Funnel.’

A red funnel appeared in Lala’s hand. So, what was I supposed to use it for? Curious, I checked the small text written next to the funnel.

[It sounds like someone is having an important conversation inside, but you can’t hear what they’re saying? Don’t worry. Hold this funnel up to your ear, and you’ll be able to hear everything.]

It was a very earnest way of saying it was an eavesdropping item. I didn’t know where or what I needed to eavesdrop on, but I accepted it since it was given to me. By the way, how do I use the item? Just as I pondered this,

– Lala’s Tip for Player ♬

Lala spoke.

– If you want to use an item, say ‘Inventory’ to yourself. Then, say the name of the item you want to use along with ‘Use,’ and you can use it.

‘Thank yooou.’

That was a quite helpful explanation.

– Congratulations, Player. You’ve cleared your first quest ♬ Please look forward to the second quest, which will be given soon.

Lala winked with a cute expression, announcing the next quest. I wanted to ask for it right away so I could quickly raise his temperament.

– As a reference, the game difficulty gradually increases when you clear a quest. Please keep this in mind and do your best with the rest of your play ♪

…I knew the game seemed too easy. Maybe I shouldn’t have cleared the quest. From now on, I’d have to carefully consider whether to accept a quest.

As Lala disappeared, Ian reappeared, and we returned to the moment immediately after he had greeted me. He seemed awkward about initiating the greeting himself. I could see his eyes shaking as if an earthquake was striking them. Just as I chuckled at his cuteness, a selection window popped up.

▷ …I guess I should go eat.

▷ Yes, hello. Let’s go have breakfast together.

Fortunately, the game difficulty was still on the easy side. The first option clearly looked like I was ignoring his greeting! He was already a sensitive child; if I ignored his first brave greeting, he would obviously avoid me forever.

“Yes, hello. Let’s go have breakfast together.”

Perhaps it was thanks to the increased Affinity and Temperament. Fortunately, Ian didn’t reject me, and we were able to head to the dining room together.

When we went downstairs, various foods like fried eggs, bacon, and sausages were waiting for us. Unlike me, who ate combatively to show sincerity to the chef who prepared the meal with care, Ian maintained elegant fork skills.

‘I want to talk to him…’

Seeing Ian focus on his meal without looking at me, I couldn’t bring myself to speak and just kept glancing at him.

After I felt somewhat full and put down my fork and knife, “Do you have something to say?”

Ian finally asked, perhaps having noticed my glances.

“Hmm… About the sword fight yesterday. You immediately ran over when I screamed. Why did you do that?”

I finally asked the question I couldn’t ask because I fell asleep early yesterday. Ian’s right hand, holding the knife, twitched slightly as if the question was unexpected. However, he continued slicing his sausage, seemingly intending to ignore my question.

“Why did you run over? You could have just ignored it.”

The small slice of sausage was now being completely minced by Ian’s hand. Watching his action, I became certain.

“Were you worried about me?”

Ian roughly put down his fork and knife with a thud and abruptly stood up. Watching Ian’s retreating back as he fled the dining room, I quietly smiled.

‘He must be embarrassed. His personality may be rubbish, but he has loyalty.’

Seeing something like that made me think that if I continued to raise his Temperament and Affinity, we might really be able to get along in the future.

‘Good. Let’s try a little harder.’

 

***

 

“Why in the world…?”

Late at night. Checking the status window after Ian had fallen asleep, I couldn’t help but be confused.

[Name: Erlian Bellocchio (Age 13)]

[Temperament: 13]

[Affinity: 4]

[XX: 0]

[Relationship with Ethel: Strangers]

Fortunately, perhaps thanks to the slight increase in Affinity and Temperament, the unique trait of having strong vigilance had disappeared. Was that why? Today, not only did I receive a greeting, but I was also able to watch his training and even eat lunch with him. But still…

‘Why is his Temperament like this?’

I clearly remember checking two days ago that Ian’s Temperament was 9, and today I got a bonus of 5 Temperament for clearing the quest. So why is it 13? I was already confused when I checked two days ago and his Temperament suddenly dropped by 1. I even wondered if it decreased by 1 every day.

Looking at the result, it doesn’t seem to decrease daily. That must mean that something happened on the days it did decrease.

What on earth is trying to make him turn dark? Just as I was lost in thought,

[★Lala★ Quest generated! Would you like to check it?]

▷ Yes

▷ No

Lala offered the long-awaited second quest. Something must certainly be going on with Ian. I selected ‘Yes.’

[★Lala★ Quest]

<What’s Happening to Ian?!>

Ian has a secret he can’t talk about.

It’s clear no one will believe him, so he’s decided to bury it in his heart.

But the secret will trap him in darkness. Please expose Ian’s secret ♬

(Duration: 2 Weeks)

The quest even has a duration now, suggesting the difficulty has truly increased.

‘Lala, isn’t that too much?’

Digging up the secret of a kid who just started saying hello, and then asking me to expose it! What if his Affinity drops even more if he’s disappointed by the exposure? I glared uselessly at the quest window, but Lala didn’t return.

‘I guess I have no choice. Starting tomorrow, I’ll have to follow Ian around all day.’

I firmly resolved and closed my eyes. The next day, I diligently followed Ian around immediately after breakfast.

Ian went to the training grounds after finishing breakfast as usual. I sat on a bench in the corner of the training ground and watched Ian.

“Ian, fighting!”

Ignoring my cheer, Ian focused on his sword training without any reaction.

“Ian, your skills seem to be getting better and better!”

After the boring time passed, I approached Ian, who had finished his sword practice, and offered a compliment. For the record, this wasn’t spoken by my free will. I was forced to choose between two options to get closer to Ian. This one was better than, ‘You’ll need to practice more to receive praise for doing well,’ wasn’t it?

“It’s not that good.”

Observing him, I realized Ian seems particularly embarrassed by compliments about his swordplay. Even though he looks fine on the surface, his attitude noticeably softens the moment he speaks.

Just as I was grinning at his reaction, an information window popped up.

[Ian’s Affinity has increased by 1.]

I must have made the right choice. I was smiling with satisfaction when my eyes met Ian’s, who was staring at me. How long had he been watching me?

“But you.”

“Me? What about me?”

“Why do you keep following me?”

“Isn’t it good? If we stick together like this, we can become friends quickly.”

This is a game, and I’m trying to conquer you, you know. Unable to tell him the truth, I offered a bright smile and made up a different excuse.

“I don’t intend to become friends with you. So don’t worry about me, and just do whatever you want.”

“I’m sorry. I was being tactless.”

I lowered my head and spoke weakly.

“The truth is, this place is new to me. All the servants are very kind, but the adults are strangers, so I’m uncomfortable. But you’re the same age, so I feel like I can rely on you. That’s why I followed you, but I didn’t know it would annoy you so much.”

I feigned a pitiful appearance. Since his vigilance toward me had disappeared, I thought appealing to his emotions might work.

“That’s why your personal maid followed you here, too.”

Instead of being moved, Ian calmly mentioned Anna. He was not an easy target after all.

“Of course I have Anna, but… when you were dueling with Liam, you came to check on me when I got scared by the bug, even though you knew you might lose. That made me rely on you, and I also want to take care of you more.”

I’m on your side. So listen to me and grow up nicely. Give up the obsession and have a smooth, ordinary love with Ethel…—I expressed my hopes internally.

“I wasn’t particularly trying to take care of you.”

Tch, playing hard to get. Judging by his reaction, he wasn’t feeling any rejection toward what I said. I was smiling quietly in satisfaction, when,

“…What should I call you?”

“Huh? What should you call me?”

“You call me by a nickname. What’s your nickname?”

“Um… Ellie?”

Wow. He was curious about my nickname. It was an unexpected question. So I just blurted it out, but, “Yes, Ellie.”

He murmured my nickname as if he would never forget it.

I didn’t know then. That in a few years, he would become obsessed with that nickname, trying to kill any other man who called me by it.

 

***

 

Three days later.

“Oh, what is it now?!”

A frustrated sound escaped my mouth. I checked the status window as soon as Ian fell asleep, and his Temperament had dropped by 1 again.

It had dropped by 1 last night, too. As I’d noticed before, the system doesn’t seem to decrease his Temperament daily, as it didn’t drop when I checked the status window two days ago.

‘What is the cause? What happened to Ian?’

Giving up on sleep, I sat at my desk, pulled out a paper and pen, and drew seven columns. Then, I organized Ian’s schedule for the past week in the columns. Since I had been following Ian around and his schedule was monotonous, it was easy to remember.

The scratch of the pen tickled my ear, and my eyes involuntarily began to close.

‘Focus.’

I forced my eyes open and filled the white paper with black letters. After a short while, I looked at the completed schedule and pondered.

‘He had sword training every day, so it can’t be that…’

His Temperament was dropping every other day, and sometimes for two consecutive days. Therefore, the consistently scheduled sword lessons were unlikely to be related to the decline in Temperament. I circled the dates when his Temperament dropped.

‘It’s one of these two things, then.’

I smiled, putting a star next to the circles.

‘But how do I confirm this?’

Tap. Tap.

I tapped the desk with my index finger, deep in thought, and finally remembered one method.

“I’ll have to use that tomorrow.”

The next day.

“Ian, listen to your lesson carefully!”

I waved my hand and fixed my gaze on the door that closed with a bang.

After much deliberation late last night, I realized that his Temperament dropped on the days he had magic and etiquette lessons. I looked left and right, but there was only me in the second-floor hallway.

‘It’s finally time to use that.’

The only item in my inventory. It didn’t look very good for a rare item, so I had forgotten about it, but its moment to shine had finally come.

I murmured “Crescendo Funnel Use” to myself, awestruck.

“Wow!”

A gasp of surprise escaped my lips. The red funnel I’d seen in my inventory was in my hand.

‘How did the item appear in my hand immediately?’

I was amazed, but belatedly realized: This isn’t reality; it’s a game world.

I carefully held the funnel up to the door and listened. Perhaps thanks to using the item, the conversation between the two people was perfectly audible, as if I were standing right next to them. Ian was currently having his etiquette lesson.

“You must never forget. You, young master, are the person who will bear the burden of the family.”

“I know.”

The content continued: he was the sole successor of the Bellocchio Dukedom and had many duties for the family. That’s true, I nodded.

Focusing on the voices, it seemed they were learning the etiquette to be observed when attending a party.

‘Doesn’t sound like anything much.’

I couldn’t suppress a yawn from the boredom of the continuous lecture. Just then.

“Let’s review the last lesson. A servant spilled juice at a party. What did we say you should do?”

“That is an insult to our family, disguised as a mistake. They must be severely punished.”

‘What is he saying?’

Shocked by the incredibly rude answer I hadn’t heard in a while, I pressed my ear even closer to the funnel.

“Correct. Then, what did we say to do if a low-ranking noble suddenly approached you in a familiar manner and offered a handshake?”

“Ignore them. I cannot tolerate anyone daring to touch my body.”

“Well done.”

Well done? How is that well done? He’s ruining the child’s manners.

“Never forget. Humility is something the insufficient practice.”

That man was the culprit. Ian’s Temperament was decreasing because of that man’s disastrous lessons. This must be the secret of Ian’s that the quest mentioned.

‘How dare he try to ruin my happy ending?’

Just as I was about to open the door and storm in, a voice from behind startled me, making me back away from the door.

“Little Madam. What are you doing?”

The owner of the voice was a maid whose name I didn’t know. The moment her voice was heard, the funnel disappeared from my hand.

‘What? When did she get here?’

I was flustered and scrambled.

‘Inventory.’

I muttered it to myself, and the Inventory window appeared before my eyes. Fortunately, the funnel was safely inside the inventory. The item is quick-witted, for an item.

“Little Madam?”

Perhaps because I hadn’t answered, preoccupied with checking the inventory, the maid stared at me, trying to gauge my condition.

“Oh, nothing. I was just curious if Ian was doing well.”

“Young Master Erlian always does well, so you don’t need to worry.”

“Ah, I see…”

I couldn’t say anything more and trudged back to my room. In the end, I failed to catch them in the act because the maid appeared. On second thought, maybe it was for the best. Rushing in without evidence could only lead to trouble.

‘So how am I supposed to expose this?’

I need to talk to Duke Bellocchio, who is the number one in this mansion’s hierarchy, but would he actually believe me? I have no evidence. I don’t know how to get evidence, and it’s even possible that the Duke himself requested this kind of education.

“Lala, give me a hint.”

Lala didn’t show up when I needed her most.

 

***

 

A week passed just like that. During that time, Ian’s Temperament had dropped by 4, leaving him with only a 7, and he became even more prickly.

I looked for an opportunity to expose the etiquette teacher’s true nature, but it wasn’t easy. I felt I could only solve the problem if Duke Bellocchio heard the lesson content, but he was too busy. Only today, a week later, did the Duke finally spare some time for me.

“Why are we standing outside the door instead of going in?”

“Shh, your voice is too loud.”

When I put my finger to my lips and spoke quietly, he looked down at me with an extremely annoyed expression. I brought Duke Bellocchio here during Ian’s etiquette lesson. Of course, we weren’t going inside; we were standing in front of the door.

“So why exactly did you call me here?”

“There’s a reason for everything.”

No matter how I thought about it, this seemed to be the only way to expose the etiquette teacher’s problem: Duke Bellocchio had to eavesdrop on the lesson himself with the Crescendo Funnel. He would only realize there was a problem if he heard the lesson content directly.

Standing next to the expressionless Duke Bellocchio, I opened the Inventory window.

‘Crescendo Funnel Use.’

If I muttered this, the funnel should appear in my hand, but—

‘Why isn’t it coming out?’

Unfortunately, the funnel showed no intention of leaving the inventory. To not appear when it was most important! What a useless item. Damn Lala.

“What are you trying to do?”

“…Would you put your ear to the door? They’re having a very interesting conversation inside right now.”

“Why should I do that?”

“You’ll see once you listen.”

I put my ear to the door and smiled awkwardly. He looked down at me judgmentally for a moment, then also slowly put his ear to the door. And the story coming from inside was:

“…if you… it will be…”

Unfortunately, it wasn’t audible enough.

“You’ve just wasted my time.”

I could feel the coldness emanating from his purple eyes as he looked down at me.

“Uh, well… how about we go inside and see how Ian’s etiquette lesson is going?”

He turned around without answering.

‘No. I can’t let him leave like this! But what should I do…’

I felt like I had to do something. So, I threw caution to the wind and abruptly opened the door without knocking.

“That was a very rude action.”

As soon as I opened the door, my eyes met the etiquette teacher’s. He looked me up and down with a disdainful expression but then belatedly spotted Duke Bellocchio behind me and quickly stood up.

“D-Duke, what brings you here?”

“I merely came to check if Erlian was listening well, so pay me no mind.”

“I-I see. Then please observe.”

As soon as Duke Bellocchio finished speaking, the etiquette teacher cleared his throat a few times and resumed the lesson. Just try to teach something awful again. I stared fixedly at him, but a finger lightly tapped the back of my hand. I turned my head to see the Duke, who had already sat down, pointing to a nearby chair with his chin. He must have meant for me to sit. As I sat on the chair, I kept my gaze fixed on the etiquette teacher.

“The lessons have been fruitful.”

Perhaps because an observer had suddenly appeared, no teaching bad enough to decrease his Temperament came out this time. The etiquette lesson continued in a very ordinary manner.

The lesson finally ended.

“Don’t do useless things.”

Ian said this quietly, only loud enough for me to hear, and then left for his magic lesson. After that, he didn’t talk to me even when he was in the room.

I was disappointed, but at the same time, I discovered one clue: the teacher’s poor instructions were not something Duke Bellocchio had ordered. If the Duke had intended it, the teacher would have continued the Temperament-reducing lessons even in front of him.

‘Should I just tell Duke Bellocchio?’

I considered it for a moment but shook my head and gave up. My mission was to report any issues with Ian directly to Duke Bellocchio. But I couldn’t speak rashly. He might not believe my assertion without any evidence.

‘The best way, after all, would be…’

To use a recorder or CCTV, but unfortunately, such things didn’t exist in this world.

Night fell. Ian came into the room and lay down in bed without saying a word to me. Unlike usual, when he faced the ceiling, he was lying on his side with his back to me, as if telling me not to talk to him. Of course, I had no intention of doing what Ian wanted.

“Ian.”

“……”

As expected, he remained silent.

“Your etiquette teacher’s instructions are all weird. Who teaches people to treat others like that? How about we talk to your father and change the etiquette teacher?”

“……”

“If you don’t want to do it alone, I’ll go with you. Okay?”

“Don’t do useless things.”

Ian finally spoke. His voice was extremely sharp and firm.

“I don’t know how you investigated the etiquette teacher or what you found out, but don’t interfere.”

“I’m trying to help you.”

“I’m suspicious of you, too.”

On one hand, I understood Ian’s feelings. The etiquette lesson was conducted only by Ian and the teacher. Yet, I, who had never attended the lesson, discovered the problem. He must think I’m investigating him.

“At least I’m different from the etiquette teacher. I won’t ever harm you.”

I spoke, emphasizing every word, but Ian showed no reaction. I tried to talk to Ian several more times after that, but he ignored every single one.

‘Things are getting complicated.’

Haa. I sighed, gave up on talking any further, and closed my eyes.

And so, the night deepened.

 

***

 

Three days later.

“Father, are you busy?”

One hour before Ian’s etiquette lesson was scheduled to begin, I headed to Duke Bellocchio’s office. The quest had a duration of two weeks, and today was the final day. I was in a hurry, as I absolutely had to uncover the problem with the etiquette lesson today.

“I am.”

But contrary to my hopes, he was buried under documents.

“Oh, really? Then let’s play hide-and-seek!”

“Didn’t I just say I was busy?”

“But I really want to play…”

“Go ask the maids to play with you.”

“But I specifically want to play with you, Father.”

He, who had been busy only looking at documents, finally raised his head and looked at me. His expression was full of annoyance and bother. In response, I deliberately widened my eyes and gave the most harmless smile possible. Surely he couldn’t ignore the request of a good-natured child…

“I hate people who bother me the most. Even if it’s a child.”

“……”

I was once again certain that the reason Ian’s Temperament was so low was because he took after his father.

“Actually, there’s a reason why I’m bothering you, Father. I have something I want to report, but I don’t have any evidence.”

“…Is that true?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about it first.”

“I can’t tell you yet.”

If I spoke without evidence, I might end up in a difficult position. I had to be careful, as I could be misunderstood as having framed the etiquette teacher.

“So, I was wondering, do you have any object that can record conversations?”

Duke Bellocchio is rich. Surely he would have all sorts of rare objects. I asked with high expectations.

“Then use this.”

Without hesitation, he immediately opened the first drawer and handed me a blue stone.

“It’s a Video Stone. Ask the butler how to use it. If it turns out to be nothing of importance, you will have to bear the consequences yourself.”

I smiled and nodded. A Video Stone, huh. I was relieved that there were useful items in this world, too. I immediately left the office, approached the butler, and held out the Video Stone.

“Father told me to learn how to use it from you.”

“It seems like you have something important to do, Little Madam. My Lord doesn’t easily hand over items related to magic to others.”

“Why?”

The butler just gave a small, troubled smile at my question and then began explaining how to use the Video Stone. The method was very simple: if you press the middle part of the Video Stone firmly, it records the situation just like a camera. Moreover, it was easy to use even if the user didn’t know magic.

“I don’t know what this is about, but I hope things work out favorably for the Little Madam.”

“Thank you.”

I thanked the butler and immediately headed to the room where the etiquette lesson would take place.

“No one’s here.”

The room was neatly arranged, seemingly waiting for Ian’s etiquette lesson. In the center of the clean room were a table and chairs, and against the walls were a bookshelf and a set of drawers.

I placed the Video Stone I received from Duke Bellocchio on the bookshelf right in the center of the wall.

‘I hope it works well.’

I glared at the Video Stone unnecessarily, then turned my back to leave the room. It was at that moment.

‘Wait a minute.’

I stopped my hand just as I was about to turn the doorknob. This time, I wanted to hear what was being taught during the lesson. Of course, I could check the Video Stone I received from Duke Bellocchio later, but waiting outside, relying only on that, seemed too frustrating.

‘Is there anywhere to hide?’

I looked around and opened the door of the largest set of drawers on the wall.

“Huh?”

I couldn’t help but be confused by the inside of the drawers.

‘Does the Bellocchio Dukedom only care about appearances?’

The bookshelf and the drawers without doors were neatly organized with books and ornaments, but the drawers with doors had absolutely nothing inside. They didn’t even have dividers.

“That’s even better for me.”

It was completely empty, with enough space for an adult to hide, let alone me. I sat inside the drawers and closed the door, plunging into darkness. From then on, a boring wait began.

‘Sleepy…’

Perhaps because it was dark and quiet, my eyes were starting to droop.

“Hold your head up a little higher, and never smile.”

I opened my eyes at the voice coming through the door. The etiquette lesson must have started while I was napping, as the etiquette teacher’s voice was audible. Listening to the following words, it seemed he was teaching the most arrogant posture possible.

“You don’t feel it yet because you are short, but you will realize it when you grow taller.”

“……”

“High-ranking nobles do not look up at others. Looking down is the answer.”

He teaches all sorts of things. However, this alone was too ambiguous to act rashly. The arrogant Duke Bellocchio and Ian might even understand the etiquette teacher’s logic.

“You are doing well. Your posture has improved recently with practice.”

So that was why. Ian’s head was raised, as if looking down at me, even though we were about the same height.

‘Etiquette teacher, I will definitely take revenge.’

I clenched my fist and vowed.

Next, a sermon began on how to deal with people you find unpleasant. Sure enough, the problem was:

“It’s best to have many witnesses, if possible. If you humiliate them in front of others, they will never approach you again.”

He was brainwashing Ian with more nonsense.

“If they are extremely bothersome, it might be good to nip it in the bud entirely. Of course, it’s better to do the cutting from behind.”

What is he teaching a child? Just as I was about to open the door in anger-

“How have you been getting along with your wife lately?”

“Nothing special has happened.”

My name came up, and I remained hidden, listening to the conversation. Ian replied in an utterly dry voice. Naturally. We hadn’t had a proper conversation recently. He was too busy ignoring me whenever I tried to talk.

“What kind of conversations did you have?”

“Nothing much.”

“If she tries to speak to you in the future, just ignore her completely.”

So that was it. The reason Ian had been ignoring me lately. I thought it was simply due to his declining Temperament, but it must have been the etiquette teacher’s influence.

‘That bastard, I won’t let him get away with this.’

I was about to bolt out, but I paused again at the etiquette teacher’s next words.

“You should not trust anyone other than me.”

‘What is this guy? Is he a schemer? Is he trying to raise Ian and then consume him?’

He must be so in love with Ian that his mind has snapped, making Ian wary of me and dependent only on himself. If not, why would he say such a thing?

“Everyone else is after the Bellocchio family’s wealth. You must be completely on guard.”

“I am not!”

Feeling unjustly accused by the etiquette teacher’s nonsense, I flung the door open and shouted.

“W-What?! How long have you been hiding in there!”

Unlike the etiquette teacher, who was startled by my presence and glared fiercely at me, Ian was expressionless. I couldn’t find any emotion in him.

“I knew something was strange. What kind of garbage is this you’re teaching as a lesson?”

“It seems you don’t know much because you are still young, but this is an important lesson for the Young Master Bellocchio.”

The etiquette teacher said this, clenching his jaw as if holding back his anger. He took a large step toward me, casting a shadow over me. He probably wanted to look threatening and glared fiercely, but unfortunately, it wasn’t scary at all. Compared to Duke Bellocchio’s occasional icy stares, this was mild.

I chuckled and spoke.

“Are the ‘lessons’ you’re giving including telling him to be wary of his own wife?”

“Judging by your current actions, you are worthy of suspicion. What conspiracy were you up to, hiding and eavesdropping like a rat?”

The etiquette teacher was not worth answering, so I turned my gaze to Ian.

“You don’t need to listen to him. Let’s go.”

His wrongdoing would have been thoroughly recorded on the Video Stone I installed earlier anyway. I decided to drag Ian to Duke Bellocchio’s office right now. Just as I reached out to grab Ian’s arm, “How dare you try to lay a hand on him!”

The etiquette teacher smacked the back of my hand with a smack. In that case, what I needed to do here was…

“Kyaaaah!!!”

It was to scream loudly enough to shake the mansion.

“W-What are you doing! Maintain your dignity as a member of the Bellocchio Dukedom!”

I ignored the etiquette teacher’s words and continued to scream loudly. I hoped that someone would quickly enter the room and find me.

Before long, the door opened with a knock, and the butler appeared. Only then did I shut my mouth and give the etiquette teacher the most contemptible smile possible.

“What in the world is going on?”

The butler looked at me, Ian, and the etiquette teacher in turn and carefully asked,

“As you can see, the daughter-in-law of the Bellocchio family is interrupting an important lesson.”

“No, he was teaching Ian strange things, so I intervened!”

The etiquette teacher and I were busy loudly asserting our opinions.

“Little Madam, the etiquette teacher is from the Count Cherti family, who has taught etiquette to the Bellocchio family for over a hundred years. Furthermore, they are a prestigious family who handled the etiquette of the Imperial Family for a long time.”

That was absurd. What prestige could a family have while providing such an education?

‘Ah, is that why Duke Bellocchio has such a personality? Then the Imperial Family must be on the same level, too.’

The world really is going to hell.

“So?”

“It means he is someone who has built up trust over a long period. There has never been a problem until now.”

The butler defended the etiquette teacher as if he couldn’t believe me, which emboldened the teacher.

“It’s not him, but his ancestors who built up the trust. Do you know what this man has been teaching Ian?”

“This is unfair! This remark is slander against me!”

The etiquette teacher, unable to contain his anger, glared at me with a terrifying expression. With fury in his eyes, he took a step closer to me, and his right hand went up toward the ceiling.

‘Is he going to hit me?’

I didn’t bother to dodge. I was, after all, a child and the daughter-in-law of this family. If he hit me, he would only make his situation worse.

‘Well, he’s digging his own grave, so I might as well cooperate.’

In that case, I might as well take a hit. I closed my eyes and waited for the next event.

Smack!

There was the sound of skin hitting skin hard.

“A-Are you alright?!”

I heard the butler’s shocked voice. But there was no pain anywhere on my body.

“No, why are you…?”

I opened my eyes and was shocked. Ian had stepped in front of me, blocking me.

The startled butler approached Ian to check his condition, but Ian turned his head away, as if bothered. Only then could I see the left side of his cheek. It was swollen red.

“I-I mean, that is…”

Even if Ian was his student, he was still the Young Duke Bellocchio. The etiquette teacher surely hadn’t intended to lay a hand on him. He seemed stunned by the unexpected turn of events and hung his head.

“To try and hit a girl.”

A voice thick with rage echoed in my ears. Had Ian ever been this angry before?

On the one hand, I was surprised. Was it because he learned swordsmanship? His personality may be rubbish, but at least he had manners.

“He ended up hitting Ian, too? After teaching him to ignore others and not trust his own wife!”

While the etiquette teacher was silent in shock, I deliberately called out his wicked deeds.

Just then.

“Who was hit?”

An adult male voice was heard from outside the door. I turned my head toward the source of the sound, and Duke Bellocchio was looking at us. No, to be precise, he was looking at Ian’s face.

“No, Father. Please listen to me. The etiquette teacher has been teaching Ian strange things!”

I was the first to take the initiative. I took a deep breath and shouted loudly again before the butler and the etiquette teacher could open their mouths.

“He said to punish the servants and careless nobles so they could never raise their heads again, not to talk to his wife, and to look down on everyone arrogantly!”

“Is that the result?”

“When I challenged him, the teacher tried to hit me, and Ian took the hit for me! You can see how red and swollen it is, can’t you? Oh, no, really…”

I glanced at Ian’s cheek and then covered my eyes with my arm, pretending to cry.

“D-Duke. I never intended to strike the Young Master. But I couldn’t endure this person slandering my lesson, so I just…”

After the etiquette teacher’s words ended, no one spoke. They were probably waiting for Duke Bellocchio’s next words.

Was there any reason to hesitate? He hit his own son, so he had to be punished.

“Duke, I cannot tolerate this slander. My Cherti family has devoted itself to the etiquette education of the Bellocchio family for a long time.”

The etiquette teacher continued his argument, his voice firm, as if truly wronged.

“This situation insults not only me but also my father and grandfather!”

“Calm down, Count Cherti.”

Calm down? I let out a sneer at Duke Bellocchio’s words. He felt no anger about his son being hit. I pretended to stop crying and lowered my arm at the Duke’s voice. I could feel no emotion in Duke Bellocchio’s expression as he looked at the etiquette teacher.

‘He even asked me to spy on his son…’

I thought he at least had affection for his son, which was why he brought me in as a spy. But now, he looked like he was observing someone else’s situation, not his son’s.

‘Let’s just hear what he says.’

All I could do was wait for his next words.

“I had a feeling something was amiss. My daughter-in-law kept trying to take up my time.”

He looked down at me. With a gaze full of annoyance. Those eyes seemed to be accusing me of bothering him again. What if I face the bad ending of being killed by this Duke again? My lips felt dry with anxiety.

“That’s right. There was no problem until the person from the Evra family entered the Bellocchio family. She must be fueled by an inferiority complex due to her family’s decline and intends to cause chaos out of spite!”

“Interrupting a lesson won’t destroy a family, you know?”

“Enough.”

Did the Duke think the etiquette teacher and I were about to fight again? He stopped us, and the mouths that were about to sling insults at each other stopped simultaneously.

“However, the Evra Marquisate is also a family that has built up trust over a long time. So we cannot rashly condemn her as a criminal.”

He mentioned Elicia’s—my family. It was funny that he talked about trust after killing me last time. Was it my turn now? I straightened my back and looked at Duke Bellocchio.

“There’s no need to discuss anything else, Father. I have definite evidence.”

The Duke immediately grasped what I was referring to.

“So that’s why you asked me for it.”

“That’s right. I set up the Video Stone you gave me. Please check it. You will see that everything I’ve said is true.”

I said, pointing to the Video Stone on the center bookshelf. I didn’t have to worry about whether it recorded or not. The Video Stone, which was blue when it was in my hand, had already turned black.

The butler had clearly explained that the stone’s color would deepen as the recording time increased. Therefore, the etiquette lesson, as well as the assault on Ian, must have been recorded perfectly.

“V-Video Stone…?”

Unlike me, who was smiling in victory, the etiquette teacher merely clenched his fists, as if the development was unexpected.

“We won, right?”

I couldn’t contain my joy and whispered congratulations to Ian, but he pretended not to hear. If I could just solve this etiquette lesson incident, I would dedicate all my efforts to raising his Temperament consistently.

“Check it immediately.”

Duke Bellocchio gestured, and the butler picked up the Video Stone from the display cabinet. The Video Stone moved from the butler’s hand to Duke Bellocchio’s palm. As he chanted a small spell, a video appeared on the white wall.

‘The composition is decent.’

I was glad I put it on the center bookshelf. The table where Ian and the etiquette teacher had their lesson was perfectly visible.

After I set up the Video Stone and hid in the large drawers, the etiquette teacher entered a moment later. He was sitting on a chair with his arms crossed, waiting for Ian. After a brief period, Ian opened the door and entered.

‘Hurry and close the door and come over here.’

Ian closed the door and walked toward the table, and at the same time, the etiquette teacher stood up.

‘How dare you make your teacher wait.’

‘I’m not late.’

‘You should have come earlier and waited for me. Don’t forget, I am your teacher during the lesson. That means I have the superior position.’

He poked Ian’s forehead with his index finger. Ian endured the finger-pointing, his lips tightly sealed. This was a conversation I hadn’t even heard because I had fallen asleep. Furthermore, seeing the visual of what happened was even more shocking.

‘Is he crazy? But Ian is the Young Duke, why is he just quietly enduring it?’

While I was wondering, the etiquette teacher’s next words resolved the question.

‘I must reiterate that the Duke is very pleased with my teaching methods. He finds Young Master Erlian’s slow learning very frustrating. So, stop having foolish thoughts and just follow my instruction.’

The etiquette teacher knew. He knew that Duke Bellocchio was not very interested in his son. Therefore, he tried to act as he pleased. Ian, too, probably couldn’t resist because he knew his father wouldn’t listen to him or believe him.

Just watching this much, I felt the etiquette teacher should be punished, but Duke Bellocchio was fixated on the video without any reaction. Frustrated, I spoke to him, pretending to be tactless.

“Father, is that true? Are you satisfied with the etiquette teacher’s methods?”

“Just be quiet for now.”

“……Yes.”

His already low voice resonated even lower in the room. That meant he was angry. It seemed he would issue the punishment after watching the video until the end.

The lesson continued. The content of the lesson that followed was even more outrageous.

The etiquette teacher demanded that he must be rewarded when Ian became the Duke, claiming he was making great efforts for the Bellocchio family. He insisted that Ian must sponsor his family and also consult his opinions when making any decisions.

While focusing on the video, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around to see the etiquette teacher quietly getting up from his chair, as if trying to escape.

‘How dare you try to run away? I must tell him immediately…’

Just as I turned my head and was about to speak, Duke Bellocchio muttered a spell, and at the same time, a scream was heard.

‘What? How did he know?’

I turned my head toward the sound, and the etiquette teacher’s arms and legs were tightly bound. Thanks to that, I could comfortably continue watching the Video Stone.

Eventually, the video ended, and in the gloomy atmosphere, the etiquette teacher began to plead, his face pale.

“I was wrong. Please have mercy… I was wrong… Please forgive me just this once.”

The etiquette teacher trembled, repeating the same words.

“You bastard, you were ignoring our family and deceiving me.”

“I apologize. I have committed a crime worthy of death. Ugh!”

Duke Bellocchio kicked the etiquette teacher in the stomach, and he groaned in pain while lying on the ground.

“I overlooked your petty annoyances because of our long-standing ties, but you crossed the line. And to interfere with the Dukedom’s wealth and decision-making authority!”

Duke Bellocchio’s foot moved toward the etiquette teacher’s hand. As he ground his foot down, the etiquette teacher’s screams of pain intensified.

It was strange. He seemed angry not because the teacher taught his son bad things, but because he insulted his family. Could this guy not be Ian’s real father?

“Take the scoundrel to the dungeon immediately. He must pay the price for insulting the Bellocchio family.”

At Duke Bellocchio’s command, knights entered the room.

“I was wrong. Please spare me… Argh!!”

Perhaps because his hands and feet were bound, making him unable to walk, the largest knight grabbed the etiquette teacher by the scruff of the neck and dragged him away. After the etiquette teacher’s screams faded into the distance, Duke Bellocchio’s gaze landed on me.

“It seems you made good use of the Video Stone.”

“It’s thanks to you, Father.”

Duke Bellocchio gave a slight nod, and his hand went to Ian’s chin. He turned Ian’s head from side to side, examining it carefully.

“Fortunately, it doesn’t look like a scar will remain.”

He looked quite fatherly. I was relieved that he seemed concerned about Ian being hit by the etiquette teacher.

However, this was my misconception.

“Do not show a single flaw in the future. You must be perfect in front of her.”

His eyes looked at Ian as if he were a product, not a son.

‘Is he insane?’

Instead of worrying about his injured son, he was talking about perfection. My jaw dropped in shock. On the other hand, Duke Bellocchio left the room without hesitation, as if his business was finished.

I turned my head and looked at Ian. I couldn’t feel any emotion, like sadness or disappointment, in Ian’s expression. It was probably because he had grown accustomed to Duke Bellocchio’s indifference.

“Are you okay?”

Why did I feel like crying? I struggled to hold it back and slowly reached out my hand toward Ian’s cheek. But before my hand could touch him, Ian turned his head away. Then, he quickly walked away. I couldn’t bring myself to follow him and stood there blankly.

‘Can I even say that I solved the problem?’

Left alone in the room, I let out a deep sigh.

That night, after the big commotion caused by the etiquette teacher during the day.

‘Who exactly is she?’

I was lost in deep thought because of the Duke’s parting words. Duke Bellocchio clearly said that Ian must be perfect in front of her.

‘Is he talking about Ethel?’

But I doubted it. In the original story, Duke Bellocchio was not fond of Ethel. She was the illegitimate daughter of a mediocre family.

‘If not, is she the true wife of Ian that Duke Bellocchio has chosen in his heart?’

It would make sense if he only intended to use me until Ian became an adult and hoped for Ian to marry a girl from a better family.

‘He said Ian needs to make a good impression, so she must be from a better family than the Bellocchio family, right?’

If she’s from a better family than the Bellocchio family… there is only one person in this empire: the Princess. But the Princess was twenty years old, seven years older than Ian, and was already set to marry her fiancé next year.

‘Then who is it?’

I didn’t think Ian or Duke Bellocchio would tell me easily even if I asked.

Just as I was lost in thought.

[Congratulations. You have completed the ★Lala★ quest <What’s Happening to Ian?!>. Would you like to check the reward?]

▷ Yes

▷ No

The welcome Lala appeared. Of course, I chose ‘Yes.’

[Ian’s Temperament has increased by 5.]

[Ian’s Affinity has increased by 5.]

[Temperament drop due to etiquette lessons will no longer occur.]

[Game difficulty will increase.]

The most humble of rewards unfolded before my eyes.

‘No item this time?’

I glared at Lala and muttered to myself. Lala, as if belatedly remembering something, gave a rather cute expression and spoke.

– Player, you’ve cleared the second quest! Congratulations ♬

I don’t want congratulations just in words. I frowned.

– As an additional reward, I will give you the Sewing Skill♪

‘Not that.’

But Lala didn’t listen to me and disappeared. I was frustrated. I went through all that trouble and didn’t even get an item. I huffed and puffed, looking up at the ceiling, when I heard a faint sigh next to me.

“Ian, you were awake?”

He didn’t answer, as if he didn’t want to talk to me.

“It must have been hard because of the etiquette teacher all this time, right? Not being able to talk about it to anyone.”

“……”

“The new etiquette teacher will be a good person. Surely another piece of trash won’t come, right? The Duke will probably pay extra attention, too.”

“……”

“Are you listening to me?”

I poked Ian’s back with my index finger, and he flinched.

“I knew you were listening.”

“Shut up. Just sleep.”

I won’t forget how prickly you are even if you don’t act like that, you punk.

“Fine, good night.”

I considered talking more but gave up. Ian was probably the most tired and stressed person today. I looked at Ian’s back for a moment and then closed my eyes.

 

***

 

▷ Follow Ian

▷ Just go back to the room

I stared blankly past the selection window at Ian’s back as he walked away with his back to me.

A week had passed since the etiquette teacher incident. A noble trial to interrogate the etiquette teacher was quickly held due to the influence of Duke Bellocchio. The teacher was imprisoned permanently as punishment for not only laying a hand on the precious son of a ducal family but also for trying to manipulate Ian into becoming his pawn.

And that wasn’t all. A letter of protest was sent to the Cherti family, and an official apology was received. I expected that things would become much easier after he was replaced with a trustworthy and kind etiquette teacher. I certainly thought so, but…

“Why the heck is he acting like this?”

Contrary to my expectation that he would naturally trust me since I helped him, Ian was more vigilant than before. He mostly ignored me, even when I followed him to the training grounds like this, and he even avoided eating meals together.

‘What is the problem?’

I couldn’t take it anymore. I quickly followed Ian.

“Ian.”

“……”

“Ian?”

“……”

“Hey.”

“……”

For a kid, he walked ridiculously fast. I almost had to run, constantly following him and calling out his name, but Ian ignored every single attempt.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Finally, I decided to say the one thing that would make him react. I was uncomfortable even uttering the word, feeling it was cringe-worthy, but I had no choice right now. I took a deep sigh of resolve and finally moved my mouth.

“Honey.”

“…What?”

I felt awful after saying it, like my mouth was rotting, but the result was good. Ian stopped walking and looked at me. And he did so with an expression that couldn’t conceal his extreme displeasure.

“I only said that because you were ignoring me!”

But my own displeasure didn’t subside easily, so I got angry at Ian unnecessarily.

“Why should I associate with you?”

“You seem to have forgotten, but we’re married. If you keep acting like this, I’m going to keep calling you H…oney?”

I don’t know why I felt bad when I was clearly the one threatening Ian.

“So, what do you want to say?”

I opened my mouth, then closed it again. It wasn’t to keep Ian in suspense, but because the servants following us were smiling with satisfaction, as if watching a cute lover’s quarrel.

“Let’s go talk in the room.”

I didn’t want to talk amid all those expectant eyes, so I dragged Ian toward my room. The fortunate thing was that, “Let go.”

“I’ll let go when we get to the room.”

“……”

I had grabbed his wrist to pull him along, and although he verbally refused, he didn’t shake me off and followed willingly. Thanks to this, we were able to reach the room easily.

“What did you want to say?”

Alone in the room, Ian spoke first.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

I asked directly instead of beating around the bush.

“Why do I need to be with you?”

“We’re married, aren’t we?”

“It’s merely a marriage arranged by the adults.”

“That’s true, but wouldn’t it be better if we got along?”

“There’s no need for that.”

Why was he still wary of me? I was confused. The damn etiquette teacher was gone now.

“Why? Do you hate me?”

“I’m suspicious of you.”

“W-Why?”

“Seeing you take the lead to help me like that, the etiquette teacher was right. You have impure intentions for me.”

I was speechless for a moment, just gaping. He really took the con man’s words to heart. This was his reaction even after I helped him.

“You must be hoping for something big from our family.”

“…You’re right, I am.”

“I knew it.”

He nodded as if his prediction was correct.

“You.”

“What?”

“You are the only thing I hope for. Since we’re married, we’re on the same side. If you fail, it means I fail too.”

“So you helped me for that reason?”

“Exactly. For my comfortable married life. I’ll disappear when we become adults, so let’s just form an alliance until then. What do you say?”

When Ian and I become adults, the game’s ending will be decided. I must see the happy ending and return to reality by then. We just need to get along until then.

But then,

[Ian’s Affinity has increased by 2.]

This is a bit hurtful to my pride. Why does his Affinity go up when I say I’ll leave?

“Fine. If you marry young, you can get divorced as an adult.”

“What?”

“It’s the law. Couples who marry at our age can decide to divorce as adults.”

This was completely new information to me. Of course. In the original story, Elicia died as soon as she became an adult; she didn’t divorce. Because of that, I didn’t know about the divorce information.

“So that’s why you said you’d disappear when you become an adult?”

“Ah, yes, that’s right.”

I pretended to know what he was talking about. Anyway, I wouldn’t be here by then.

“Anyway, I look forward to working with you until then.”

When I extended my hand to shake, he took my hand. And with that, our alliance began.

 

***

 

“This is really annoying.”

Since forming the alliance, Ian showed signs of annoyance toward me but didn’t overtly avoid me. Perhaps because we had grown somewhat closer, he would occasionally express his true feelings, like right now.

Specifically, when he was forced to practice dancing with me.

“Tough it out. We have to look like we get along.”

The Founding Festival was two weeks away. The festival lasts for three weeks.

The first week is the Dance Party, and the second week is the Hunting Competition. Only nobles can enjoy it up to that point. And in the third week,

‘I hope they sell a lot of delicious food…’

A night market that commoners can also enjoy opens. So, although I was most looking forward to the night market, I sadly had to focus most on the first and second weeks. Of course, partly because I was a noble, but the biggest reason was…

[★Lala★ Quest]

<Let’s Make Ian the Star of the Founding Festival!>

Ian must stand out everywhere, like a protagonist, right?

Help him make a brilliant performance at the Founding Festival’s Dance Party or Hunting Competition!

(Hint!

1. Become the Children’s Best Couple with Elicia at the Dance Party
2. Win 1st place in the Children’s Hunting Competition)

Lala’s quest was involved.

To become the Best Couple at the Dance Party, I even persuaded Duke Bellocchio. I needed to ensure that Ian and I could focus intensely on dance lessons.

As a result, all lessons, except Ian’s favorite sword lesson, were replaced with dance lessons. Of course, sword training couldn’t be neglected either. If we couldn’t become the Best Couple at the Dance Party, he would have to take 1st place in the Hunting Competition.

Perhaps that was why.

“What’s the big deal about that damn Dance Party?”

He spared no criticism for the Dance Party. He seemed to be dissatisfied not only with the lessons but also with having to be constantly stuck with me.

“That will be all for today’s lesson. Fortunately, your synergy is getting better every day.”

Ian’s expression hardened even more at the dance teacher’s praise. Am I a pervert? Why do I enjoy it when Ian is displeased?

Time continued to pass, and it was now one week before the Founding Festival.

“Why do we have to go this far?”

Ian finally exploded. It was understandable, as I suggested practicing dance in the room before bed, on top of the regular lessons. Perhaps because he desperately didn’t want to be near me anymore, he unrestrainedly showed his discomfort.

“Because I have a small wish.”

“What is it? To dance well?”

“I want to become the Children’s Best Couple with you at the Dance Party.”

“Why, exactly?”

Ah, because I’m on a quest. If I told him that, he’d think I was crazy. I quickly racked my brain.

“All the nobles go to the Dance Party, right? Then my family will come too…”

“And?”

“I haven’t seen my family in a long time. Since I’m seeing them after so long, I want to show them a great side of me.”

Surprisingly, contrary to my expectation that he would just ignore it, Ian’s expression softened considerably. His eyes were filled with pity.

I actually don’t know Elicia’s family very well. I’ve only seen them through portraits, not in person. Elicia only had a father and an older sister. According to Anna, her mother passed away a long time ago.

“You must have a good relationship with your family.”

“No? I don’t.”

It was easy to deduce that my relationship with my family wasn’t that great. My father had only sent one letter telling me to look good for Duke Bellocchio, and my older sister…

[Congratulations on your marriage. I never want to see your face again, so don’t even think about coming back.]

…had sent that letter. And that was shortly after I got married. In other words, I was the abandoned child.

“And you still want to see your family?”

Ian asked with an expression of incomprehension, and I just nodded vaguely.

“But shouldn’t I at least give the impression that I left home and am living well?”

After all, I was Elicia now. Besides, since I had to live as Elicia for six years in game time, I wanted to save this much face.

“…That must have been hard.”

“It’s okay.”

It wasn’t something I had personally experienced, but only Elicia’s business, so I didn’t think much of it. But did he think I was just pretending to be okay?

“Let’s practice.”

He came closer to me and held out his hand. Simultaneously,

[Ian’s Affinity has increased by 2.]

His Affinity increased. He really must pity me. Anyway, I decided to look on the bright side: I got to practice dancing, and his Affinity went up.