er flashed through my mind.
“There is an orphan who was brought in for the purpose of alleviating the poor…..”
An orphan boy.
Belinda’s dedicated servant.
´No way, the main character is coming in at this time? ´
Though the settings are pretty much the same.
I couldn’t really tell what the boy looked like because he was so much smaller than I expected, and his hair was shaggy like a puppy that hadn’t been groomed in a long time.
One look at that face and I’d know.
´Window status! Mister Window!´
I tried to call up the status window in my heart, but nothing like a window that shows the main character’s information like in the game came to mind.
Neither could I blurt it out like a madman.
As I pondered what to do, I casually lifted his chin with the tip of the fan I was holding in my hand.
The wild hair fell back, revealing the boy’s white face.
My heart dropped to the floor.
For a moment, a strange sensation filled my chest.
Hair as black as a raven.
Eyes as round and gentle as a puppy’s.
Blue eyes with warm colors like a spring sky with fluttering petals.
Everything about his appearance was the same as the protagonist of
The only difference was that he was about five times cuter in real life than in the illustrations.
I was truly in awe.
My goodness, how could there be such an adorable creature?
´It’s like a baby animal.´
“He looks like a wild beast.”
Damn that translator, it caught me off guard.
I looked away, pretending I hadn’t said it.
Then, the maid’s blunt words put a stop to my agitation.
“If you need me in the future, you’ll have to send this child to me.”
I quickly shot the maid a pleading glance.
´I would like you to mediate between the two of us for me.´
Luckily, my glare worked, and the maid nodded nervously.
“Then I’ll leave you to…….”
The sound of the maid slamming the door echoed through the room.
What the hell.
Is she running away now?
A heavy silence filled the room.
I smiled as brightly as I could, hoping to somehow lighten the awkward mood.
´Umm, baby, how old are you this year?´
“How old are you this year?”
The child, who had been hanging his head nervously, straightened up and stiffened.
“Yes, yes! I’m nine years old this year!”
The corner of my mouth twitched involuntarily.
He made a sound under his breath as if he saw something he shouldn’t have.
Is it possible…..
that I’m actually scary?
Belinda’s eyes are fierce, but I don’t think they’re enough to make someone gasp like that.
I put my head down gloomily, pretending to drink tea.
And then I saw it.
My face reflected in the clear black tea.
´What the hell?´
It’s a completely scheming villainous face!
Did my expression also fall within the range of synchronization?
No wonder everyone flinches, and the maid runs away whenever I smile!
I quickly unfolded my fan to cover my face, revealing only my eyes, and the protagonist’s complexion relaxed.
In any case, he said he’s nine years old.
That means we have about six months left before the beginning of the game.
Early spring, half a year from now, when the main character will be ten years old.
He will meet Ophelia, an exiled woman coming to live in the kingdom.
My last doubt has melted away, knowing that the main character is actually real.
The only thing left to wonder about is the ending this child will receive eight years later.
I played it again and again, conquering each ending in turn.
Except for one, the true ending.
‘Personally, I preferred the ending where he becomes the youngest Royal Knight Commander.´
Or the one where he ends up as the heir to the High Priest, and that white robe looks really good on him.
As I contemplated the distant future, an eerie question popped into my head.
´What if I run away from home now, what happens to the main character?´
Not only would my protagonist’s immediate situation in the mansion be ambiguous, but it would probably affect the events of his meeting with Ophelia.
Rescuing the protagonist from Belinda will lead to a meeting between Ophelia and the protagonist.
Does this mean that my running away is destroying the original?
As I was wracking my brain, a small voice broke through my thoughts.
I glanced down to see him staring up at me with his fists clenched like he’d made up his mind about something.
“Well, whatever you ask me to do, I’ll do it!”
“I can clean, I know how to scrub the crevices of hardwood floors, I know how to make furniture sparkle and shine, and, and, and…….”
The child’s voice grew hoarse as he rattled off a long list of cleaning tricks, eager to sell himself.
“I’ll be a useful servant, so if you’ll let me work here, I’ll be able to help you…….”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but the desperation in his voice was heartbreaking.
In that moment, the mental scale tipped completely to one side.
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