4 – For breakup (4)

“I’ll turn around. Really.”

Early morning when everyone is asleep. I sat alone in a chair, pulled out a thin book, and spat out a small sigh.

The light green leather cover of the book in my hand had no title written on it. It was natural since it was not a book sold in the market, but a book I wrote myself. As proof, the contents of the book were all written in Korean, not the characters used here.

The first chapter is filled with a list of chaotic words, clearly revealing the urgency I felt when I first possessed it.

At that time, I focused only on recalling the contents of the book and writing it down, so the letters written in the book were crude to be called sentences, and even if someone saw it, it was such a mess that it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a letter or an earthworm.

I, the person who wrote it, also had several things that I couldn’t understand when I looked at them again, so it was a chore to organize them afterwards.

I stopped my hand at a certain part of the book that arrived after turning it back one by one.

There, unlike the previous part, it was written in a straight font.

[One. Breakup with Elena Edelweiss. You should pay attention to what singularity will occur later.]

“Attention is a bitch.”

The fountain pen in his hand scratched the paper as if digging letters out of a book.

Looking at the sentences that have been crossed out several times and now no one is visible, I think about what happened today.

If it had gone according to plan, I would have broken off the engagement at the meeting with her today, or I would have done it with a simple greeting, but why did it happen like this?

The last words she said are still ringing in my ears.

‘Then shall we get engaged? Officially.’

“Why do you say that there…”

On the spot, I handed over my right to decide and let Elena make her own choice. I did it because I didn’t think she would be positive about her engagement to me, but the result was the opposite of what I imagined.

Oh my gosh. That Elena Edelweiss proposed an engagement to me.

I don’t know what kind of expression I would have made when I told her to get engaged, but it must have been a stupid face.

For today, I prepared dozens and hundreds of questions and answers, thinking about her personality based on the novel, but none of them answered her engagement proposal.

Because I never thought she would tell me to get engaged.

“Has Elena ever said this to the other male lead candidates in the original work? I don’t remember it for now.”

Heck, if there was a guy who heard that in a novel, the title of male lead candidate would have been useless.

The position of the male protagonist in a novel centered on Elena Edelweiss means a character connected with her as the genre of this novel is romance. However, just as there are numerous heroines around a male protagonist in a fantasy novel, there were also several male characters who fell in love with her.

In the novel, it is not clear which candidate Elena has affection for.

The story unfolds in the form of a butterfly effect between guys who like her doing this and that to help each other, and then Elena, who finds out about it, takes care of it. It wasn’t the way romance fantasy developed.

Well, if the story goes all the way to the end, the male protagonist may be decided and the development may be romance-oriented, but unfortunately, this novel was not a completed novel, and at least in the development until I possessed it, it was possible that she directly liked someone. I’ve never seen a description.

However, Elena at that time was greatly burned in her relationship with Damian and closed the door of her heart to men, so Elena now was not like that.

If so, I wonder if that could be the reason, but as far as I know, there is one male lead candidate with her childhood friend who is in a relationship.

Even though it’s wrong now, it’s also a factor that allowed me to make plans with peace of mind.

Elena’s family, Edelweiss of Dawn, one of the 7 Magic Towers on the continent, and Ertwyn of Dusk are at the opposite pole.

The eldest son of the Ertwyn family, the archmage Richard Ertwyn, later called the linker of the other world, was the arrangement I had in mind.

In the original work, the relationship between childhood friends Elena and Richard was not bad, and it was described that they had had a crush on Elena for a long time.

I don’t know what Elena now thinks about him because it’s never been described in writing, but it’s clear that they’re closer than me, whom I met for the first time today.

So, I expected that Elena would break off the engagement thinking of Richard, but I guess she didn’t see Richard as a member of the opposite sex as I thought.

That expectation was very spectacularly wrong.

“I can’t understand why he chose me over such a talented childhood friend.”

Despite his young age, Richard Ertwyn still has a reputation as a magical genius born to the Ertwyn family. Compared to him, my family is famous as a samurai, and I am not particularly famous.

Just the eldest son of a famous swordsman. this much?

Even though there is a difference in the amount of time we spent together and our abilities, it is rather strange to understand why she chose me.

Even in today’s meeting, he forced her to make her own choices, not to force her to become engaged. Rather, throughout my conversation with her, I was implying that I should not be engaged to me.

However, the fact that she answered that way means that the decision to get engaged was entirely a decision she made on her own.

If so, what on earth did Elena see in me to give such an answer?

Except for herself in this world, or maybe even me who knows better than her, I can’t find the answer no matter how much I struggle.

That said, only she would know the answer to this.

“But fortunately, it’s just a suggestion to try it, but I haven’t answered that yet.”

If the answer doesn’t come out even after thinking about it, it’s much better not to worry and think of another way.

There is still a year left before the start of the original work. In the meantime, you should somehow induce them to break the engagement. So, how can I get her to punish me without committing evil like the original Damian?

I try to think again, but I can’t think of anything, perhaps because I used my head too much earlier, and my head just throbs.

“Oh, I don’t know. Let’s just get some sleep.”

I gave up thinking about it.

***

Time passed in an instant, and the dark sky showed a clear blue sky as if it was like that.

The bed is like a time machine. Even if you lie down for a while, it erases time in an instant, so it can’t be anything other than magical. It was the same with the cheap bed he used in his previous life, but if it was from an incomparable count’s family, it would be even better, but absolutely nothing inferior to a modern ready-made bed.

The bed in my room is one of the few things I am satisfied with in the life that has changed by possessing it.

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My throat is burning because I woke up from a deep sleep.

I called the attendant, drank a glass of cold water, and went into the bathroom to wash myself. A sprayer powered by magic, not science. Even though it’s been a long time since I’ve been here, it’s still amazing every time I see it. Drops of water hitting the body take away any remaining sleep.

Returning to the room, I see Ken and the clothes in his hands.

On the left arm of the clothes made of luxurious black fabric, a dragon, the symbol of Count Krause, is engraved with gold thread. It’s neat and elegant to call it luxury.

After wiping off the water on her body with a towel, she naturally took the clothes from Ken and put them on.

“The Count tells me not to come to breakfast.”

“Hmm? What did I do wrong? My son is suddenly skipping breakfast.”

“No, he told me to eat with the Edelweiss family lady in the eastern annex.”

“…You’re trying to keep it completely together. Tell your father that he understands.”

Seeing my frown, Ken tilted his head and asked.

“You seem a little upset. No way, young master. Do you have any rudeness for the young lady?”

“No, I’m frowning. Why am I rude? Isn’t it correct to think that Lady Elena did it based on common sense?”

“It can’t be. If the young master did something subconsciously, it’s not Lady Elena.”

“Ken. You’re my butler, right?’

“I’m joking. I’m joking. But why are you doing that? You should be glad you got such a beautiful fiancée. I’m 50 years old and I’ve never seen such a beautiful person in my life. Is there really something going on?”

Concern hangs over the innocent old butler’s face. I told Ken not to worry, finished my clothes, and headed to the annex where morning was waiting.

The mansion in the morning is busier than you think. As soon as the workers wake up, they close the curtains on each window and start cleaning the inside and outside. After I entered Damian’s body, I acted like a model student as much as possible, and everyone I met greeted me with a smile and left to do my job.

In the old days, maids gave caramel or snacks to eat without the father and mother’s knowledge. Now that my body has grown to a certain extent, there is no such thing as giving snacks, which was a bit disappointing. Just because I didn’t like sweets didn’t mean they didn’t want to show me favors.

As I thought about it, I remembered what happened yesterday.

“Ah, Ken. Ask the chef to prepare the same dessert as yesterday after breakfast.”

“Bocchan doesn’t like sweets… Ah. Yes, I understand.”

Ken replied with a smile on his face that he knew well, and then opened the door to the annex building, Isilia Building.

“Bocchan. Then I hope you and the young lady have a good meal.”

“Good morning Ken too.”

As I entered through the door Ken had opened, I saw a room glistening with sunlight. The wall of the Isilia Coffin, one side of which was made of glass made in the workshop of alchemists, was famous as a space where you could take in the garden of flowers bathed in the morning sunlight from inside the mansion at a glance.

But what catches my eye now is not a flower, but a person.

Her white hair, like pure silver, shimmered as the sunlight passed through the glass. Shining brightly as if a star had descended on the ground, she kept others around her from being seen.

Very dangerous in the morning.

He hid his hands behind her legs so she couldn’t see them and pinched them with a small smile.

“Good morning, Elena.”

She smiled as my face caught in her crystal-purple eyes.

“Good morning, Damian.”