Looking at the books stacked by the door, Roselia asked curiously, “What are these books?”

The Viscount, organizing books on the bookshelf, casually replied, “They are just taking up space, so I’m going to get rid of them.”

It seemed that all the books piled by the door were books to be removed.
Having opened a book and checked its condition, Roselia, feeling something come to mind unexpectedly, blurted out to the Viscount.

“If you’re going to throw this away, can I have it?”

The Viscount, glancing at Roselia indifferently, responded curtly as if uninterested.

“Do as you wish.”

“Thank you!”

Roselia picked up several relatively easy-to-read books. Since many of the books were in good condition to be discarded, she chose some easy-to-read ones with the intention of giving them to Eralin.

Starting with a fairy tale book to an easily understandable history book, she ended up with quite a weight to carry. It seemed challenging to take more.

Roselia, asking the Viscount not to throw away the remaining books and promising to come back for them later, bid farewell and headed towards the village of Alglisha.

Surveying the familiar village scenery and entering the alley, Roselia walked towards the house where flowers bloomed generously in front of an open door.

A girl who recognized her rushed out.

“Oppa!”

“Eralin, how have you been?”

Eagerly pretending to know her well, Abel’s daughter Eralin stuck to Roselia.

“Yeah! What’s that?”

“It’s a book I brought for you, Eralin.”

“Wow~!”

Despite having only a few books, Eralin, excitedly, jumped around.

Behind the girl, Abel, who had been working on a painting, or so it seemed from the paint-stained apron, walked out.

“You should thank her, Eralin.”

“Thank you, Oppa!”

Saying that, Eralin, holding a fairy tale book from the pile, disappeared into the house with a joyful expression.

Abel, who proudly watched the scene, smiled at Roselia.

“By the way, has the matter with the person who bothered you been resolved?”

With a puzzled expression, Roselia, facing Abel, awkwardly smiled, recalling the previous conversation she had with him.

“Well… um…”

“It seems it’s still ongoing.”

Smiling knowingly at Roselia’s vague response, Abel continued, “Sometimes, things work out with time. Time naturally lets you know. It’s a relationship that either continues or passes briefly.”

Contemplating Abel’s meaningful words, Roselia looked at the budding flowers in the blossoming flowerbed.

It must pass briefly. It’s for the best for both of us.

The original Roselia, who loved the Duke and died. Following the events involving Roselia, she ended up being executed as a traitor, just like the Duke.

Even if it was for them, their bond should not have continued.

Leaving Abel’s house, Roselia, on her way to catch a carriage, passed by the construction site of a school led by Klaus.
I first encountered Klaus in this area dressed as a woman. If you think about it, it’s truly a twist of fate, a mere twist of fate. While pondering over such thoughts and wearing a bitter smile, Roselia’s gaze caught an unusual man.

Since there was no electricity in this world, most construction work typically ceased before sunset. However, a man, too neat to be a construction worker, was entering the vacant school site from which construction workers had withdrawn.

It was unusual for someone who wasn’t a construction worker to enter a school site under construction. Suddenly, the original work’s content flashed through her mind. Come to think of it, around this time in the original, there was an issue at the school site led by the Duke.

Hidden illegal drugs were discovered at the Alglisha School construction site. As the drug was an herb prohibited by imperial law, the Duke, in the original, was arrested for illegal drug trafficking.

Starting with this incident, the relationship between the royal family and the Duke deteriorated significantly. Subsequently, due to a series of events, the Duke decided to rebel against the royal family.

When reading the original, I merely thought that the Duke was caught smuggling lucrative illegal herbs. However, now, upon reflection, the Duke had no reason to touch the illegal herbs.

If the content of the original was just the Duke being unjustly framed, perhaps… Roselia didn’t know whether revealing the truth of this incident could prevent the Duke from taking the path of a traitor.

With a firm decision in mind, Roselia headed towards the school site where the man had entered. It wasn’t easy to find a man discreetly moving in the dark construction site.

After looking around for a while and resigning herself, when she turned around, the problematic man walked out of the partially constructed building within the construction site.

Facing each other head-on, Roselia and the man froze as they met each other’s gaze.

“Who are you?”

In response to Roselia’s sharp question, the man abruptly turned and started running. Instinctively, Roselia took off after him with all her might.

“Stop right there!”