How To Ruin The Original Work (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
A voice I clearly remembered.
Indeed, as Nigel slowly turned her head, she saw the strange fellow who had just called her “Lady.”
Meeting Nigel’s gaze, he narrowed his eyes and walked closer to her.
For some reason, whenever she looked at him, her heart felt oddly unsettled, as if it recognized something uncomfortably familiar.
People around seemed to recognize him too; a few covered their mouths and whispered among themselves about him.
“…He doesn’t look like that on the outside.”
“…I guess he’s got some ulterior motive.”
Unpleasant remarks easily reached her ears.
Just then, Allen, panting heavily, poked his head out from the train.
“Huh…? Who’s that guy…?!”
Since even Allen recognized him instantly, the fellow must be quite well-known around here.
It’d be best not to get involved with him.
“…Allen, don’t we have something urgent right now?!”
Nigel suddenly looked up and fixed her eyes on Allen.
“Yeah! Sebastian’s calling! It’s urgent—hurry up and come!!”
Without showing any sign of panic, Allen immediately chimed in with Nigel’s words.
Frowning, Nigel gave him a look that clearly said “This is troublesome,” then quickly boarded the train.
Thud.
Nigel patted Allen on the shoulder.
“Thanks for backing me up.”
“Aw, we’re friends—it’s only natural!”
Allen grinned brightly.
“By the way, do you know that guy? You ran off so fast—how much do you dislike him?”
“No. He just gives me a bad vibe.”
Nigel rubbed her chin.
“Well… vibes are important, right?”
Allen rubbed his own chin.
“I instantly liked your vibe—that’s why I wanted to be friends with you!”
“…Really?”
“Yep! Seriously! I’ve got great intuition, you know!”
Though Nigel found Allen’s persistent friendliness somewhat annoying, she didn’t actually feel bad about it.
Maybe it was because his soft features and gentle look reminded her of the orphans back at the orphanage?
“Fine. Then let’s go to my seat now. Oh, and you said you’d carry my luggage, right?”
“…”
Allen stiffened slightly, then picked up the luggage he’d just set down again.
“Hah… Haah… W-we’re… finally here…!”
Allen placed the bag down inside the compartment.
‘Nice.’
Nigel glanced around the second-class cabin and thought to herself.
Unlike third-class compartments, which housed four people, second-class cabins were shared by only two.
Decent meals were served at every mealtime, and the spacious armchair attached to the cabin wall transformed into a bed at night.
“…I did say second-class would probably be tough.”
…This damn guy.
Nigel’s train ticket in her pocket crumpled once more.
“If it’s so uncomfortable, why don’t you just go sit in your own seat, huh?”
Nigel folded her arms and leaned against the cabin door as she spoke.
“Oh, of course I will!”
An unexpectedly cheerful reply came instantly.
His voice instantly dissolved Nigel’s complaint into nothing.
“Let’s hurry to my seat, Nigel!”
Allen grinned and gave Nigel a firm push from behind.
“…Here we are!”
After chattering nonstop and walking straight ahead, Allen finally stopped.
Just how impressive was this place to cause such a fuss?
Nigel narrowed her eyes and glanced disapprovingly at the door.
‘…It really is different.’
She had no choice but to admit it.
The wooden door had a distinctly different sheen and pattern from any she’d seen before—sheen and patterns bestowed by money.
“Welcome to my cabin!”
The wooden door slid open smoothly without a single creak.
“…!”
Nigel’s eyes widened at the glimpse of the cabin interior beyond Allen.
First to catch her eye was the dazzling crystal chandelier, and beneath it, cream-colored curtains shimmering in the light—upon closer inspection, intricate golden-thread patterns were delicately embroidered into them.
A warm-toned leather sofa so inviting you could almost feel its softness just by looking, an ornate wooden table in front of it, an antique mahogany sideboard displaying fine wines and glasses, and bookshelves filled with rare volumes she’d only ever heard of by name…
She felt dizzy trying to decide what to look at first.
This cabin was, frankly speaking, drenched in money—soaked to the point of excess.
“Nigel? What are you doing standing at the door? Come in already.”
Allen gently guided the motionless, blinking Nigel inside.
Then he plopped down heavily onto the leather sofa.
“You sit down too, quick.”
Allen patted the sofa eagerly.
Following Allen’s lead, Nigel carefully leaned back onto the sofa—and instantly, the supple leather enveloped her body in comfort.
It was the kind of sensation that made your eyes drift shut and sleep creep in unbidden.
‘…So this is what money tastes like.’
In that moment, she understood—just a tiny bit—why Allen had said such nonsense.
To someone used to sitting on sofas like this as casually as eating a meal, a second-class mattress would feel harder than a stone floor.
“Allen, who are you sharing this cabin with?”
For the first time that day, Nigel’s voice came out unusually soft.
This was the same tone she only ever used in Tilin when bargaining with shopkeepers at the market.
“Oh, this place? Just me. It’s our family’s private cabin. Oh right—I haven’t even offered you tea as a guest!”
Allen sprang up noisily from the sofa and pulled a tea set out from the sideboard.
“It’s still chilly out, right? Wait a moment—this tea has the most delightful aroma.”
Inside the cabin, it wasn’t cold at all; in fact, if not for the howling wind outside the window, one wouldn’t even guess it was February.
Just as she was about to ask where he’d get hot water, steam began gently rising from the teapot.
“…”
Even the humble teapot was enchanted with an expensive heating spell.
Apparently, she’d stumbled upon an unimaginably wealthy individual.
“Here, take your tea. It’s steeped perfectly. Add milk or sugar to your liking, friend!”
Though reluctant, Nigel accepted the cup and took a sip.
It was ingrained in her from living in the frigid North—a custom never to refuse tea offered by a host.
“…Not bad.”
Though Nigel didn’t usually enjoy tea, the fragrant brew made her empty her cup faster than usual.
Delighted, Allen eagerly refilled her cup and piled her plate high with desserts.
‘I’ll just drink the tea and leave. Only the tea.’
As Nigel poured herself a third cup, she thought.
[This is the timeline separator]Nigel, who had only intended to drink tea and leave, now found herself fully reclined on the sofa, legs stretched out on a footstool, reading a book in perfect comfort.
A thick, soft woolen blanket—placed there by Allen—was draped over her body.
Every dessert Allen had offered had vanished without a trace, leaving only colorful crumbs in the dishes as evidence.
‘…Is a person shaped more by their environment or by their individual nature…? Obviously, individual nature outweighs environment… Wait.’
Nigel paused mid-reading and blinked.
Sitting up slightly, she drew back the curtain—and saw that the hazy, lightless sky of morning had vanished, replaced by bright sunlight stinging her eyes.
Lunchtime was approaching.
Nigel reluctantly peeled off the cozy woolen blanket.
“Oh, if you find that book boring, want mine instead?”
Allen closed the famous mystery novel he’d been reading and offered it to her.
“No, I was just about to head back to my seat.”
“What?? You’re leaving already?”
Allen shot up from the sofa.
“We haven’t even played a game of chess or had a proper chat yet! You’re really leaving like this?”
“Yeah, two hours is already pretty long. I should get back, unpack, and eat lunch.”
“Then just eat here—what’s the problem?”
Allen’s confident tone made Nigel pause mid-motion.
“What would you like to eat, Nigel? Just say the word. Anything’s possible—well, not me cooking, of course! Our chef will make it!”
…Blink. Blink.
The words “anything” and “chef” struck a chord deep in Nigel’s heart.
Quietly, she tucked her crumpled train ticket into the farthest corner of her pocket.
…She’d stay just until lunch. Really.
[This is the timeline separator]Nigel set her knife and fork neatly onto the plate, having cleaned every last bite of dessert.
Then she glanced subtly behind her.
‘…Just who is that person, and why do they keep staring at me?’
Though she hadn’t shown it outwardly—thanks to Allen being nearby—she’d felt a strong gaze from behind the cabin door the entire meal.
“…Sebastian? What are you doing there?”
Just then, Allen spotted the figure behind the door.
Swish.
The door opened smoothly, revealing a man in his sixties, exuding dignified grace.
He was unmistakably the same person who’d served lunch to Nigel and Allen.
“Oh dear—I was merely watching quietly out of curiosity about young master’s friend, but I’ve been caught after all. My name is Sebastian, Allen young master’s personal attendant.”
He gave Nigel a gentle smile, placed a hand over his chest, and bowed politely.
Even if she felt uneasy, she couldn’t skip thanking someone who’d served her such a wonderful meal.
“Thank you, Mr. Sebastian. It was delicious.”
Sebastian’s eyes widened slightly in admiration, then he eagerly grasped Nigel’s hand.
“It is my greatest honor that you, Miss Nigel, enjoyed my cooking so thoroughly! Please, just call me Sebastian!”
His voice, unlike when describing dishes, carried a strangely excited lilt.
Well—it was understandable. Anyone who’d shared a meal with Allen could guess why.
Allen didn’t seem to particularly enjoy food; just like during tea time, he spent more time talking than actually chewing and swallowing.
‘Such a brilliant chef… stuck with Allen of all people…’
A deep sense of pity welled up from within her.
“Then please just call me Nigel.”
“Why, that’s the easiest thing in the world.”
Having found common ground, the two exchanged warm smiles without hesitation.
“…Am I seeing things? Why does Nigel seem friendlier with Sebastian than with me?”
A grumble slipped out from Allen’s pouting lips.
“You’re sharper than you look, huh?”
“Naaaiiiigel!”
Allen’s lips stuck out even further.
“Now that I think about it—why are you so obsessed with becoming friends with me, anyway?”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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The praise for Nigel is growing at the academy; let’s see how this highly talented girl fares there and develops a good relationship with Noah.
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