I had told her to have fun with the leader and subtly inquire about the wandering shaman Gypsy. I wondered if the maids had succeeded.
I awkwardly nodded at the brownhaired boy.
(Time separator)
The fun breadmaking time was over.
The boys across from me were laughing, their faces covered in flour.
The boy who had been next to the leader ran up to me.
“Will you come again tomorrow?”
“…Yes!”
I nodded vigorously.
My pigtails swung along with my nodding.
The boy in front of me sighed with mixed admiration, and the eyes of the gypsies sparkled.
Everyone looked at me with envious eyes.
At first, I didn’t know, but surprisingly, these Gypsy boys seemed more innocent than I thought.
Except for two.
The leader and the brownhaired boy.
…These two had clearly crossed an uncrossable river.
Seeing Deadri, who stood frozen behind the leader, I felt the leader had whispered something to her; perhaps a door in her heart had opened a little.
‘…You’ve really made me curious.’
I waved my hand lightly.
“Let’s go distribute the bread now!”
I filled my arms with bread and placed it on a tray.
Now, more than the children’s antics, I need to find a wonderful shaman!
Just as I clenched my fist, the leader spoke to me.
“Hey.”
His voice was still rough, a bit curt, but he looked at me, who was looking back puzzled, with a faint smile.
“…Thanks for making good memories for our kids, Cien Mirmode.”
I never introduced my name to the leader. How did he know?
“Huh…”
I blinked my eyes and nodded.
He laughed clearly.
“Let’s go give out the bread to the people in the streets. They will all love it.”
I nodded…
The atmosphere is gradually becoming more amicable!
I should ask what happened when we get a little closer in spirit.
As I got to know more about the backgrounds of the orphanage’s Gypsy children, my plan was to locate a shaman.
And the first step of that plan.
Small talk, of course!
I looked at the bearshaped bread in his hand, a smile on my lips.
“Wow! Did you make this bearshaped bread…? Cute!”
However, he looked at me with a shocked expression.
“This is… Castella…?”
…I froze, a similarly shocked look on my face.
I wondered how such a holeriddled bearshaped bread could possibly be considered castella.
It felt like the emotional distance between us had grown a little wider.
However, that commander…
“…Bearshaped bread.”
It looked like it could be fun to tease him.
I smiled slyly at him and turned my head. It was really time to share some bread.
(This is a time separator.)
The alleyway was a bit grimy and rundown.
A fluffy tray was placed there.
On it were soft, delicioussmelling bread. Some were misshapen, thanks to the clumsy commander, but they were fresh and tasty.
“Take some bread!”
“It’s free, free!”
Free bread.
Naturally, the poor Gypsies sitting around in the alley were intrigued.
“Is that real?”
“Aren’t those the kids from the orphanage at the corner?”
The Gypsies all stood up, greedily eyeing the bread. Thoughts of overpowering those young kids to take all the bread crossed their minds.
“Grab and run.”
“Hey, look there.”
A Gypsy’s hand moved towards the scruffy maids.
“…R, restrain.”
Fortunately, their wicked fantasies were quickly dissolved by the armed knights and muscular maids around the orphanage children.
“Yeah… T, take one each.”
This was a mindset strong against the weak but weak against the strong.
The Gypsies lined up systematically and took one bread each.
Siene looked at the faces of each Gypsy, trying to identify characters from the original work.
‘But there seems to be no shaman here.’
They were all scruffy, with black hair… black skin, and no spots above their lips.
I sighed.
‘I guess I have to befriend these Gypsies to gather underground information.’
I thought about going through the Information Guild, but Gypsies are free spirits; they wouldn’t fall into the guild’s net.
I kept on distributing bread while pondering this.
One consolation was that people were grateful.
“You’re doing good, kid.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never seen someone with pink hair.”
“Huh?”
“It means you’re cute.”
Kindfaced grandmothers would sometimes pass by, looking at me fondly. I diligently distributed bread, my cheeks flushed.
I haven’t found a clue about a shaman yet.
I couldn’t find a plan to capture Axel Mirmode.
I could see my lifeline dwindling, but oddly enough, I felt proud. I wiped my forehead with a smile.
Just when the bread was about to run out, the maids went inside the orphanage to get more.
Some latearriving Gypsies erupted with anger.
“Are you a noble? Feeling sorry for us?”
“This bread lacks taste.”
The Gypsies approached me, sneering and cursing.
In the process, they knocked the large tray I was holding, and a bread rolled onto the ground.
I looked at them calmly, unfazed.
However, the other children were different. Seeing the bread they had worked so hard to make roll onto the ground, the orphanage children’s eyes shook intensely.
They were hurt.
Ted, who had been observing the situation, approached my side and brandished his knife threateningly at the gypsies.
“Step back. I will tolerate this no longer.”
“Ha! A great noble indeed, even brought a knight along. Spit!”
As I saw him spit onto the ground, I bit my lip.
“I don’t need your damned sympathy, got it?”
Standing still, I spoke to them.
“Annie!”
“…What is it?”
Their expressions twisted maliciously.
“It’s just, my own feeling.”
“…What? There’s no such thing.”
“I’m giving because I want to give. So take it if you want to. It’s not out of sympathy.”
The gypsies snickered.
They didn’t take the bread I offered, just turned their heads away.
“…Hey, let’s go.”
“Know that we’re sparing you because of the knight.”
Not taking the bread despite its pleasant smell, I read it as a sign they really didn’t like it.
The captain cautiously approached me, who had become a bit sullen.
The same person who had looked at me coldly earlier, and who had told me to “go away” when we first met, was looking somewhat more docile now.
“…Cien Mirmod.”
“Hm?”
“…You’ve got some guts.”
Upon hearing this, Leonhart came to mind.
I tilted my head as I looked at the captain calling my name.
Then the captain lowered his voice and asked.
“Still curious?”
“…Huh?”
“Why I beat that guy.”
His attitude still seemed intense.
I looked at the brownhaired boy entering the orphanage.
“Yes, I’m curious.”
I deemed it worth asking at least once.
He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair.
However, his gaze was undoubtedly wavering.
As if he were worried about how I would react.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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