Could this too have been planned?
He kissed the back of my hand.
“The marriage will happen after breaking the curse.”
According to imperial law, a madman was not allowed to marry. That was the reason he proposed an engagement instead.
The red diamond sparkled in the autumn sun.
The moment I went from being a children’s nurse to a count’s fiancée had arrived.
(This is a time separator.)
Autumn passed and early winter arrived.
The outside was cold, but the castle warmed by the heated floor was cozy.
Around the afternoon, I went down to the kitchen.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Michael. He was learning how to cook from Babito.
“Now, don’t cut the root of the onion, but turn it around… Ah, future madam!”
“Has sisterinlaw arrived?”
Upon discovering me, the two looked up together.
A title that felt awkward no matter how often I heard it.
Ignoring it made the ring on my left finger feel heavy.
It was accurate, leaving no way to escape.
“Hm, how is the class going?”
“The knife work is quite good. Initially, we all worried you would lose a finger.”
When Michael first stormed into the kitchen, everyone was uncomfortable.
But each person is different; his gentle manner and desire to learn soon won over all the servants.
‘His looks must’ve played a part too.’
With that pretty face asking, ‘How do you do this?,’ ‘And how about that?,’ who could dislike him?
Moreover, Michael did not avoid even the miners.
At first, it was surprising, but this too turned into a compliment toward Cassard and me.
“That’s good.”
As I nodded, Michael responded shyly.
“I can’t be as good as sisterinlaw, but… I want to become a good chef.”
Michael’s fine hands were marred with burns and scars.
But his expression appeared truly happy.
Seeing that gap made me feel complicated.
‘Is this okay?’
Is it really fine for the male protagonist’s dream to be a chef?
This isn’t job discrimination.
‘The original story is getting strange.’
That was the issue.
“Um, sisterinlaw, may I ask what that is?”
“This? Ah, this.”
“I’ve been curious for a while…”
What Michael was asking about was the teddy bear hanging at my waist.
It was placed there because my pockets were full, and every time I moved, I got asked that question.
“I got it as a gift from Cassard. It’s cute, so I’m carrying it.”
“True love indeed.”
He had been learning neologisms from Louis and Evan.
It was unclear who was the nanny and who was the child, but fortunately, they got along well.
“Continue then, I’ll be going.”
“Take care!”
A bow with a 90degree waist bend.
It felt more like a mob boss than a future madam.
I left the kitchen to clear my head.
‘Let’s leave it as it is for now.’
What more could one say to a person who had fully adapted to the castle?
When the protagonist appears, meeting the two should somehow work out.
As I walked quickly, the silver chain around my neck seemed to tangle, making the necklace sway.
Returning to the room, I adjusted the chain.
At the end of it hung a transparent rod, filled to about onefifth with a yellow light.
It was a gem for gauging magical power, given to me by Hayangi.
[You should think about replenishing your magic quickly.]Standing still, Hayangi spoke to me.
[Fill this up, and I can take you outside.]“I know.”
I’ve heard it dozens of times already.
‘I need to do something more.’
I was already making good money from the ‘Choco Pie Shop’ and the ‘Makgeolli Shop.’
The profits were nearly explosive, so I didn’t feel like doing anything more.
‘Still, I haven’t just done business.’
Magic was basically the recognition level of items from another world.
Someone using the products I brought would recharge my magic, so business was the easiest.
“How much magic is generated by doing business?”
[It varies depending on how much influence you have in the other world.]Hayangi rolled her eyes.
The sight of the teddy bear’s green gem eyes spinning was almost like a horror movie.
[If you make something that everyone naturally uses, a necessity, your magic would probably fill up by about half.]“It’s trickier than I thought.”
The quantity of items was too limited to easily increase their usage and recognition.
[Ah, yes. I forgot to give you this.]“Huh?”
Three cards appeared in the teddy bear’s hand at that moment.
As I took the yellow card, it clumsily read ‘Magic Card for You.’
“……What’s this, some kind of toy?”
[This is a magic card!]Hayangi shouted as if insisting I shouldn’t ignore it.
[You can get this when you change the fate of a main character.]“Wait, by main character, you mean Kashar and the twins?”
[Yes. With this, you can buy special magical items.]You can’t even buy them with money, Hayangi grumbled.
But I was caught up in something else.
“So, it’s okay to keep changing the story?”
Isn’t it that the world would end if I didn’t stick to the original story?
As I widened my eyes, Hayangi muttered softly.
[Changing it would be better for you.]“Why?”
[The ending… won’t work.]“What won’t work?”
I asked again about the ending, but Hayangi said something offtopic.
[When the rod in the necklace is about halffilled, I’ll answer one of your questions.]In the end, she wouldn’t answer me straightforwardly.
‘Influencing matters.’
A new business. This time it should be something everyone naturally uses.
‘Should I ask for advice?’
I was hesitant to discuss business with Freesia; I needed someone else.
“Ah, right.”
Turning my head, I saw the stationary.
I had intended to contact Jeiana but didn’t have time.
‘Jeiana. She’s pretty knowledgeable in social circles and business.’
It might help to discuss things at the castle.
Without hesitation, I started writing a letter.
(This is a time marker.)
A week after sending the letter, Jeiana was invited to the mansion.
“Welcome, Jeiana.”
“I was curious about how grand the mansion is, so I came.”
Though she said that, her face looked happy to be invited.
It was just when I had brought Jeiana into the mansion.
“Sisterinlaw! I baked a pie, would you like to….”
“……Prince Mikael of the 7th?”
The two stared at each other, frozen.
A moment later, Jeiana asked me incredulously.
“Aileen, are you a royal collector?”
I had been misunderstood by my guest.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
