They appeared abruptly not long after.

On a disgustingly bright and clear day, unlike when they brought the child.

“I’m Rose Asila. I’m sorry, but I was feeling a bit unwell, so please excuse me…”

“Rose.”

“Ron, but how can I face your wife with any dignity? Don’t do this.”

Standing quietly and watching them, Erina seemed invisible as the two openly called each other by pet names and acted lovey-dovey, not knowing what to do.

Rose was lovely even to Erina’s eyes.

Her cotton candy-like fluffy pink hair was full of curls, adding to her loveliness. With green eyes like dew-laden leaves, rosy and fresh cheeks and lips, and a delicate figure that instinctively evoked a protective instinct, she was clearly the female protagonist, Rose Asila.

Rose’s small frame, nestled in Peiron’s tall stature and broad shoulders, naturally aroused a protective instinct.

The sight of Rose with her lovely colors standing next to Peiron with his dazzlingly brilliant silver hair and scarlet eyes was like a beautiful painting.

Even with Erina standing right in front of them, the two were too busy embracing and whispering to each other to care.

The way they looked at each other seemed so affectionate, as if honey would drip if touched.

Their closeness was excessive, as if they wouldn’t allow anything to come between them.

Erina felt chills and nausea at the sight of them acting as if they were the only two people in the world.

“Rose will be staying at this mansion from now on.”

Peiron, firmly embracing Rose’s shoulders, glared at Erina standing opposite them with a wary look.

Leaning on Peiron and tightly grasping his hand, Rose pretended to avoid Erina’s gaze while observing her expression.

“Until she recovers?”

“No.”

Erina, who had expected to throw a tantrum with a distorted face, was calm.

From her unreadable expression to her straight back and neat appearance.

Peiron’s lips twisted at her completely unexpected demeanor.

When did she stop clinging so obsessively, and since when had Erina stepped back and looked at him like this, as if she didn’t care about him?

Somehow, Peiron didn’t like that look and wanted to distort Erina’s doll-like face.

“This woman is the person I love. She’ll continue to stay at this mansion from now on.”

Erina was dumbfounded seeing Peiron proudly talk about his affair in front of his legal wife.

“You should understand and embrace Rose. Rose has come here understanding everything. So.”

She couldn’t stand it anymore.

“…stop.”

“What?”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

Surprised by Erina’s quietly uttered scathing tone, both of their eyes widened round.

Erina closed her eyes tightly and sighed at the words that had finally burst out.

From the moment she realized she was in a novel, she had firmly resolved to live well as ‘Erina Eols’.

She had thrown away all her feelings for Peiron, quietly listened to her mother-in-law’s unreasonable demands, and tried to be a good daughter-in-law.

She had lived holding onto the faint hope that someday Peiron would clear up the misunderstanding and they could live like any other noble couple.

Erina had countless nights of swallowing her tears in front of the mirror, trying to understand the hatred and distrust born from misaligned misunderstandings.

But now she was sick of even looking at her neatly trimmed nails that she always kept short for fear of hurting her tightly clenched hands from holding back.

It was certainly strange not to become a villainess after hearing such refreshingly insane words.

Erina recalled how the original Erina had faced this moment in the original work.

She seemed to have been hurt by Peiron’s actions and unable to refute those ridiculous words.

Did she collapse after crying in the place they had left her behind?

The original Erina had been unable to recover from the shock of Peiron’s appalling behavior, who had not crossed the line despite their political marriage.

“Hah…”

Now the original work didn’t matter anymore.

To hell with the plan of Erina finding stability and living well as ‘Erina Eols’.

“Excuse me, Count.”

“Now…”

“Do you even know what you just said to me?”

“Erina!”

“Oh, I have a legal wife from a political marriage, but I’ve found a new adulterous love. She said she understands me who married unavoidably. So wife, you should worship this noble love too.”

Erina mocked the dumbfounded Peiron.

“Ah, what nonsense is this, you ask? Woof woof!”

“Erina!”

“It’s dog talk.”

Erina laughed loudly at Peiron, who could only call her name repeatedly without refuting her words, and Rose, who had turned pale.

“Hahaha!”

Erina felt her gloomy head and heart clearing up like the bright weather visible behind them.

It was stupid to think things would change someday, arrogantly believing she knew the original work.

She couldn’t understand what had possessed her to make such a foolish choice and live wearing ill-fitting clothes.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Erina’s lingering attachment, which had remained for a while due to her foolish choice, fell away from her like a shed skin that had served its purpose.

“I sincerely support your love of the century.”

If God had set a lifespan for Erina, if she couldn’t change the main settings of the original work, her life didn’t have much left.

Live the rest of her life, which should be nothing but joyful, listening to nonsense next to these two disgusting people?

No way.

“M-Madam!”

“Yes, Lady Asila.”

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. Because I love this person.”

It was Rose, keenly observing Erina’s inscrutable expression and the servants looking on with shocked faces.

Erina stared at Rose’s affected face and didn’t hold back her laughter.

“No, that’s not a reason to be sorry.”

“Then… are you forgiving us?”

“Rose, what are you saying.”

Peiron, who had come to his senses by now, seemed displeased that Rose was lowering herself so much to seek forgiveness from Erina.

“But the madam is right. I…”

Tears started to well up in her round, lovely eyes.

“Why should you be sorry for that! We simply loved each other. Don’t try to say such things!”

“Acting all high and mighty.”

Erina stopped trying to hold back the words in her heart as she always had.

There seemed to be no need to consider Peiron’s feelings in such an insane situation.

“You really!”

“Oh my, did my thoughts come out as words? I’m so sorry.”

As Peiron was about to get angry, Erina covered her mouth with one hand and smiled at them with her eyes crinkled.

“Stop it, Erina. If you go any further.”

“What if I go further? Is the noble Count going to raise a hand against me in front of all these people?”

Erina’s golden eyes glinted coldly as she tilted her head, as if waiting for his next words.

Erina clicked her tongue as she looked at Peiron trembling with rage.

This level of criticism was everyday for Erina, yet he was shaking with anger over just this much.

“That’s enough now.”

It really was enough now.

Erina will no longer hold onto the belief that her husband will someday look back at her.

She will no longer hope that they could someday have a normal married life like others.

“There’s no need to be sorry, Lady Asila.”

Because I’m going to take everything you were meant to have.

Erina smiled brightly at the two who were looking at her uneasily.

Whether they bicker and share their love of the century or not, Erina will do her best to live well.

Even if it means snatching away all the incredible coincidences meant for that candy-sweet looking lady, even if it means ruining Peiron whom she had briefly held in her heart before knowing the original work.

She will take everything Rose was meant to have and destroy everything Peiron has built.

She will ruin these two who try to package their dirty affair as love and make Erina the villainess, and the Eols family who try to confine and wither Erina.

Erina turned her back on the two.

The sky that had been gloomy just a few days ago was excessively clear today.

The sky blue without a single cloud, the warmly shining sun, and the gentle breeze felt like a picture.

Erina felt good, as if even the weather was blessing her future.

“Erina!”

Ignoring Peiron calling her name loudly, Erina headed to her room.

No matter how loudly he called, Erina Eols who used to stand quietly trying to get his attention was no more.

Erina tried to calm her excited heart as she returned to her room, going over the things she needed to do in her mind.

But both Erina’s thoughts and steps soon came to a halt.

It was because she spotted a small child at the end of the corridor, trembling and staring at her while holding onto the wall.

It was that child whose name she had seen in the documents yesterday.

Revil Eols.

Just before signing the documents to accept him as the heir, Erina had stared at that name for a long time.

She couldn’t tell if it was the name he had used at the orphanage or a new name Peiron had given him, but somehow it had caught her eye.

The child’s presence in the original work was minimal.

An orphan taken in as the heir, a small and quiet child with light brown hair and scarlet eyes resembling Peiron.

There was a brief description of the child at the beginning, but Erina couldn’t clearly remember what happened to the child after the female lead entered the mansion, Erina was driven out, and they held a wedding.

Erina will leave this mansion.

Whether it will be next year, next month, or tomorrow, even she didn’t know.

What will happen to that child who still lingers in her mind?

Erina felt a slight dizziness.

The memory of Erina standing and swallowing her tears while her uncle and his wife rejoiced in taking over the Medelia family, and the faint recollection of her past life, jumbled up her mind.

Feeling Erina’s gaze, Revil quickly entered his room.

Erina’s mind became complicated once again.