TMLWMM Episode 3

 

The fatigue of last night set in.

My shoulders were stiff and tense, and my whole body ached from dealing with people for hours. Roselle was widely known in the social world.

Her peers envied and loved her.

In fact, Roselle was also quite good-looking, which is why she attracted people around her.

Like a queen bee of the social world, Roselle’s acceptance of the female protagonist helped her adapt quickly.

Dealing with people who were acquainted with Roselle was also quite a daunting task.

I rolled over in bed and got up.

 

“Miss, the Count is looking for you.”

 

A maid with green eyes and dark auburn hair urged me. Her name was embroidered on her chest. Jane.

 

“The Count seems to be in a very bad mood, and I think you should go quickly. Did something happen at the banquet last night? The maids say that the Countess was up all night crying.”

 

…… I guess I’m the only one in this house who slept well.

But it’s because my engagement was not announced yesterday. Why is that such a problem? I was a little troubled because I possessed at an ambiguous time. I scratched the bridge of my nose.

 

“Just put on your gown and hurry.”

 

Under Jane’s insistence, I left the room. Luckily, she escorted me all the way to the Count’s office. True to her word, the Count was impatiently looking for me.

His face was ashen, and his hands were shaking.

The room was filled with the smell of cigars, as if he had been smoking cigars all night.

When was it that smoking indoors was banned?

Ah, this isn’t South Korea.

I pinched my nose slightly.

The Count spoke up, oblivious to my reaction.

 

“I think you were talking to Reston yesterday. What did you talk about?”

“It wasn’t anything special.”

 

Ah, the nasal sound.

 

“You didn’t talk about the engagement? Yesterday, you and Reston were supposed to officially announce your engagement, but there was no news.”

“Have you spoken to the Dowager? From what Reston said, she thinks it was too early.”

 

I carefully observed the changes in the Count’s expression. I had only exchanged casual greetings with the Dowager yesterday.

I needed information about her.

The Count muttered bitterly.

 

“You damn raccoon of an old man. So this is how it comes to be. How dare you back out now?”

 

Hearing those words made my heart sink. What the heck? What’s going on? Please tell me.

The Count paced back and forth, looking unstable and full of anger. And before I could ask what was going on, the Count burst out.

 

“Do you remember when our guild decided to build a new tourist attraction and supplied wood to the Duke’s family?”

“Uh? Yes.”

 

I sensed that I probably knew much.

 

“Well, damn it, they found a historical remains there. The tourist development has been out of the water for a while! We went through the trouble of cutting down trees, leading to landslides that ruined the crops! Now that there is word that the Imperial Palace is investigating, the old raccoon has backed out!”

 

…… I think I’ve just heard something significant.

Could it be that the Count’s family is on the verge of ruin?

I haven’t heard anything about this.

 

“…… Then what will happen to us?”

 

Let’s just go with the original, please. Stick to the original!

 

“Well, it’s not like there’s no way out. Luckily, a distant relative happened to find a gold mine while farming. They’re offering to share a portion of the profits from the gold development in exchange for accepting their daughter as my foster child.”

 

At that moment, my heart raced.

Could this be about the female protagonist?

As expected, if you just stayed still, you’ll be halfway through! So that’s how it happened. That’s why Roselle’s family sponsored the heroine!

 

“That’s wonderful news, Father.”

“Well, that’s not it. We still have to sell wood to the Duke’s family, which is too much of a loss. Roselle, talk to Reston. He may not be easy either, but there should be a way.”

“…… Does it have to be Reston?”

“Of course! Didn’t you say since you were a kid that you’d never marry anyone unless it was Reston? Are you going to miss out on marrying him like this?”

“That’s too…….”

“Roselle. This is an order from the head of the family. Meet with Reston and resolve this issue.”

 

The Count hung up without even listening to me.

No, I think it’s good.

This could be an opportunity to rehabilitate Reston.

Still, I’m a little sad; the happy, carefree life of a pampered, warm-hearted slacker seems to be slipping away.

How did the original Roselle get through this crisis?

Please help me.

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

The Count of Loteroa sent me on my way after emphasizing several times that if this matter was not resolved, Loteroa would suffer great losses.

Roselle, are you just going to leave me like this?

I mean, if you were going to help me because I asked you to, you wouldn’t have given this body to me in the first place.

Moreover, since the Dowager of Chescant was involved, I need valid grounds to persuade not only Reston but also the Dowager in order to resolve it.

And it was clear that the original Roselle had succeeded.

If she had failed, the Count would have suffered a heavy blow. Though, it seems like a big blow right now. In any case, in the original work, Roselle was set up as “an extravagant young lady who grew up without lacking anything.” In addition, she was also quite smart and even led Lottera’s business ventures.

I thought she was a true “female friend” of an incredibly handsome male lead.

Ah, anyway.

The answer must be in the novel.

My literature teacher used to say that the answers lie within the text.

I reviewed the contents of the novel repeatedly.

Still, it’s the family that sponsored the female lead, there would have been a brief mention of the family’s problems.

 

“…… Roselle, Eileen. Eileen Spellin, Spellin’s Gold Mine, and the wood from Loteroa’s guild…… Ah!”

 

I remembered.

Loteroa handed off the remaining wood to the Spellin family. Viscount Spellin’s fell for Roselle’s insistence on building a resort hotel on Spelin’s territory for tourism.

The reason why this came to mind is that in the novel, “Eileen’s father was so absorbed in building a resort hotel that he had no interests in his daughter’s work” or “Viscount Spellin invested a great deal of his fortune to build a resort hotel. If he failed, Eileen would also suffer greatly.”

Eileen had been grateful to Roselle for that. A great aristocratic lady with a big heart caring about the affairs of the countryside.

No, but does this make sense?

The Spellin Estates were dominated by gold mines, mines, and rugged mountain ranges. A resort hotel there? Who would go to such a place?

To go to the resort hotel, it would have to appeal to the rich aristocrats, but there was no way they would be interested in mining or anything like that. Perhaps if it’s processed gems, it would have been different.

 

“Wow, Roselle…….”

 

I thought she was kind, but she’s actually a total scoundrel.

In the end, she gave Spellin the bomb that should have been Loteroa’s, winning the favor of the naïve heroine.

Of course, I want everything to be the way it was originally.

My goal in life was for the Loteroa to survive completely intact and for me to enjoy the YOLO life – living comfortably and experiencing the abundance that I had never felt before.

However, handing this bomb back to Spellin doesn’t sit well with me.

There must be another way.

There was an information dealer that Eileen often visited.

What was the dealer’s name again?

 

“…… Lindbergh.”

 

Since it appeared quite often, I could remember it right away. I should go to Lindbergh and find out more about it.

I needed to know something before I could devise a plan. I never thought this possession would be this hard before the original story began. If only I knew. Sigh.