I Became the Youngest Sister-in-law of the Ruined Reverse Harem’s Male Leads - Chapter 11

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“Why are you here?”

“Ah.”

The person crouched in a corner of the library reading a thesis was none other than Francois Cassel.

His brilliant silver hair was so striking that he stood out even tucked away in the corner.

“The National Library of Trowance Specialized in Magic and Abilities is every mage’s dream. But what brings you here on a weekend?”

“Does studying distinguish between weekdays and weekends? What thesis is that?”

When Emilia asked, Francois held up the thesis collection to show her the cover.

After quickly checking the topic, Emilia let out a short exclamation of “Oh.”

“You seem very interested in the healing field. There are many better theses than that though – shall I recommend some?”

“I’d appreciate recommendations.”

“Then let’s go to Section C. There are more reference-worthy theses over there.”

Emilia led Francois to the relevant section.

She skillfully found theses and stacked them neatly in his hands.

Francois checked the titles of the theses that had filled his arms and asked.

“You seem interested in this field too?”

“Sedation and purification aren’t my areas of interest.”

Francois’s eyebrows shot up.

At his silent question of how she knew the field he was researching without him being specific, she flashed her characteristically refreshing smile.

“That thesis you were reading earlier – its main topic was healing mind and body through sedation and purification effects. I had a hunch, and it seems you really are interested in it?”

Emilia’s eyes sparkled with intelligence and her voice was full of confidence.

Francois looked at her with interest.

“I’m looking at it for reference in a similar context.”

“Is that so? If it’s just for reference, I don’t need to recommend my own thesis then?”

“No. I’d appreciate recommendations. But that’s for next time. Outsiders can only borrow 8 theses total. Even with recommendations today, I can’t borrow them all.”

“Alright then.”

Once the thesis recommendations were finished, Emilia nodded slightly, saying she’d go take care of her own business.

Watching Emilia walk away without lingering despite facing such a breathtakingly beautiful man, Francois suddenly found himself reaching out to stop her without thinking.

“What is it?”

“Aren’t you hungry? Since you recommended theses, and as a way to ask for your continued favor, I’d like to buy you a meal.”

“Well. Thanks aren’t necessary.”

“Then how about we have a meal together as industry colleagues to build rapport?”

“If that’s what it is, I’d like that.”

In truth, Francois wasn’t hungry.

His purpose wasn’t a meal from the start, but building connections with Emilia Berchio.

Though the method was underhanded, Emilia seemed like quite a useful talent.

She was knowledgeable enough to converse with him and, being a Trowance native, was well-versed in local affairs.

Most importantly, she was the sister of ‘Andrea Berchio.’

Francois, who had made an unbreakable deal with Andrea Berchio.

Since keeping her close would do no harm, Francois flashed the bright smile he’d used when charming other women.

“I’ll buy the meal.”

When Francois smiled like this, women would lose themselves and be unable to look away from him.

Francois knew his own face well.

He had looks where beautiful and handsome coexisted, with brilliant silver hair and striking golden eyes.

Add to that his bewitching atmosphere and deep, sultry gaze that attracted favor regardless of gender.

So when Emilia’s gaze fixed on him, he believed without doubt that she had fallen for him like all the others.

But Emilia subtly contorted her face and irritably turned her head away sharply.

Seeing this, Francois realized that unlike before, something was going wrong.

“That’s quite an unpleasant smile.”

“…Unpleasant?”

“I’ve been wanting to correct this from earlier – don’t call me ‘you,’ call me Emilia. If the name’s too long, Mila is fine too.”

“What?”

Francois was genuinely flustered.

Emilia let out a deep sigh and irritably ran her fingers through her hair.

“If you want to have a meal together, at least call me by my proper name. And.”

Emilia suddenly approached and stared directly at Francois.

What appeared on her lips was a crooked smile. A mocking one at that.

“You’re not my type, so acting so obviously won’t work on me. So pick one. Either find out what you need to know so we can use each other, or keep putting effort into seduction that won’t work.”

The moment eyes filled with contempt rather than flutter looked at him, Francois realized he had met a formidable opponent after a very long time.

* * *

When I returned from the bathroom, the atmosphere at the table seemed strange.

Edith had a stiff expression, and Leopold was silently chewing his food.

Only Marius smiled brightly when he saw me.

“Little one. Is there anything you want to do after we finish eating?”

“After eating? I should have snacks!”

“After you finish all your snacks?”

“After I finish all my snacks, umm…”

I glanced at Edith beside me as I answered.

“Lilliana wants to go see the circus.”

Edith disliked me going to crowded places.

She accepted kindergarten as unavoidable since I needed to socialize with children my age, but places like circuses were different.

Worried I might catch minor illnesses from bumping into various people, she had practically banned theaters, amusement parks, and such places.

When Edith stared at me silently without saying anything, my conscience pricked and I avoided her gaze.

Marius, who was beside me, patted my head and said.

“The circus sounds good. Let’s go. Uncle will show you the circus.”

“Really? You promise?”

Once going to see the circus was decided, I eagerly wanted to finish eating and even chomped down the broccoli I usually wouldn’t touch.

But what’s this? Unlike me who quickly emptied my plate, my sisters and Marius hadn’t finished their meals.

‘I even ate broccoli because I wanted to go quickly!’

I waited restlessly, swinging my feet, for the meal to end.

Perhaps because my heart had already left for the circus, I couldn’t hear the conversation my sisters and the male leads were having.

When I became unbearably bored and my patience ran out, I twisted my body and poked Edith’s side.

Eventually, I had no choice but to lean my face against Marius’s arm.

“Very bored?”

“I want to see the fire show too… Vicky bragged so much about seeing the circus troupe’s fire show.”

“Really? We definitely have to go see the circus today. Our little one is bored, so let’s get up soon.”

“Gasp! Uncle. I’m a little moved.”

I covered my mouth and looked up at Marius. Just then, sunlight streaming through the window behind him flashed like a halo.

In this moment, Marius is my hero. At my admiring gaze, he lifted his chin proudly.

I jumped up and ran out of the Dining Hall.

“Hurry! Let’s go quickly!”

I grabbed and pulled the hand of Liliana who followed me belatedly, but she didn’t seem inclined to walk quickly.

Frustrated, I left my sisters behind and ran ahead.

“Lilliana, it’s dangerous to go alone like that. Hold sister’s hand!”

Edith called to me from behind, but I pretended not to hear.

I did pause occasionally when I saw accessory stalls, but the circus was my priority.

Quickly shaking off my little sister’s hand as she tried to grab me once more, I was in the midst of rapidly crossing the street.

“Lilliana!”

“Liliana!”

My sisters’ piercing screams echoed through the air.

Only then did I see the carriage charging toward me at full speed.

Seeing a horse with legs as tall as I was running frantically toward me, my body froze stiff.

It was too close—there seemed to be no way to avoid it.

‘So this life ends here.’

I just hoped dying wouldn’t hurt too much. And I hoped my sisters wouldn’t cry too much either.

With that thought, I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the pain to come.

* * *

To Emilia, “this kind of person” meant many things.

Someone who was amusing to watch, but also made you wonder why they lived that way…

“Kind of pathetic too?”

Francois frowned at Emilia’s choice of words.

She paid no mind to Francois’s reaction and picked up a freshly made french fry to eat.

“Bold choice of words.”

“Well, you were being bold trying to seduce me, so I’m just responding accordingly.”

When Emilia pointed at herself with the french fry as she added that, Francois let out a hollow laugh.

Unlike other women, Emilia didn’t show interest in him or try to catch his attention—she was fed up with him instead.

“How did you know I had something to find out from you—no, from Miss?”

“How did I know? There’s no one in Trobancha with a brain like mine, so naturally I figured as much.”

When Emilia suddenly dropped the formal speech, Francois’s eyebrows twitched.

She replied cynically.

“What? You’re speaking casually to me, so why can’t I do the same?”

“…Fine. Speak comfortably.”

Just like in the library earlier, his usual charm tactics really didn’t seem to work on Emilia.

‘What an unusual girl. I’ve rarely encountered cases like this.’

Since he had planned to find out various things through Emilia, this situation was problematic in many ways.

Just then, his eyes met with a woman sitting at a table behind Emilia.

Francois habitually flashed a gentle smile at the woman, and she blushed and averted her gaze.

As expected. It wasn’t that his charm was lacking—Emilia Berkio was just a formidable opponent.

Thinking this as he turned his gaze back to her, Emilia was glaring at him with an expression that could only be described as disgusted.

She spoke with a completely fed-up look.

“Could you not do that in front of me? It’s making me nauseous.”

“Nauseous? That won’t do.”

Thud. Emilia irritably slammed down the water she’d been drinking on the table.

Francois shrugged as if asking what the problem was and winked.

In this short time, Francois had definitely figured Emilia out.

Not only did charm tactics not work on Emilia, but if he tried threatening her, she’d be the type to openly fight back.

So there was no need to keep wearing his nice-guy mask any longer.

“You should carry antacids from now on. Or build up your tolerance. But you’re quite the sunfish, aren’t you?”

Sunfish.

He had no idea he would bitterly regret calling her a sunfish years later when he said those words.

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