My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3
When she first entered the reception room, Kesenor stifled a laugh.
‘The World Tree’s Companion? Her?’
Her caramel-toned hair framed pale green eyes that looked pitifully fragile.
Her face was small and round, her frame gaunt, her complexion colorless—pretty enough in a passing way, yet somehow melancholy in appearance.
She was nothing like what her grand title suggested.
But if she was truly the Companion, there was no room for hesitation.
‘If I tell her I’ll take her to my sister, she’ll come along, won’t she?’
Kesenor watched the bewildered Agnes, careful to hide his baser impulses.
‘Keep her from meeting any other candidates, and eventually she’ll have no choice but to choose me…….’
But then.
‘You have to treat her well this time. You mustn’t hurt her, and you mustn’t upset her.’
Amy’s words weighed on him.
‘If she said I have to treat her well “this time,” does that mean I didn’t before?’
Unaware that the man before her was strangling a desire that clawed at his throat, Agnes flushed crimson.
Despite hearing such extraordinary things—ancient documents, even a dragon—she seemed to think only of her sister.
“I don’t understand. Why didn’t she come back to me? She must have suffered all this time…….”
Murmuring to herself, she suddenly lifted her head and looked at Kesenor with desperate longing in her eyes.
“Do you have any idea where Amy might have gone?”
I wish I knew.
Kesenor suppressed his anxiety and reclined lazily against the sofa, shaking his head.
“I know only one thing: Amy went to find another husband candidate for you.”
He smiled at an angle, watching for her reaction.
“Whether you wish for it or not.”
* * *
In the north of the continent, in Celesta Territory.
The Magic Stone Quarry.
Agnes was sorting stones in that place, famous for its rich deposits of Magic Stone.
Her face was leaner and more hollow than she remembered it being.
The knuckles of her stone-sorting hands stood out sharply, and her face was smeared with dirt and dust.
Her beautiful caramel hair was hidden beneath a kerchief, pulled back tightly to keep it from falling loose.
Watching Agnes’s weary expression, Amy realized this was her dream.
‘Sister…….’
This was a scene she didn’t want to see. She’d worked so hard to avoid this kind of story—so why was she being shown this anyway?
Just then, a group of people approached from the distance.
Apparently they were people of high rank; the supervisors who spotted them rushed to clear a path.
“Leave it. They’re working—don’t disturb them.”
A tall, lean man with long black hair falling below his waist strode forward as he spoke.
‘Kesenor.’
Amy had already met him. He’d even told her where her sister was.
She’d chosen him because among the ‘Male Leads,’ she thought he’d be the most useful early on.
‘He’s a marquis, so he’s powerful, and he’s good with magic too—if anything happens, he’ll protect my sister.’
Yet Amy’s feelings toward him were far from kind.
Because despite his considerable abilities, he had never helped her sister with genuine sincerity.
He’d only ever treated her as a disposable commodity, useful when needed and discarded when not.
‘He was just a means to seize the world, that’s all.’
The moment Kesenor’s footsteps halted before Agnes, she startled and fumbled, sending the basket of sorted stones toppling over.
“You clumsy thing!”
A supervisor rounded on Agnes with a pale, angry face.
Agnes panicked and quickly dropped to her knees, scrambling to gather up the stones.
“I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it up right away…….”
“Never mind. There’s no need.”
The moment he said it, the stones scattered across the ground rose into the air. They settled obediently back into the basket of their own accord.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
“Wow……!”
“That’s the Lord’s magic!”
Agnes had never seen magic before. She stared in wonder, forgetting even to hide her face.
“You.”
Startled, Agnes quickly lowered her head.
But Kesenor’s interest lay not in her, but in the Magic Stones.
The Magic Stones in Agnes’s basket were all of superior quality compared to those the others had collected.
“You have a keen eye for these things.”
“Ah, yes! Despite some early mistakes, she’s the most skilled worker we have in the quarry. No one selects high-quality Magic Stones better than she does.”
“She seems rather young for such work.”
“She hasn’t been here long.”
“And her background is confirmed?”
“A relative of the village elder, I’m told.”
That was all there was to it.
Kesenor walked past Agnes without another glance. Her eyes lingered on his retreating figure for a moment, but only briefly.
‘Fool. Idiot.’
Amy hurled curses at Kesenor’s indifferent back, her consciousness raging despite her powerlessness.
‘I should have paid closer attention then! What ordinary person in the world understands Magic Stones that well?’
Even in a state where she possessed only her awareness, Amy trembled with frustration.
‘Do you know how much my sister suffered behind that man?’
But there was nothing she could do about it.
The novel Amy had been reborn into was a Reverse Harem Decay Novel—one so relentless in tormenting its heroine that readers had even commented wondering if the author had written it simply out of a desire to torment the female lead.
‘I suppose the question is why it had to be this novel, but maybe that’s precisely why I was born.’
After being sucked into the Rift.
Amy had learned that this world was the interior of a novel she’d read in her past life.
Yet in the original work, Agnes the heroine had no younger sister named Amy.
In other words, because Amy was reborn as the late-blooming youngest child of House of Laberose contrary to the original story, Agnes lost her mother early, and the Laberose family’s fortune crumbled sooner than it should have.
‘Which means I have to work harder.’
When Amy was born, Agnes was only fifteen years old.
And yet, pitying the sister who had lost their mother, she slept beside Amy every day, shared meals with her, and taught her everything.
‘Do you love me, big sister?’
‘Of course. So very much.’
‘Why?’
‘Because Amy is cute just by existing, and lovely, and she’s my little sister.’
‘I love you too, big sister!’
Once the memories from her past life returned, Amy understood how difficult that must have been.
‘From now on, I’m going to make my sister happy!’
All she had to do was eliminate hardship and shield her from every cruel future.
Whether it was because a six-year-old mind would struggle to accept such things, or whether the system and world itself had imposed some kind of censorship, not much remained clear in her memory—but that much was enough.
‘Besides, Kesenor, I’m not counting on you! There are plenty of other male leads, you know?’
This was where it truly began. When she showed those other male leads her sister’s unwavering devotion, that stiff face of his would surely contort with regret.
‘Just wait and see! This time I’m really going to make you regret everything!’
* * *
After giggling quietly to herself, Amy woke from her dream.
The moment her eyes opened, a voice slipped past her ears as though waiting for this exact moment.
“You’re awake, Miss.”
“Rupert.”
Amy sat up groggily, brushing her tangled hair from her face.
Looking into the mirror across from the bed, she saw a cute little girl with shimmering golden hair and pale, porcelain skin.
Amy combed through her wildly disheveled blonde locks, then stretched luxuriously.
“Did you have a pleasant dream, Miss?”
“Why?”
“You were smiling in your sleep the whole time.”
Glancing to the side, she found a man kneeling on the floor beside her bed, his gaze level with hers.
He had folded his large frame down deliberately to match her eye level.
His handsome face was framed by dark chestnut hair that fell loosely across his broad forehead, and his deep blue eyes held the depths of a forest lake.
So she’d been smiling while she slept.
And Rupert had seen her doing it.
Perhaps her desire to land a blow against Kesenor had been stronger than she’d realized. Amy felt a flush of embarrassment and smiled sheepishly.
“I don’t know. I can’t really remember.”
“Dreams are fleeting, after all. Good morning, Miss.”
His gentle greeting was delivered in a pleasant, deep voice.
Amy found herself sighing softly, almost without meaning to.
“What a pity.”
“Did you wish to continue your journey through the realm of dreams?”
“No. I wish you weren’t leaving!”
I wish Rupert had been the Male Lead instead.
Amy laughed off his words with a smile despite her confusion, and watching him bring her water, she couldn’t help but sigh.
Tall.
Handsome face.
Originally his frame had been gaunt and unremarkable, but whatever had happened inside that Rift, his body had filled out with solid muscle, and as she could plainly see, his character was sterling.
Yet he was the butler’s son, and more than that—in the original work, he’d barely existed.
No matter how you looked at it, the Male Lead was supposed to be the Crown Prince, or the Duke of the North, or perhaps an Earl of the South—wasn’t the butler’s son simply too humble?
At best, he was an extra who cheered for the heroine from a distance.
“But your abilities are excellent!”
“Thank you for the compliment. I’m grateful, Miss.”
After splashing water on her face, wiping it clean with a towel, and brushing her teeth, Amy got to her feet.
Today was going to be busy too.
“Now I need to find the Male Lead!”
“Yes, we’ve only a little further to go. The Naofa Forest will be just ahead.”
After parting ways with Kesenor, Amy and Rupert had traveled to the eastern edge of the continent. This village was now humanity’s last settlement.
Amy gazed out the window.
At the far limit of her vision, soaring trees stretched skyward in magnificent stands.
The dwelling place of the fairies in the continent’s east—the Naofa Forest.
Her next destination.

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