The Male Lead Is Targeting Me, Not My Younger Sister - Chapter 2

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The Male Lead Targets Me, Not My Sister — Episode 2
Lydia hadn’t always accepted the role of villainess from the start, complying with the Original Story.
As a Transmigrator, she’d harbored ambitions once—a time when she too had dreamed of becoming the protagonist and somehow rewriting this cursed tale.
But there was one critical problem.
The bitter truth was that the world doesn’t change just because one person tries.
“Did the guest leave, sister?”
Just as Lydia was taking a brief respite after driving out the rude intruder—
Sylvia poked her head through the doorway and asked.
‘Here she comes. The root of all my troubles.’
Lydia nodded with a composed expression.
Sylvia laughed brightly and stepped into the study.
Settling into the opposite seat with familiar ease, Sylvia hesitated before asking carefully.
“Are you upset, sister?”
“No. Why?”
“You’ve been frowning again.”
Sylvia tapped her own brow lightly with her fingertips.
Then she hooked up the corners of her mouth with her fingers, flashing a smile.
“See?”
It’s your fault, you foolish thing.
Watching Sylvia smile so innocently and brightly, Lydia swallowed back words she couldn’t bring herself to speak.
The sight of her causing another disaster and then laughing as if she knew nothing about it made Lydia’s blood boil.
But she quickly shook her head.
‘Never mind. This isn’t even her fault.’
That’s right. What fault could Sylvia possibly bear?
It was all this cursed Desolate Fantasy world’s doing.
Lydia felt her temples throbbing and pressed her fingertips against them.
At first, Lydia had grown angry every time her sister caused trouble.
Why did she keep raising her own life difficulty on purpose?
Wasn’t life hard enough already?
How are you even supposed to live like this?
But it didn’t take long before she understood.
A Desolate Fantasy heroine, no matter how still she remained, was a magnet that drew every kind of filth and pervert to her—!
‘This isn’t Sylvia’s problem. The world itself is fundamentally broken from the start.’
And that was precisely why Lydia had chosen the path of a villainess.
To protect her sister, she had to become ruthless herself.
Because of her pretty face and innocent nature, Sylvia had attracted trash since childhood.
The problem was that Sylvia didn’t understand men’s darker intentions.
‘Damned bastards. Can’t even read the room.’
Would it have been better if at least the Male Lead candidates had approached her?
Since the Original Story hadn’t even begun yet, Sylvia was surrounded only by irredeemable extras—worthless flotsam.
At this rate, some pathetic thief worse than a dog’s bone might lure Sylvia away before the Male Lead ever got the chance!
‘Absolutely not. You think I stayed here to watch that happen?’
So the task of driving away that filth fell entirely on Lydia’s shoulders.
Oddly enough, the people here interpreted Lydia’s actions not as concern, but as jealousy.
It seemed the Original Story’s filter was remarkably potent.
‘Damned fools.’
Anyway, that was settled.
Collecting herself, Lydia resumed her usual task of educating her sister.
“I told you before—don’t just sign anything a stranger gives you.”
“But sister… they said they’d give me something delicious…”
“What? Something delicious? Do I not feed you?”
“That’s not it… but if they give me something delicious…”
“That’s enough. Don’t you ever sign something like that again. Do you understand?”
Sylvia hesitated before reluctantly nodding her head.
“Mmm…”
Of course, Lydia’s mind wasn’t at ease at all.
“You really won’t do it again, right?”
In the end, only after asking Sylvia three more times and receiving a firm answer—”Yes, sister! I said I understand!”—did Lydia finally let it go.
‘That should be enough. She won’t repeat the same mistake this time.’
After laying down the law to Sylvia for some time, Lydia’s eyes drifted casually toward the clock.
It was time to head out.
‘Guess I should get going.’
“Sylvia, I’m heading out for a bit.”
“Where are you going?”
Lydia grabbed a small pouch from inside her desk drawer as she spoke.
“To make some money.”
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“Unbelievable. Such a high-purity Mana Stone!”
The man examining the fist-sized Mana Stone through a magnifying glass looked up, his eyes gleaming with interest.
“Where on earth did you manage to procure something this precious?”
Lydia answered flatly.
“Don’t ask if you value your health.”
“Aw, come on now…….”
The man wheedled in a way that didn’t suit him at all.
Watching his burly frame attempt coquetry, Lydia made no effort to hide her disgust.
‘Ugh.’
The man sighed dejectedly, as if wounded.
“Ah, I understand. You certainly do keep your secrets close.”
With that, he set the Mana Stone down on the table with extraordinary care.
“So then, shall we negotiate the price?”
Lydia opened her mouth before he’d even finished speaking.
“500,000 Gold.”
“Eek! That’s far too much!”
“Is it? I don’t think so.”
The man immediately countered.
“However rare this item might be, 500,000 Gold is excessive. Of course, this size is extraordinarily scarce, but it’s not as though it can’t be found at all. Within a month, I could locate something of comparable dimensions…….”
“Then 700,000 Gold.”
“I beg your pardon?”
The man gasped at Lydia’s stubborn price increase.
But Lydia merely raised the corners of her mouth in leisurely amusement.
“So? Do you need it or not?”
A moment later.
Lydia walked out with the 700,000 Gold she’d wanted in her pocket.
‘If he was going to pay it anyway, he would’ve paid the 500,000 from the start.’
No matter what price she demanded, the deal was always going to go through — that much was certain.
Because Lydia had deliberately brought the items to this transaction knowing the man already needed them.
‘Like he said himself, it’s rare but not impossible to obtain. It just takes time.’
And his superior was desperate enough that they couldn’t wait even that long for a Mana Stone.
That’s right — it was mundane, perhaps, but this was the result of Lydia exploiting the Original Story’s information.
The shop she’d just visited was one of several branches managed by the information guild Black Raven.
‘The place where one of the Male Lead candidates is in charge.’
Primarily, they dealt in underworld goods.
Lydia used the Original Story’s information to sell items here that were “rare enough to believably obtain through fortunate luck without raising suspicion.”
‘Can’t draw too much attention to myself.’
Fortunately, Lydia ranked among the elite of this world, so displaying the occasional “special ability” didn’t seem unnatural.
Of course, selling goods destined to fall into a Male Lead candidate’s hands — like just now — was a risky gamble…….
‘Can’t be helped. There’s no faster way to raise capital.’
Lydia let out a sigh as she fingered the heavy pouch of coins.
In truth, she wouldn’t need to resort to this just to earn a living.
There were many ways to make money using the Original Story’s information, so she didn’t have to take on risks like these.
But unfortunately, Lydia had something she absolutely had to do.
The development of a Purification Agent.
A Purification Agent.
Yes, developing a drug to replace the role of a Transmigrator — that was Lydia’s true goal.
‘Then the Male Leads will become obsessed with the Purification Agent instead of my sister.’
The problem was that this damnable Purification Agent venture was a money sink.
To the point where she had to risk dealing with the information guild run by a Male Lead candidate.
Honestly, it felt unfair, but there was no help for it. The desperate one has to act first.
‘I won’t hand my sister over to those maniacs.’
Not after everything I’ve done to raise her!
“Sister, you have to come back soon, right?”
The image of Sylvia gazing up at me with bright, luminous eyes settled like a weight on my shoulders.
‘Just you wait, you Male Lead bastards.’
Lydia ground her teeth and slipped out of the Back Alley where the information guild stood.
Just before merging into the flow of pedestrian traffic, she paused to scan her surroundings.
‘Why is it so noisy today?’
The Capital’s heart always teemed with people and bustled with energy, but something about the atmosphere felt different now.
‘Something must have happened.’
Lydia glanced around, searching for the source of the unease.
Then, in the distance, she caught sight of a familiar face and froze.
‘……Ah.’
Damn it.
A dull throb pulsed through her skull as Lydia’s expression darkened.
Ludwig Claudewitz.
‘What’s he doing here?’
One of the Original Story’s Male Leads.

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