The Male Lead Is Trying To Tame Me With Money - Chapter 71

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71.

 

A subtle scream could be heard from somewhere in the distance, but Casian chose to hold his breath and stay put rather than rush out.

 

Seeing this, I chose to stay quietly by his side instead of suggesting we go out to check or asking what might have happened.

 

I knew all too well that in such strange situations, it was far better to trust his sharp instincts rather than my clumsy guesses.

 

The arm holding me tightened with strength.

 

“Rose, it seems like the wallpaper has changed.”

 

“…You’re right.”

 

This resting room was supposedly renovated about 30 years ago.

 

Being the Imperial Palace, they would be thorough about maintenance, but that didn’t mean they could erase the natural fading or inevitable traces of time.

 

But what I was seeing now had different colors, and not only that—

 

“The warmth is gone.”

 

As if no ball was being held and the fireplace wasn’t lit.

 

“Right, but…”

 

Casian loosened his grip on me slightly while harboring doubts.

 

“It’s not winter air.”

 

I agreed with Casian’s words. It was true that the warmth was gone, but there was also a subtly unpleasant humidity in the air.

 

Like during the rainy season.

 

“That seems to be the end of the screaming, and the distorted air has stabilized too.”

 

Even as he said this, Casian whispered in a low voice without lowering his guard.

 

“There’s no one approaching either.”

 

At his words that it was similar to when there were no events, I nodded and summoned the magic scroll.

 

A reply notification had come around the time Casian said the air was distorted.

 

I hoped there would be some helpful content.

 

We could just leave the resting room and check outside, but the fact that Casian wasn’t doing so and was still holding his breath meant that moving rashly would be more dangerous.

 

I skipped the unnecessary content at the back and checked the two attached materials first.

 

Soon we fell into silence after seeing the contents of two prophecy books that appeared in the form of different magic scrolls.

 

For different reasons.

 

As soon as I opened the unpublished prophecy book, I realized these were materials that hadn’t been revealed to readers in the original work.

 

And I thought that if I had only seen this, my anxious feelings would have been somewhat relieved.

 

This side had a relatively (?) simple list.

 

But the unconfirmed prophecy book side…

 

The file list was so extensive that I could understand why they declared it impossible to review, and there were many similar contents.

 

Like documents that had been rejected multiple times and accumulated, with only the endings slightly changed each time they were saved.

 

“…Rose, do you know what this means? And what’s Roji?”

 

It’s the pet name the original Casian used to call the original Rozelita.

 

I could only answer inwardly.

 

‘…How on earth am I supposed to explain this?’

 

All these documents even had hyperlinks, and only the ‘Roji’s Parents’ Generation Story.txt’ file had special effects as if it were currently in progress.

 

The suddenly unfamiliar resting room, humidity like summer rather than winter, the atmosphere around us that clearly had no events.

 

And the story about ‘worlds mixing’ written in the reply scroll and the file lists they believed to be prophecy books.

 

I could easily deduce the general situation by combining all of this, but there was a huge barrier I had to overcome first.

 

To my superior who had been conversing normally just minutes ago,

 

‘Actually, I’m from another world, and when I was born, I found myself possessing the protagonist. This world is actually inside a creative work.’

 

To have to say something like that…

 

I rather wished all of this was a hallucination I was seeing wrong, or that my guess was completely off.

 

If not, it would really be too…

 

Too…

 

I stared blankly at Casian, unable to continue my thoughts even inwardly.

 

Because my heart ached.

 

Because I thought it was really too cruel.

 

‘Because I kept refusing the protagonist’s position.’

 

This person who had never properly received anything good so far might have gotten caught up in this—

 

“Rose.”

 

As if cutting through the frighteningly rushing thoughts like being thrown into a storm, Casian cupped my face with his hands.

 

“It’s okay, I’ll believe whatever you say, listen, I can handle it.”

 

“…Your Highness.”

 

“So don’t struggle alone and just tell me.”

 

He looked into my eyes warmly.

 

A familiar mischievous smile was on his face, as if telling me not to hold onto anxiety.

 

“Let me share Rose’s worries, okay?”

 

I’m your superior, aren’t I?

 

It was a voice that was more believable than any fabricated words.

 

*

 

Even so, talking about possession or other worlds seemed like it would make me look too crazy, so I glossed over it appropriately.

 

I felt a bit frustrated that an unwanted secret seemed to be created, but Casian just smiled and took my hand.

 

“It’s okay, if that’s the best you can tell me.”

 

Does he know this feeling of being sorry because he usually acts annoyingly and teases me, but shows consideration at times like this…

 

He didn’t press about the parts I awkwardly glossed over and focused only on understanding the scroll’s contents.

 

“To summarize, there’s an absolute being who knows the flow of this world, and these are that person’s records?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“The unpublished ones are things that actually happened or will happen, and the unconfirmed ones are things that were possible but didn’t happen?”

 

When I nodded in affirmation, Casian read the scroll contents once more and spoke as if the same part that concerned me bothered him.

 

“The mixing part is quite concerning.”

 

“Especially the unconfirmed side. I think the reason they said it was impossible to review is because it’s dangerous.”

 

Though I think throwing this at me and telling me to solve it is an overly irresponsible attitude.

 

“That’s true, but…”

 

Casian looked at me intently.

 

Having become someone with many guilty points, my heart skipped a beat for no reason.

 

“I’m already annoyed that there are so many things interested in you.”

 

Casian pulled the hand he was holding and embraced me.

 

“I don’t like that someone who might cling to you as much as I do could appear.”

 

I closed my mouth for a moment.

 

After briefly recalling the original work’s contents in my head, I soon answered him in a serious voice.

 

“No matter how I think about it, I don’t think anyone could beat Your Highness?”

 

How could that original Casian, who was only full of justice and particularly concerned about public opinion, beat my devil-like superior who tempts with salary…?

 

It was a conclusion reached through very rational reasoning, but Casian seemed pleased in a different direction and whispered while kissing my cheek.

 

“Then I can be at ease about anything, since my lovely fiancée would never leave my side.”

 

It was a mischievous voice no different from usual.

 

*

 

Even when I said it was likely about the late Empress, Casian lifted me up with a lighter attitude than expected.

 

“Actually, that’s good. I was curious about what had happened.”

 

He opened the resting room window and crossed through the Imperial Palace, avoiding the Royal Guards positioned like ghosts.

 

“…Is the guards’ defense too lax, or are you too much, Your Highness?”

 

“Probably both?”

 

Thanks to sweeping through the palace like that, we realized we had truly come to a past at least 20 years ago.

 

Because the Royal Guards’ insignia style was different from now, having been changed 20 years ago.

 

And the place where we tracked the scream while Casian carried me was a location even I had never seen.

 

“…Peony Palace.”

 

Because it was the palace where Casian’s mother, the late Empress Maribel Reardon, had stayed before the Emperor personally sealed it.

 

And as soon as we arrived there, we were left speechless for a different reason.

 

“Really, are you teasing me like this? Do you know how startled I was?”

 

A lovely woman with luscious golden hair was speaking in a petulant tone to a man who had climbed down while holding a grumpy cat.

 

“If I had known you’d be startled enough to scream like that, I wouldn’t have done it, Bel.”

 

The man, barely dodging the cat’s claws that seemed ready to scratch, wore a face full of worry as if he might drop to his knees at any moment.

 

“I’m the bad one for worrying even though I know someone as strong as you would never slip from a tree, right?”

 

“I’m truly sorry. So please don’t tell me to eat dinner alone tonight, okay?”

 

We could only hold our breath even more at this conversation that was far too affectionate rather than serious.

 

Because the man fidgeting restlessly toward the beautiful Empress was none other than that viper-like Emperor himself.

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