I stared at her, mesmerized by her loveliness as if she had just come out of a fairy tale. The girl opened her mouth in a bright voice.
âDuke?â
âMiss Christine, this place is only accessible to those who have a reservationâŚâŚ.â
The bakery owner, who was kneeling beside him, stood up in great embarrassment. Upon being stopped by her, the girl holding the white bouquet narrowed slightly between her brows.
Duke Janus raised a hand to stop the baker.
âNo, itâs okay. Just go.â
After handing over a crisp rainbow-colored bill, the bakery owner immediately bowed and left. The action gave the girl courage, and her pale cheeks blushed, then she said.
âI saw you in the newspaper! Werenât you very sick on the day of the coronation? Are you okay now?â
Christine McEuena, the true lead of <JaSV>!
She was just 12 years old. There was still a long way to go before being possessed by the main character, but she already boasted a splendid beauty befitting a villainous lady who would later be possessed by the main character.
âIâm fine, so Iâm walking around here. The guide is right by my side, so donât worry, lady.â
He gave a blunt reply, as if he found it uncomfortable to recall the coronation event.
Christine, too, has the same reaction like the owner of the bakery.
A quick look at me to find out which house I belong to, a wavering look in her eyes.
âAhâŚâŚ Are you talking about that kid?â
I felt the same way as Christine.
âMe?â
Is she talking about me?
The subtlety of Christineâs expression facing me was exactly how I felt. Looking at me left and right, you wonât see me as an official guide that the Duke can take around.
âShe hasnât received proper professional training yet, but she is an aspiring guide with a promising future.â
âOh, I see. Nice to meet you. Iâm Christine from County McEuena. You must have come up to enroll in the coming spring, right?â
âIt is an honor to meet you. I am Betty, sponsored by Duke Janus. I havenât decided on my admission plan yet, so Iâve just come to the capital for a detailed examination.â
âAh, I see.â
A relaxed expression immediately appeared in the childâs eyes who was watching me intently.
Christine already achieved tremendous results of being an S-class guide at her young age, but she was a noble lady who did not need to dwell on professional activities, so she did not go to school.
In addition, she accidentally saved Duke Janus, who was running out of control, and even became his exclusive guide, so the original Christine could not help but be elated.
âUm, wait.â
In the original story <JaSV>, Christine had definitely saved Duke Janus from a rampage on the day of the coronation.
But ChristineâŚ.
â I saw you in the newspaper! Werenât you very sick on the day of the coronation?
⌠she said so.
It meant that she learned about what happened at the coronation through the newspaper.
So she didnât even go to the coronation.
If the central noble did not participate in the big event of the coronation, there must have been a serious reason for it. I donât know what it is, but somehow I have an ominous feeling.
It means that there is an existence that behaves completely different from the original story, and that existence twisted my normal life as an extra.
âIt wonât help much, butâŚâŚ. It would be nice if you could accept it. Passion flowers are small, but they contain purifying power.â
Christineâs cheeks turned red as she approached shyly like a doll and handed over the bouquet she was holding. Red flowers showed off their fine colors in various places in the passion flower bunch, which boasts a neat figure and a delicate yet profound scent.
From the hair that looks like the first snow, the white eyelashes that cast light shadows on the white skin, and the red eyes that gleam in them. It was a bouquet with clear traces of hard work to represent Duke Janus as a bouquet of flowers.
âItâs when you only see menâs faces.â
I gazed at the bouquet in awe.
âThank you very much. All I have to do isâŚâŚâŚâ
âChristine! Hold on, Christine! What kind of rashness is this?â
There was a small commotion at the entrance, and soon a blonde girl who looked just like Christine appeared.
The girl who stopped her accident-prone younger sister immediately became hesitant after checking the person who rented the private room. Then she went inside, watching anxiously.
âExcuse me, my younger sister âŚâŚ.â
If she was really Christineâs older sister, then Yelena McEuena would be sixteen this year.
The girl standing on the border between a child and adult seemed to foreshadow what an outstanding beauty Christine would become in the future. She had her hair up, as if she were trying to imitate an adult. Although she was wearing dull colors, she had a freshness she couldnât hide.
It was almost the same time that the Dukeâs bored eyebrow lifted and Christineâs brow crumpled.
âItâs okay.â
âIt is an honor to meet Duke Janus. I am Yelena, the McEuenaâs eldest daughter.â
âYelena. I saw you at a banquet the other day. I remember.â
âReally?â
âOf course.â
It was clear he wouldnât remember Yelena at all.