Thought It Was 'The End', Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 82
Honestly, it felt more like a meeting with a third love interest after Edwin and Lucian, rather than an encounter with a villain. Well, since the novel was in the āhealing romanceā subgenre, maybe it was necessary to share some romantic feelings even with the villain.
The villain needed to fall in love with the woman he was supposed to kill, and the female lead had to pity the man trying to kill her.
Since five years had passed, Adeline hadnāt thought she could use the novelās plot anymore.
But since a similar incident occurred, it was worth the gamble.
When she saw the ogre appear, Adeline immediately thought of this chapter from the novel, but Shane sent her to the Bertrand mansion first, so she decided to call Lucian.
It was bothersome that her family was brought in as new guards the moment she couldnāt stay nearby, but it was natural for Shane not to trust her.
Adeline hadnāt provided any explanations or reliable clues.
She couldnāt explain why she needed to go to the square.
She intended to stay quietly as Shane wished, but she couldnāt miss a chance to catch the real villain.
āIt has to be Lucian.ā
Heās like my fairy godmother, setting me free.
For the first time since returning to Delmuz, Adeline felt free.
Lucian had perfectly prepared the items Adeline requested within a single night.
It was medicine that temporarily induced a fever, a somewhat shabby-looking dress, simple shoes, and a not-too-thick coat. Lloyd received similar items.
As soon as morning broke, she took the medicine and pretended to be sick in bed. Then, with Lloydās help, she slipped out of the mansion.
It was pathetic that she couldnāt leave the house on her own.
It would have been great if she had learned magic, spirit summoning, swordsmanship, or anything else, but Adeline had no talent for any of it.
If it were something she could overcome through effort, she would have spent money to learn. The Bertrand family had plenty of money. But magic and spirit summoning were fields you couldnāt even approach without talent.
Swordsmanship was out of the question. She lacked the stamina of an average person due to her insomnia, and the idea of wielding a metal rod was unimaginable.
The central square of Delmuz was crowded.
It was just after the autumn harvest, so there was no shortage of food, and Delmuz was relatively affluent, making the square lively and bustling with noise.
Adeline sat at a cafƩ terrace overlooking the square and ordered everything on the menu.
Just like Genevieve did in the novel.
“Master, this is wasteful.”
“Itās not wasteful if we eat it all.”
“Do you really think you can eat all this?”
“Yes. Because youāre going to eat it.”
“I dislike sweet things.”
Adeline stared at him in shock. Lloyd sighed and said,
“Some people do dislike sweet things.”
“That canāt be true.”
“Iāll eat if you insist, but donāt be surprised if I throw up.”
“Noā¦ If you dislike it that much, you donāt have to eat itā¦ Iāll eat it myselfā¦.”
Adeline wanted to joke around, not cause trouble.
Lloyd didnāt ask why she wanted to come to the square.
Even when she said she planned to call Lucian and sneak out, he didnāt ask why.
From the start, Lloyd never asked for reasons. If Adeline said to do something, he did it as if it were the most natural thing.
Lucian, who only needed money, and Lloyd, who never asked for reasons.
The fact that these two were the most comfortable to be around was proof of Adelineās selfishness.
āShane didnāt particularly like sweets either, but he would still eat what I gave him. He must have disliked them even more when he was younger.ā
A thirteen-year-old boy who eagerly accepted what a nine-year-old girl gave him.
Although he didnāt show it, it was clear he didnāt like sweets since he wouldnāt touch them unless she fed them to him. When she told him he didnāt need to force himself, he smiled with crescent eyes and said,
“How could I dislike something you give me?”
“Youād even eat poison if I gave it to you?”
“Want to try?”
“Itās a jokeā¦.”
What kind of flirting was that, from a thirteen-year-old boy to a nine-year-old girlā¦.
Adeline rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought as she gazed down at the square.
She had tried to imitate Genevieve, but it would be a problem if the sorcerer actually approached her.
That would mean the plot of the novel had halted during her five-year absence.
It would mean her escape had been meaninglessā¦
It could also mean that some tragedy from the novel might unfold.
She had decided to kill the sorcerer, but Adeline hoped this attack wasnāt the work of the real villain from the novel.
She hoped the world she lived in was no longer the world of the novel.
Just then, someone tapped Adeline on the shoulder.
