“I have no idea why my name appeared on his chest.”
Why the hell did she, who only played the supporting role, appear and not the female protagonist’s name.
“Do you think my destiny will change?”
Did Cassian’s fate change just because Yernia refused to play such a savage role that is different from the original character of Yernia Cilliard that the small events that needed to happen between them didn’t exist anymore?
“You are asking me if your fate can change? Say something that makes sense. Fate is fate.”
“The problem is that I’m not the one fated to Cassian.”
Why was she telling her all these things?
She couldn’t even show her her diary.
Yernia suddenly felt a little hot and stuffy.
“Let me give you an example. What if we are all in a novel and Cassian is the main character while there’s another woman that Cassian will love–”
“—then who are you?”
“Just a supporting character that interrupts the male and female protagonists from being together.”
Seria’s expression had changed into this strange look which made Yernia feel too pathetic.
She bit her cheek.
“I see you still hadn’t matured yet, hearing you talk about these novels.”
She was serious!
Seria didn’t seem to believe what Yernia said.
Biting her tongue, Seria entered the room and closed the door she had leaned on.
Yernia positioned herself in front of the mirror and lifted her hair to check her.
There was no way Cassian’s name could not have appeared on her body, but since the original novel had become strangely twisted in the present, she had to check it if she had them.
She found nothing as she checked her neck and her arm, and she already expected this to happen.
She examined herself while washing her body yesterday, but Cassian’s name was not written there.
What’s going on?
Seria sat on the bed and held Yena’s hand as both of them looked in the mirror to check her body.
Her sister’s countenance turned grim when they faced each other.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that? Stop scaring me.”
“Yernia.”
It always scared her when Seria got serious.
She already knew that nothing good would come out of her sister’s mouth every time she was in this mood.
Sure enough, Yernia managed to think another damn thing that felt like a tightening noose around her neck.
“You had to see the bright side of this marriage. If you marry the future Duke of Lecardo, you will have money for the rest of your life. In addition to that, since our families are close to each other, there would be no problem getting along with them. Just close your eyes and accept it. If it were me, I would have already danced for joy.”
“Sister, can you marry me?”
“Are you crazy?”
“You and he are the same. I consider Cassian as my family. My brother.”
“You are crazy. Since when was the Marquess became a Cilliard?”
As Seria said, the Duke of Lecardo was a pretty good family, but in all honesty, they would resent Yernia.
Yernia might come from a noble family, but they could not be compared to the renowned ducak household where Cassian belonged to.
However, Yernia considered Cassian as part of her family.
“For me, he had been a Cilliard for a long time.”
“Look at him. If the Duke would hear that on Lecardo’s street, he would probably faint while he held the back of his neck. How dare you call someone else’s precious son—”
“Hey, I’m serious. Cassian isn’t the problem here. No, he….”
He has to meet the female protagonist!
Yena didn’t want her red string of fate to get twisted in theirs.
She just wanted to live everyday life, even if it was as dull as this.
Yena wished to meet her Esper, get married, and grow old with him until she died.