How to Get on the Main Character’s Flower Path

 

I remember a story Na Yuhan told me before.

 

[By the way, the recorder is my mother. She has made a contract with some kind of being to observe everything in the world and record meaningful things. Maybe those records are processed into something like a game and provided to cosmic beings.]

 

What? Is she also annoyed because I am an irregular?

 

I smiled and said okay, suppressing the thorn in my heart that was sticking out for no reason.

 

I happened to see the door of the mansion. I asked her as I went through the door that Na Yuri opened for me.

 

“When should I come see her?”

 

“Ah… Right now, she says?”

 

Right now?

 

My face and hers were both flustered by the sudden request. What is this recklessness?

 

However, Na Yuri was looking at me and seemed troubled, so I smiled and said yes.

 

We walked through the neatly organized mansion and arrived in front of the large door. 

 

“Please give me the carrier! After talking to Mother, come to my room with me.”

 

“Mmhm. Please!”

 

Na Yuri hesitated for a moment after receiving my carrier, then whispered in my ear.

 

“Well, she’s a bit of a unique person, but she has absolutely no ill intentions, so please don’t misunderstand…”

 

“…? Got it!”

 

What kind of person is she?

 

I handed Na Yuri the carrier and opened the large door in front of me with both hands, feeling a little nervous.

 

Then I felt an unknown force pulling me towards itself.

 

This is…

 

It’s like the feeling of entering the space of the Black Libra—

 

Without any time to think about anything else, my vision was consumed by darkness.

 

Whether I closed my eyes or opened them, my vision was still pitch black. It was as if it was trying to block me from seeing anything.

 

My vision changed after I heard someone’s voice.

 

“Ah, come in.”

 

As soon as I heard that voice, the darkness that enveloped my eyes slowly retreated. When I closed my eyes and opened them, I saw a magnificent library with books and papers flying around.

 

A colorful light, reminiscent of the stained glass of a magnificent cathedral, came down from the sky and illuminated the vast library with its gold and white pillars.

 

The person who spoke to me was sitting on a chair in the center of the library. It was a huge chair that looked like a throne.

 

She was sitting comfortably with her legs crossed, but the height of the chair was so high that I had to bend my head a long way to see her.

 

“…Yuri’s mother?”

 

“Um, rather than calling me that… Na Yuram. Yes, call me Na Yuram. Or maybe Recorder?”

 

“Madam Recorder.”

 

“Hmm, that title is a bit tricky… Well, whatever.”

 

She made a face that seemed to dislike something, but soon tapped her cheek a few times with the tip of her quill and her expression became indifferent.

 

That indifferent expression seemed like it would never leave her face, like a piece of gum that had stuck to it. The expression that was perfectly tailored to her face soon changed into a strange smile of interest when our eyes met.

 

“So, you’re the self-proclaimed male-oriented heroine?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“That’s what I think your type is. A new genre mix of romance-fantasy and extra possession. Plus, the ‘why are you doing this to me’ feeling. How about you slowly realize that you’re the main character?”

 

“…What are you talking about?”

 

Is there something strange about this person? Extra possession, romance-fantasy…

 

“Am I giving you advice? I like you. I’m a loyal reader! By the way, I’m on Calmy’s team. A man should have an honest taste. Besides, they’re different souls anyway, so they’re different beings, but the real Na Yuhan before being possessed loved another woman, so it’s a bit like that.”

 

What should I say… She’s talking as if she doesn’t belong in this world, as if she’s watching me from afar.

 

I’ve felt this way somewhere before.

 

Right.

 

In the comment window that the meta system shows.

 

“Ahem, um! Anyway, if you admit that you’re the master of your own story, you will become stronger than anyone else.”

 

A recorder who records the entire world. A person who processes it into a story and provides it somewhere.

 

Did this person come to understand the entire world through stories?

 

It was a fairly plausible hypothesis.

 

If that’s the case, then her knowing that the current ‘Na Yuhan’ is a different soul from the Na Yuhan of the past also makes sense.

 

More surprising than that is that she knows the nickname I used to call, ‘Calmy’, which I only did inwardly.

 

Is there really a being that reads minds and everything in this world?

 

…Well, then let’s act accordingly. There’s no need to be harsh to someone who is kind to me.

 

I said with a big smile.

 

“Thank you for the advice! After all, I’m the main character of my life!”

 

However, instead of looking at me, she read a piece of parchment that had been sent to her, looked at my face, and sighed deeply.

 

“Hmm, you don’t understand? Well, there’s nothing I can do. Every story has to go through the necessary process properly. It would be awkward in its own way if everything suddenly ended because of a cheat key like mine. If it fails, the world will be destroyed, but that is also fate… I’m fine with that!”

 

She said that and laughed,

hahaha

.

 

The indifferent expression she had shown me when we first met was a hearty laugh that left no trace.

 

Amidst the feast of unknown words, I just kept smiling and stared at her.

 

She stopped laughing and looked at me with a faint smile.

 

“Okay, do you have any questions? I’ll answer just one. I’d like to give you more, but I only have one allotted tolerance.”

 

“…Any question?”

 

“Yeah. I’m a recorder. I know more or less everything. Do you have any questions? If not, should I tell you the story? The real Na Yuhan’s ruined love story?”

 

“No.”

 

I quietly fell into silence and thought. It was something I was curious about.

 

Suddenly, a question I had a few days ago came to mind.

 

[It was Yggdrasil that caused the flood of disasters in the game.]

 

“…Does Yggdrasil want to destroy humanity?” 

 

Upon hearing that, Recorder briefly poked one side of her ear with her little finger, then burst into laughter.

 

Haha, hahaha!

 

Recorder, who had been slapping the throne and laughing wildly as if she was suffocating, wiped away his tears and looked at me.

 

“A story about a route that succeeded but failed! Well, I’ll answer. The correct answer is ‘no.’ In any route, Yggdrasil wants to save everyone. It’s a bit extreme, but that’s what makes it so appealing! I like it!”

 

“Then why…?”

 

“That’s all for the answer. You figure out the rest yourself. I’ll look forward to a fun story.”

 

I looked at her, who seemed happy, and then suddenly a question occurred to me.

 

“…You don’t really say much about my relationship with Yuri.”

 

When I said that, Recorder’s expression became indifferent again, as if she were listening to a boring story.

 

She brought up the story of Na Yuri as if it were someone else.

 

“Ah… Is it necessary? They’re different people anyway. Hmm, I’m not really interested in friendship. I like the main character’s romance. Lovey-dovey! I’m especially interested in your romance!”

 

“Romance…?”

 

Romance to me? I’m busy trying to make a living?

 

I awkwardly laughed, hiding my nervousness.

 

The last thing she said took away my awkward smile.

 

“Anyway, do your best. The main character of the third episode.”

 

“What’s that—”

 

“I have nothing more to say! Goodbye.”

 

The moment I was about to say something to the self-willed woman, my vision was covered in darkness again.

 

When I came to my senses, I was standing in an empty room with nothing in it.

 

When I opened the door and went out, Na Yuri, who seemed to have been waiting for me, greeted me with a big smile.

 

“Miss Nahyun! Are you okay?”

 

“Ah, yeah! I’m fine!”

 

“Well, as you know from experience, she’s the type of person who always says things that are a bit incomprehensible…”

 

“Huh? No, she was an interesting person.” 

 

“Then that’s fortunate!”

 

Nayuri smiled as if relieved by my words. However, she paused for a moment, and then spoke to me cautiously.

 

“I, by any chance… would it be difficult for you to tell me what you talked about?”

 

I paused at those words. I didn’t know how to filter out what happened inside.

 

However, Na Yuri seemed to think my reaction was a denial, so she made a dark expression for a moment and muttered softly, barely audible.

 

“I guess I’m not trustworthy after all…”

 

“Yuri, that’s…”

 

“No. It might be difficult for Miss Nahyun, so I won’t ask you any more! Let’s play cards together when we get to the room!”

 

I couldn’t bring myself to ask her what I just heard again as she looked at me with a bright face.

 

“…Yeah!” 

 

I was suspicious of the relationship between Na Yuri and Recorder, and at the same time, I was a little worried about her, but I couldn’t help but follow her without saying anything.

 

A vague sense of unease lingered in my heart.

 

After we arrived at the room, the two of us played cards and chatted.

 

Later, we ended the cards with a trump then chatted more.

 

The sun had already set, and other children had joined us.

 

When all the other children had gathered, Na Yuri, who was excited, took out several board games that she hadn’t even opened.

 

She said that she had played board games briefly at the hotel during the last trip to the sea, and that she had enjoyed them so much that she had bought them too.

 

“Jaeyoon’s deserted island!”

 

“Ugh…!”

 

“Yuri, give me the money.”

 

“Miss Nahyun, why are you so thorough…?” 

 

We spent our time playing Bl*e Marble, which taught us the truth about money.

 

There were still a lot of board games left, but as we played Bl*e Marble and talked about recent events, everyone’s attention was completely focused on small talk.

 

We sat down, opened up the snack bags, and sat around. We talked about unnourished yet fun things.

 

In the midst of that, Min Jaeyoon, who was chewing on her snacks while chatting about random things, suddenly brought up the topic of cults.

 

“I got a strange religious recommendation on my way here.”

 

“Religious?”

 

Min Jaeyoon nodded at Shin Baran’s question.

 

“It’s called the Tower Sect, you know? They say we have to liberate the tower to survive.”

 

“Liberating the tower…?”

 

“They say they’re going to gather the strength of the six races to liberate their own people trapped in the tower, though?”