Wasn’t I the Female Lead of a Regret Novel?

 

“…Thank you.”

 

“Yes. If there’s a handsome guy who looks like he’s eaten up the solitude of being alone and has a story behind him, you have to let me know. By all means! Got it?”

 

The child nodded her head and then disappeared.

 

“I think everyone who was supposed to take it has taken it.”

 

Sasha, who was helping with the work next to her, informed her that the long, long line had ended.

 

She tilted her head and looked at the sky with a dejected expression as she looked at what was happening around her.

 

“Shit.”

 

There’s none. Even though she looked here and there, she couldn’t find anything. She searched the alley, yet couldn’t find anyone who could be a mad dog.

 

Since Soho Street wasn’t narrow, it was like looking for a needle in a sandy beach.

 

So she used the money she had to buy a lot of bread and distributed it to the hungry. She could have come in person to receive the bread.

 

“It’s nonsense.”

 

Does that mean it’s not even raising-the-male-lead genre? In this way, even though her intentions were impure, she only did volunteer work diligently.

 

“Is it really going to be like this? How could you do this to me?”

 

Even though she knew that her resentful feelings were useless, she glared at the sky with all her might.

 

If they wanted her to possess someone, shouldn’t they at least give a hint? Is it fine for them to not have commercial ethics like this? It’s too much, it’s really too much.

 

“Let’s go.”

 

Vendia got up from her seat and went out to the entrance of Soho Street with Sasha.

 

“Please Wait here! I’ll get it right away.”

 

Sasha quickly ran to catch the horse carriage.

 

When she came, she came riding in a carriage she had bought. She didn’t have the Count’s carriage. As Vendia was hated by her family, the county wouldn’t give her a carriage. Although it’s very cheap of them.

 

“The lowest price is discounted until today! You won’t get this price unless you buy it today!”

 

“This is the newly opened dessert cafe, Monschau. It’s located at 2-1 in Soho, so please come visit us.”

 

“Hey. When are you coming down to the South?”

 

“Two weeks later. We still have plenty of space to fill up the supplies, so if you need anything, please find it. We’re staying at the Blue Moon Inn.”

 

Vendia, who was standing among the merchants touting customers at the crowded entrance, turned her head.

 

She was talking to a passerby who was sitting in a carriage connected to a large luggage compartment, possibly for procurement.

 

The carriage leaving here in two weeks?

 

“Excuse me!”

 

Vendia remembered something and quickly grabbed the driver who was about to leave.

 

The entrance to the alley, not far from the entrance.

 

In the alley where waste products from stores were piled up, two figures were carefully peeking out their faces, looking at the entrance to the market. 

 

“Brother, brother! That sister.”

 

Among them, a small figure stretched out his finger and pointed at Vendia, who was standing there.

 

“That sister is searching for Brother!”

 

The child with the sour pronunciation became excited and raised his voice. There was a crumb of bread on the corner of the child’s mouth.

 

“…Noble?”

 

The man who was called ‘brother’ by the child was worried as he saw Vendia’s behavior. Looking at the sky-blue dress she was wearing, he thought she wasn’t a commoner.

 

The shabby-looking man with unkempt bangs covering half of his face had an unusual exposed jawline and bridge of the nose.

 

“

Yesh

! The maid-like woman called her Rose? Right! Vendia Rose!”

 

The man’s black eyes narrowed sharply at the child’s added words.

 

“The Count of Rose, why.”

 

He thought. Perhaps he’ll have to find out. What is the reason she is looking for him and what does she know?

 

***

 

“How can you pretend to be a saintess when you don’t have any money?”

 

As soon as she entered the mansion, her body aching as if it had been hit by the old horse-drawn carriage that was shaking greatly, the critic was directed at her.

 

He had a face that was difficult to see, yet he was standing in front of the door, probably waiting for her to return.

 

“Wow, you made my eyeballs uncomfortable as soon as I came. That’s amazing. That’s cool, brother.”

 

Vendia applauded her a few times and moved her legs. Kielbasa came to her side, the veins on his neck bulging out.

 

“What really happened to your head? Is it possible for people to change like this?!”

 

“What.”

 

“And what? Your family is on the verge of extinction, so you’re giving away free bread at the market to make a good sale?”

 

Anyway, word spreads quickly.

 

She can’t believe what happened on Soho Street has already reached Kielbasa’s ears. There must be a rat in the house.

 

“Hey. You’re not answering? How dare the culprit who ruined the family pretend to be a saintess?”

 

“Ah, please! Your breath stinks, so get away before speaking!”

 

Vendia, who was climbing the stairs, shuddered and pushed Kal Vasa aside to her.

 

I’m already so annoyed by her nonsense, but it’s buzzing that it doesn’t even seem like a real star.

 

“W-What? What smell! From you, I…!”

 

“Really, at least brush your teeth.”

 

After casting a contemptuous glance at Kielbasa, whose face was turning red from shame, she went up the stairs again.

 

“That really, hey! How long do you think you can keep this up? Huh?! I won’t leave you alone. Do you know that? There’s no use in kneeling in front of me and begging me later!”

 

He clearly admitted that he was plotting a secret plan.

 

“Eat this.”

 

She gave him a light middle finger and went into her room. The sound of Kielbasa’s spirited scream behind her was very sweet.

 

***

 

Time passed quickly.

 

The day Marquis Saxony was scheduled to arrive has come.

 

Despite all the preparations, Vendia was still lingering in front of the window. Her eyes were scanning the road in front of the gate of the mansion. But she didn’t pass a single baby ant on the road. 

 

“He’s really not coming, is he?”

 

Her voice was a little angry as she mumbled, biting her fingernails. Yes. She was waiting now. The carriage bearing the splendid emblem of the duchy. She couldn’t even see the carriage, but for some reason she couldn’t shake off the feeling.

 

Vendia was still unable to let go of the regrets in her heart.

 

Anyway, considering the developments so far, she was most likely to regret it.

 

When she found out that her father and Kielbasa were conspiring to sell her to the Marquis of Saxony, she honestly had some expectations.

 

Although it’s said to be an old-fashioned method, it’s the cliché of clichés that has continued to this day. The male lead comes to save the female lead when she is in danger like a prince on a white horse.

 

She had a faint hope that Denros Kalvermer would get so angry after hearing the news of her marriage that he would come get her…

 

“Like this, my ass. Ha!”

 

Vendia let out a self-deprecating laugh and began to put on the five lace gloves one by one she had prepared on her hands.

 

“You’re really

out

. There’s no use crying your lungs out later…”

 

For a moment, Vendia stopped speaking as the image of his proud face with tears streaming down his face appeared in her mind.

 

If he cries with that face…

 

“Am I crazy? It’s out of the question! Of course.”

 

She hurriedly put all five layers of the gloves on her hands.

 

There is no delay now.

 

She couldn’t find anyone willing to offer her a contract remarriage, and the only person who would come was the old marquis, so she had to carry out her plan.

 

The stolen seal must have been back in its rightful place. The letters will arrive soon. It was no big deal. It was just a small gift secretly prepared for that sausage Kielbasa.

 

“I’m the only sister who thinks this much about my brother.”

 

She carried her luggage and climbed down the rope that had already been attached to her window.

 

Even though it was a third-floor attic, the mansion had a low ceiling and the flower bed was directly under the window of her room, so it was safe.

 

She easily landed on the flower bed. Vendia lowered the rope and hid it in an appropriate place. She then escaped the mansion through a previously dug hole, avoiding the eyes of the occupants.

 

She wasn’t stupid. Instead of just waiting for someone to come to her rescue, she prepared a way for her to live on her own.

 

“I have no regrets either! I will live well to show off!”

 

Damned bastard.

 

Still, her anger didn’t subside, so Vendia stood on one side of the empty road and waited, looking at Denros’ misfortune countless times.

 

It was that moment.

 

She felt a presence behind her.