Chapter 13: Correction Force from the Protagonist!
“No way…”
Muen’s face suddenly turned pale.
Without time to think about anything else, he immediately took out the black book and carefully reviewed everything he had experienced from yesterday until now.
“Sure enough, the only thing that could have an impact on the current situation is that maid named Noel!”
“In the original book, she wouldn’t have had the opportunity to rest because the original Muen Campbell was not such a tolerant and kind person!”
“Perhaps she acted so recklessly at the banquet because Muen Campbell severely reprimanded her, exacerbating her condition.”
“So, because of my kindness… I’ve changed the course of the story?”
Muen sat down on the sofa, feeling somewhat dejected, tightly clutching the black book in his hand.
“What have I done all this for, in the end?”
Selicia continued to sleep peacefully, like the princess in a fairy tale awaiting the prince’s arrival to bestow true love’s kiss upon her.
But as Muen looked at her, he only felt a deep sense of irony.
A princess awaiting a prince who never comes is nothing but a sleeping beauty trapped in a tower, and this story will never lead to a happy ending.
If Muen cannot perfectly achieve his own doomed fate, what awaits him may only be a more tragic outcome.
Just like the prophetic dreams of the black book.
The words “Do not change” echoed in his mind, followed by the chilling image of being torn apart.
But Muen never imagined that his carefully laid plans would be completely ruined by just one small deviation?
After all, he’s the protagonist, isn’t he? How could he be so easily thwarted?
“No, no, it’s not time to draw conclusions yet!”
“Remember, she’s the protagonist, the one who can get lost and miraculously find the right room out of hundreds in the Duke’s mansion!”
“She’s the true child of destiny, and even if the timeline has deviated slightly, she’ll surely be able to correct it with her own luck!”
“It’s not time to give up yet!”
A spark ignited in Muen’s eyes, and the flames of determination once again burned fiercely in his chest.
Though everything seemed dire, it wasn’t time for despair.
He had to believe in the protagonist, believe in her destiny.
Because in any normal Feng Autian story, as long as the author isn’t out of their mind, they wouldn’t write such a disgusting plot where the heroine gets bullied by a golden-haired antagonist!
The protagonist might just be on the brink, like in some martial arts novels, or in certain celestial stories, where each close call brings enough excitement for the readers!
So, until Selicia truly wakes up, everything is not yet over!
Yes, before she wakes up!
“Ugh…”
A soft whimper suddenly echoed in the room.
“…”
No, it can’t be.
So soon?
Auditory hallucination! It must be an auditory hallucination!
“So hot…”
“…No, it’s not an auditory hallucination.”
This is bad.
Everything is fading.
The light is dispersing.
The fire is extinguishing.
Muen only feels a chilling coldness enveloping his entire body.
Stiffly, he turns his head to look at Selicia.
Sure enough, Selicia’s delicate willow-like eyebrows furrowed, and her body involuntarily wriggled.
It seems like she’s feeling uncomfortable, but regardless, she looks like she could wake up at any moment.
“This is really it.”
“The first thing Selicia will do when she wakes up is definitely to beat me up.”
“There’s no need for any doomed ending; my life will end right here.”
“Sob…”
In despair, Muen faced the still tightly closed door, leaving behind two lines of tears filled with prayers.
“Lady Eleanor, Lady Protagonist, Lady Savior!
What the hell are you doing? Hurry up and come save me!”
…
“How could that reckless Liya be so careless as to get cake on my skirt?”
At this moment, our beloved Muen, with his thoughts fixated on the protagonist Eleanor, wandered aimlessly through the Duke’s intricate corridors, clutching the hem of his skirt as if he were a headless fly.
You can see a clear stain on the corner of her skirt, caused by the cake that the clumsy Liya accidentally got on it just now.
So now Eleanor is looking for a bathroom, but she didn’t expect the Duke’s mansion to be so complex, and she is a super-duper road idiot with no self-awareness.
As a result, she predictably got lost.
But perhaps it’s the guidance of some higher power, or truly the protagonist’s aura of luck, but at this moment, Eleanor is only a corner away from the room where Muen is.
It’s easy to imagine that if she continues wandering like this, she will definitely, in a few minutes or even less, coincidentally push open the most correct door.
But this time, fate took a different turn in a twist of events.
“Who’s there? Show yourself!”
Eleanor suddenly looked towards the shadow at the corner, a cold glint of sternness flashing in her eyes.
Tap.
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed from the darkness.
A figure with a swaying black and white skirt slowly emerged from within.
It was a maid.
“I’m sorry, this guest, but this is a restricted area of the Duke’s mansion.”
The maid bowed to Eleanor and respectfully said, “Please turn back here.”
“A restricted area?”
While relieved, Eleanor couldn’t help but furrow her brows in confusion. “What restricted area?”
“It’s a Duke’s mansion secret, I’m sorry, but I can’t disclose it.”
“Hmph, stingy.”
Eleanor clicked her tongue, seeming indifferent, but her dark eyes darted around, indicating she was up to something.
“This guest, your skirt seems dirty.”
At that moment, the maid suddenly crouched in front of Eleanor.
She lifted Eleanor’s skirt with her hand, and her fingertips emitted a faint glow.
“【Purify】”
As the glow flashed, Eleanor’s skirt became as clean as new.
“That’s amazing.”
Eleanor blinked in astonishment. “Even the maids in the Duke’s mansion can use magic?”
“I know a little, it’s nothing worth mentioning.”
The maid stood up, smiling.
“In a little while, there will be a limited supply of Patchy Patchy cake at the banquet. If guests like it, please don’t miss it.”
“Patchy Patchy cake!”
Eleanor’s eyes suddenly lit up.
That’s her favorite cake!
Unfortunately, it’s expensive, and there aren’t many pastry chefs in the whole Belrand who can make it, so she rarely gets to eat it.
“Thank you for your help!”
Eleanor bowed deeply to the maid at a ninety-degree angle, then turned and ran off.
Her long gown did nothing to slow her down.
After all, even a place like the Duke’s mansion can only offer Patchy Patchy cake for a limited time. If you arrive late, you’ll definitely miss out!
…
After running for a while, Eleanor suddenly started talking.
But there was no one around her, she seemed to be talking to herself.
“I know there’s something suspicious about that maid.”
“Things like the restricted area of the Duke’s mansion are definitely lies.”
“She smells of blood, and there’s someone else hiding. But—none of that has anything to do with me!”
“Anyway, whatever trouble she’s causing is happening in the Duke’s mansion, it definitely won’t involve me.”
“Looking for Princess Selicia? Oh please, someone as important as her won’t get lost.”
“Nothing is more important than my Patchy Patchy cake, nothing!”
“My dear Patchy Patchy, I’m coming for you!”
