The Female Lead Found My Suicide Note

Jealousy (2)

At my one word, Herdy Delia couldn’t hold back and screams.

Looking at her whose conversation is 90% covered in curse words, I answered briefly as if sneering.

“Low-class, rude, and vulgar.”

“W-what? Are you done talking? Come out here!”

“I’m already out here.”

“But that’s!”

It’s somewhat funny to admit it honestly even in the midst of fighting.

I looked at her as she shouted as if having a fit, then slowly turned my gaze and said.

“So, are you saying I committed an illegal act?”

“That’s right. There’s no way you could solve such a problem in just a few minutes otherwise.”

It’s natural to have such doubts, but the situation and the method are too wrong.

I thought that if I let this slide, these doubts would amplify.

Regardless of the truth, public opinion would form as if I had really committed an illegal act.

‘To be honest, no matter how much these guys shout, it won’t affect me since I have the power of the Lercier Family behind me.’

However, there was a problem that these things could act as variables in the future.

Rather than avoiding it because it’s troublesome, I decided to face it head-on and resolve it.

‘That would probably be cheaper in the long run.’

Thinking that postponed things eventually have to be paid for, I looked at Delia and said.

“Can you take responsibility for those words?

At my words, Delia momentarily hesitated and looked at me.

The Herdy family, to which Delia belongs, is also one of the noble families, recognized everywhere thanks to the power and wealth accumulated over a long time.

However, she hadn’t yet received formal succession, and it seemed they didn’t have the strength to wage a full-scale war with the Lercier Family, so she flinched and stepped back.

‘Of course, that’s just a figure of speech. The families wouldn’t get involved in children’s arguments.’

Thinking about it coldly, why would they intervene in mere children’s arguments?

Whether they win or lose, it would only make them look ugly without any benefit.

If I don’t cross the line like in that rooftop situation last time, there would be no reason for the family to intervene.

‘So even if I take responsibility at the student level, it would mostly end with just a few harsh words…

But Delia doesn’t seem to think so.

While looking at me and those around her, weighing her pride against the damage that could befall her family.

Seeing the attention focused on her, she shouted at me in a somewhat subdued voice.

“O-Of course I can take responsibility. If what you say is true, I’ll become your dog!”

It seems she judged that the perception of her friends around her was more important than not taking responsibility.

Instead of backing down, she raises her own risk to prove that she is right.

I found this quite amusing and decided to go along with it, saying.

“Alright then, let’s prove it. However, if it’s proven that there’s no lie in my words… I’ll make sure you keep your word by any means necessary.”

“… Gulp.”

I’m not sure if she’s scared or nervous.

She nods her head saying, ‘Y-Yes, of course!’ while fidgeting.

I laughed inwardly, thinking she was more like a little boy than a young lady from a noble family.

*

In the end, it was decided that I would solve problems prepared by Delia in front of other students a few days later.

It felt somewhat bothersome and meaningless to the point where I wondered if it was really necessary.

However, if I could firmly prove my talent through this incident.

Not only could I expect additional support from the family.

But my position within the Academy would also rise, preventing the Heaven God Cult from bothering Rumi in the Academy anymore…

‘I guess it’s the right thing to do.’

I swallowed the sigh that kept trying to escape due to annoyance and looked at the butler nearby.

Now that I’m back home… I need to find out my fiancé’s name.

I was in a dilemma, feeling awkward about going straight to the butler and asking, “What’s my fiancé’s name?”

So while I was contemplating how to phrase it.

A pretty good idea came to mind, and instead of the butler.

I spoke to a maid who was somewhat clumsily cleaning in the hallway.

“… I’d like to send a letter to my fiancé.”

At those words, the maid, seemingly surprised that I would speak to her, exclaimed nervously.

“Mi-Miss Sien, you mean? I-I’ll prepare it right away!”

If it had been an experienced maid or butler, they would have simply said “I’ll prepare it immediately” and disappeared.

I was glad that the maid in front of me was new, and I nodded.

‘Sien, huh.’

Deciding to try not to forget it, I turned my gaze away.

*

In any case, since I was the one who asked for the letter, I found myself in a situation where I had to write something and send it.

I hesitated for a moment, looking at the stationery and quill pen on the desk.

Then I slowly began to write.

[Nice to meet you.]

The fortunate thing is that even if I write in Korean, it automatically transforms into the language of this world.

I carefully sealed the letter with just three short characters written on it, then handed it to the butler.

At my action, the butler blinked his eyes and.

“… You mean to Miss Sien? Understood. I will make arrangements to ensure it arrives as quickly as possible.”

He looks at me in disbelief and hurriedly moves forward.

Just as I was starting to regret thinking that writing a letter might have been too much.

The butler quickly returns and asks me a question.

“Young master, after thinking about it, I believe it would be better to send flowers along with it to Miss Sien.”

“… Do as you please.”

Thinking it’s oddly sentimental, I nod vaguely and turn to go back to my room.

Remembering something I hadn’t managed to convey earlier, I spoke to the butler.

“Please tell the head of the family that I would like to receive ownership of the newly discovered ruins as a reward.”

He looked puzzled at the sudden request for ownership of the ruins.

But soon, as if deciding not to think too deeply about it, he bowed his head and said he understood.

*

After that, it was a repetition of research and magic practice.

No matter how extraordinarily talented one might be.

To make that talent bloom even more brilliantly, experience and practice were necessary, so I was repeatedly practicing.

‘And above all, I might be lucky enough to gain a skill.’

I was also repeating it in the hope of that possibility.

In any case, it was something I had to do, so while I was repeating these things.

The result of the ‘ownership of the ruins’ I had mentioned to the butler came back.

“Young master, the head of the family has purchased all rights to the ruins and then transferred them to you.”

I’m surprised that it’s already been purchased and handed over, even though it hasn’t been a day since I mentioned it.

‘It seems that it appeared near the Academy, so they probably claimed ownership and brought it in for a reasonable price.’

I nodded, thinking that the ability was still too exceptional.

‘In any case, the ownership has come to me.’

What’s important is to make the most of it.

I pondered how to use it, thinking of the ‘ancient magic’ sleeping inside.

‘Then, first, after setting up defenses to prevent the Heaven God Cult from invading.’

I decided to start exploring the ruins and stretched my body.

For now, I thought about perfecting what I’m currently researching or practicing to avoid sudden death in the ruins.

I continued my training.

*

“Rumi, wake up from your misguided dream. You know there’s no one who will love you.”

In a shabby bedroom with no furniture at all.

There, Rumi’s adoptive parents whispered to her with a sickening smile.

“If that Deren guy really cared about you, he wouldn’t have left you like this.”

“……”

… Although I knew those words weren’t true.

I was momentarily speechless, perhaps because the image of the student council president and Deren following her came to mind.

So, when I couldn’t even refute and kept my mouth shut, the adoptive parents continued with a sneer.

“Don’t you think so too? A useless, troublesome trash of a commoner girl might be interesting to play with for a moment, but he wouldn’t want to keep you around.”

… This was an undeniable fact.

Unless I was in a position to be of some help to Deren, far from being helpful, I was only causing trouble.

The question of whether he would really want to keep someone like me around.

That kind of doubt made me try to come up with a good answer… but no matter how much I thought about it, only negative thoughts came to mind.

As my mind gradually sank and I was becoming depressed.

My adoptive parents, as if they had been waiting for the right moment, conveyed new information to me.

“By the way, there’s a widespread rumor that Deren sent a lavish bouquet of flowers and a heartfelt letter to his fiancée this evening. Unlike you who’s been neglected, it seems his fiancée is precious to him.”

“… What? Flowers and a letter?”

“It was a gorgeous rose. According to other believers, roses symbolize love… I think you understand what this means by now.”

Love… huh.

At those words, my heart is quickly stabbed again.

Why is it? Is it because Deren doesn’t pay attention to me? Or is there another reason?

Even though I think my desires are excessive for someone who doesn’t even stand on the same level as him, let alone match him.

A feeling of wanting to get… closer to him blooms.

‘I don’t want to lose anymore… but.’

I was afraid that if I showed signs of liking him, he would be disgusted, and furthermore, I was scared that my adoptive parents and the Heaven God Cult might harm him.

As I became increasingly anxious, caught in a conflict where I couldn’t do one thing or the other.

…The scene where Deren was almost stabbed by a person from the Heaven God Cult flashed through my mind.

If he hadn’t been lucky, it could have been a truly fatal situation.

As that situation came to mind, my head, which had been heated up with jealousy, sank emptily and turned cold.

And for the first time in my life, a tiny killing intent arose, and a thought I had never had before crossed my mind.

‘If only those people weren’t around, maybe I could…’

As soon as that thought occurred to me, I quickly shook my head and denied it, trying to shake it off.

In a strange way, their behavior started to irritate me bit by bit.