TLVGAJ 65

~Chapter 65~

“Sigh.”

I let out a deep breath.

After being scolded by Harry, I returned to my room feeling gloomy.

The words I had just heard kept echoing in my head.

[My Lady. I… have no interest in other women.]
[Anyway… please don’t do that again, My Lady.]

“Why…?”

Even after all my efforts, Harry and Emily didn’t seem to have grown closer at all. My hard work felt useless.

Honestly, I had one possible reason in mind.

‘Could it be… because Fin is still alive?’

I frowned.

When I saved Fin, I expected the story would twist a little.

Still, I trusted the heroine’s power. She was the heroine of this world, so I thought she would naturally attract the male leads like fate.

But… I didn’t expect them not to get close at all.

Most of all—

[You don’t have to take care of me that much. The truth is… I already like someone…]

Harry had clearly been about to say something. Like he had someone he liked.

Had he already met a new connection here at the mansion? Someone he liked even more than Emily?

But then…

‘Why do I have such a bad feeling about this?’

It was the same uneasiness I always felt whenever the story twisted.

Could it be that the one Harry likes is…

‘It’s not me, right…?’

Knock, knock.

At that moment, the door opened and a maid peeked in.

“What is it?”

“My Lady, His Highness the Crown Prince has come to visit.”

Emily and the Male Leads Romance Recovery Project – Part Two.

The next target male lead was Albert.

I decided I would personally connect Emily with Albert, the most important main lead!

‘Since Emily and Albert might never meet otherwise, I have to create an opportunity for them.’

So I sent Albert a request to visit, saying I had something to discuss.

I couldn’t go to the palace myself—he had to come here. That way, he and Emily could meet.

‘Surely the main male lead and heroine will be different from the others.’

I still believed in the “fate” of the novel.

Harry may have gone off-track since he was a side male lead, but the main male lead and heroine had to be different.

Maybe it wouldn’t spark right away, but there would be some change between them.

So began Step One of connecting the main male lead and the heroine!

‘Hehe.’

I narrowed my eyes and peeked through the slightly open parlor door.

Inside, I saw Albert drinking tea, and Emily in a maid uniform cleaning nearby.

[“Sophie, when His Highness arrives, make sure Emily is assigned to clean the parlor.”]

[“Wouldn’t it be better to clean it before he arrives?”]

[“No, make sure she does it right when he comes. Emily matches well with His Highness.”]

[“…?”]

Sophie had looked confused, but it seemed she had followed my instructions.

‘Perfect. It’s like a painting.’

I admired the scene again.

Albert, dazzlingly beautiful.
Emily, the heroine, not losing in presence even next to him.

In the quiet room, one drank tea while the other cleaned.

‘Yes, Emily. Get closer to Albert. Closer.’

I smiled to myself like a pervert while watching them.

What better position could I have than this—to naturally set up the heroine and male leads?

‘Maybe this is why the author brought Emily here—to let me play matchmaker like this.’

Satisfied, I stepped back from the door.

“…I should change into another dress. Tell His Highness I’ll be a little late.”

“Uh…? Yes, My Lady.”

Sophie twitched her brow at my strange order but nodded.

What they needed now was time. Time to notice each other.

I didn’t expect much today. Just for them to recognize each other would be enough for me.

So I had to delay my entrance.

‘Hehe.’

Smiling, I went upstairs.

Main lead, heroine—fall in love right before my eyes.

I’ve set the stage. Now it’s your turn.

Tick, tock.

The ticking of the clock sounded unusually loud.

With arms crossed, I stared at the clock.

10 minutes.

20 minutes.

30 minutes.

‘Hmm. That should be enough.’

Normally, noble ladies took about 30 minutes to change dresses.

I could go down now, but… it felt too soon.

‘Alright, I’ll wait 10 more minutes before going down!’

I laughed quietly to myself.

Surely by then, the atmosphere between them would have changed.

Just like the time Emily once offered Albert to share her umbrella, when a faintly romantic air had appeared.

‘Maybe they’ve even fallen in love at first sight…’

Crash!

“Hm?”

I tilted my head. Something had shattered.

Then came loud noises.

Thud, thud, thud!

Footsteps rushed up the stairs.

The door burst open and a maid shouted.

“My Lady, there’s a problem…!”

“Huh? What is it?”

“The maid cleaning the parlor…!”

What?!

Before she could finish, I ran down the stairs, a sense of dread gripping me.

I flung open the parlor door—

And froze at the sight.

Emily was kneeling before Albert, surrounded by knights with swords pointed at her throat.

‘Gasp!’

My heart jumped.

What was this?!

Why were they suddenly pointing swords at the heroine?!

Without thinking, I ran forward and spread my arms to shield Emily.

It was pure instinct—the instinct of a transmigrator to protect the heroine.

“What are you doing to my servant?!”

Strictly speaking, she wasn’t really from our household, but still!

Only then did I notice Albert’s pants were wet.

On the floor, a broken teacup lay scattered.

So… Emily must have made a mistake.

Stunned, I looked at her.

“I-I made a mistake. While cleaning nearby, I hit the teacup with the broom…”

Emily bowed her head, on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry…! I committed a grave mistake!”

“While I was changing clothes, it seems one of our borrowed maids made a mistake.”

Trying to salvage the situation, I turned to Albert.

“Your Highness, could you show mercy this once?”

“…”

Albert looked down at his wet clothes, then glanced at me.

He sighed deeply.

“…Sheathe your swords. I’m fine.”

The knights stepped back, but Albert’s frown showed his irritation.

Haah…

‘It’s ruined…’

My first plan—tragically failed because of Emily’s clumsy mistake.