My Lover Isn't Interested With The Female lead!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My Lover Isn’t Interested With The Female lead!
✽ CHAPTER 03✽
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Among the emerging knowledge was information about Count Sharon. One of the jewelry stores Ariettee visited was Sharon Jewelry, operated by Count Sharon family.

 

It was just for the female protagonist’s family or the male protagonist’s money-making scenes, but it still appeared.

 

‘Usually in isekai stories, the possessed person’s connection is with the original male lead… or they have good relationships with significant supporting characters or the female lead’s family.’

 

Letticia selected male characters from the original as important figures.

 

Crown Prince Matthias, Ariette’s eldest brother Alexander, and the second brother Achilles.

 

… All of them are terrible. Darn it.

 

Matthias is a typical possessive male lead, Alexander has a subtle sister complex, and Achilles is an enthusiastic fool with a sister complex. All three have dark pasts befitting romance novel male leads.

 

Even if it’s rare to find a perfectly sane person among romance novel male leads, how is it that none of the three prominent men are mentally stable?

 

‘No, it’s absolutely impossible for only those three to remain. I’d rather die.’

 

Whether it’s a crown prince or the protagonist’s brothers, imagining them being obsessed with oneself gives me the chills.

 

In a situation filled with sighs, Letticia, along with her knowledge of the original work, envisioned future romance novel clichés that came to mind.

 

1. If I were to revive someone?

 

Instead of the heroine, they would become obsessed with Letticia.

 

2. If I were close to the heroine?

 

They would use the excuse of the heroine and become obsessed with Letticia.

 

3. What if I show no interest?

 

They would say, ‘You’re the first woman like this for me,’ and still become obsessed.

 

“No, the heroine’s brothers could be different.”

 

Even if the heroine’s brothers, who adore their younger sister, get married, it doesn’t seem like they would become obsessed with Letticia.

 

“If there’s ever a fight with Ariette, he’ll definitely take her side.”

 

Literally, he is a husband who is not one’s own but belongs to someone else. Perfectly fitting the conditions that women dislike the most about their in-laws.

 

“Darn it…”

 

Whether men obsess over themselves or the heroine, whatever they do leads to a bad ending in this miserable world of romance novels.

 

Why are there only such clichés in romance novels, making Letticia suffer like this?

 

I doubt such clichés would actually happen, but in a world where the most unrealistic isekai cliché has become reality, who knows what else could happen.

 

“… Yeah, let’s not get involved. It’s best to stay uninvolved.”

 

The contemplation that lasted for a few minutes quickly came to an end. After all, pondering over such things for too long is just a waste of time.

 

“Try not to get involved with characters from the original work, and if it happens, let’s wrap it up quickly.”

 

In case there’s any more interaction, treat them the same way others do, to avoid the risk of triggering that darn ‘first something’ cliché if there’s even a slight difference in treatment.

 

“Alright. This is how I’ll live my second life. Born as beautiful, wealthy nobility, but I can’t ruin it by getting entangled with those people!”

 

That was Letticia’s worldview decided at the age of six.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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After a few days with her worldview determined, Letticia’s family tutor finally arrived.

 

“Nice to meet you, Lady Letticia Sharon. I’m Helena Bluebell, who will be teaching you from today.”

 

“Hello, I’m Leticia of Count Sharon. Nice to meet you, Teacher. Please take care of me.”

 

The family tutor, who looked young despite being over 20, didn’t seem strict or appear to have a bad personality.

 

Letticia felt relieved that the tyrannical family tutor, a cliché that tormented even Ariette in romance novels, didn’t seem to be the case.

 

“Lady, have you ever taken etiquette classes?”

 

“No, this is my first time with a family tutor.”

 

And my freedom is over.

 

Letticia muttered words she absolutely couldn’t say to the teacher inside her mind.

 

Fortunately, it didn’t show on her face, and Helena continued with her gentle expression.

 

“I see. The greeting you did earlier doesn’t deviate significantly from proper etiquette.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Yes. Introducing your family name and your name, and then expressing that you look forward to working together. These are the basics of etiquette.”

 

“That’s a relief. I just copied what my sister and brothers do.”

 

As Letticia smiled and answered, Helena exclaimed, nodded appreciatively.

 

“It’s a very good approach. Etiquette is best learned by observing those around you.”

 

“Yes, I’m confident. My sister and brothers can’t teach me that, though.”

 

It’s partly because I don’t want to embarrass the family.

 

In reality, Letticia had already listened to the history of the empire from start to finish earlier this morning.

 

Of course, it’s no secret that about half of it went in one ear and out the other.

 

“I see. Lady Letticia, then what subject do you like the most? Reading, arithmetic, geography, history, music, drawing, etiquette, dance, anything.”

 

“I can read all the fairy tales! I also like moving my body.”

 

“Fairy tales, huh? Then you must be able to quickly pick up reading.”

 

Helena seemed to be considering Letticia’s progress in learning to read, perhaps having heard from her mother that Letticia wasn’t fluent in reading.

 

“So, you said you enjoy moving your body? In that case, how about dancing? Have you ever danced before?”

 

“Dancing… no, I haven’t. I usually go to bed early when there’s a ball.”

 

Although there were occasional balls at Count Sharon’s, Letticia, being too young to debut, couldn’t participate.

 

So when there was a ball, Letticia would insist on playing with her sister and brothers for a while, then get tired and go to bed early.

 

“Still, you know how to dance, right? Wearing a beautiful dress, holding hands, and twirling around? It’s in picture books.”

 

“In a very basic sense, that’s correct, but there are various types of dances. In social circles, knowing the traditional dances like Ponteon, Cardieu, and Coteon is considered basic. Learning the polka and gavotte would be good too, but for now, those three are the basics.”

 

Letticia was pleasantly surprised to find out that there were more types of dances than she had initially thought.

 

‘Wow, so many dances? Ariette only danced waltz at the ball.’

 

Letticia recalled a scene from the original work where Ariette, participating in a ball, danced a waltz with a man other than Matthias, which angered Matthias and revealed his obsession.

 

“Y, Your Highness…!”

 

Within the firm arms that confined her, Ariette trembled. His breath, as if declaring he had no intention of letting go, brushed past her hair.

 

Unyielding, his gaze filled with obsession passed over her. Struggling to breathe, she inadvertently made a small noise, and a growling whisper reached her ears.

 

“Did I leave you alone for too long?”

 

“Your Highness, I…”

 

“Matthias.”

 

Correcting the reflexive title, in his crimson eyes tinted with obsession, Ariette trembled like a small chick.

 

“You called that man by his name earlier, but you don’t call me by mine. Isn’t that unfair?”

 

Matthias, speaking provocatively, lifted Ariete’s hand and kissed each knuckle as if erasing the traces of the man who had danced with her just moments ago.

 

It was as if he intended to cover up any sign of the man who had been holding Ariette’s hand and dancing with her just before.

 

“Don’t provoke me too much. The mere thought of another man touching your body makes me want to tear him apart.”

 

‘He’s really losing it.’

 

In this world, words like jealousy or possessiveness were still unknown to Letticia, making her use the strongest expressions available.

 

While it’s understandable to dislike her dancing with another man, expressing a desire to tear someone apart is quite extreme.

 

“There are so many types of dances? I guess I’ll have to learn a lot.”

 

“Don’t worry. For now, let’s start with learning the basic three dances. And before we dive into dancing, shall we have lunch first?”

 

“Lunch?”

 

At the mention of lunch, Letticia raised an eyebrow. Why suggest having lunch suddenly when the lessons haven’t even started?

 

“Starting today, we’ll be having lunch together, just the two of us. You need to learn dining etiquette from now on.”

 

“D-dining etiquette?”

 

Letticia, who thought she would learn things like greetings when told she would be learning etiquette, was taken aback by the mention of dining etiquette.

 

But thinking about it, it made sense. Nobles, known for their strict manners, wouldn’t neglect having etiquette for dining.

 

“Today, let’s start with table manners, so don’t worry about the courtesy when entering for now.”

 

There’s even courtesy for entering?

 

With a feeling that her soul might escape halfway, Letticia silently wished that lunchtime, which she would normally have eagerly anticipated, wouldn’t come.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Is lunch always this complicated in romance novels?

 

Already over ten times corrected, Letticia felt like throwing the fork. Unlike yesterday when she sat absentmindedly, today she was bombarded with instructions like which side to sit on, where to place the napkin, and more.

 

In addition, paying attention to the sequence of the meal and how to use the fork and knife left her confused about where her food was going.

 

“Why can’t people eat comfortably?”

 

Letticia couldn’t help but question as she struggled with the intricacies of dining etiquette.

 

In the midst of it all, feeling thirsty, Letticia took a sip of juice. However, before wiping her mouth with the napkin, she received a reprimand for not doing so earlier. Letticia pouted and awkwardly wiped her mouth with the napkin.

 

“Isn’t eating supposed to be comfortable? I heard that even dogs don’t get bothered when they eat!”

 

“… I don’t know where you heard that, but nobles should conduct their meals elegantly. Especially when invited to dine in other mansions, if the Lady and Count Sharon were to break any etiquette, it would be troublesome.”

 

She tried throwing in a saying from her past life, but the response she got was firm.

 

Sadly, it seemed that in this life, nobles believed that manners could feed people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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To Be Continued…
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