Adaline first felt something was wrong when she was nine years old.
She was having a wonderful time with her fiancé.
‘Just think, the child already has a groom,’ she thought. Although this was a common occurrence in this world, it still seemed unusual to her.
It might not be strange to consider him a childhood friend, but the thought of her marrying him one day seemed strange.
‘The groom is a young duke, let alone a “silver spoon”...’
In the past, a certain Duke inherited a fortune at age 25 and became the richest twenty-something in the world. This ducal heir is probably no worse.
Until this moment, Adaline still did not fully understand the world into which she had been reborn.
It seemed fantastic to her, but she didn’t even imagine that this world could be from a novel. Of course, this is difficult to imagine.
‘If this was my previous life, he would have achieved success as a model.’
His beauty alone, capable of turning into a picture in the blink of an eye, would be a success in any media.
The angelically beautiful boy's name was Shane Blanchard.
His sleek black hair and piercing crescent-shaped eyes with blue irises like gems gave him a striking appearance. His skin was perfect, like porcelain, and his limbs were long and slender.
At thirteen years old, he already looked like a young man.
Adaline was only nine, so despite the four-year age difference, he was a sweetheart who never showed boredom when he was around her.
‘Overall, he has a pleasant face.’
To Adaline, Shane seemed very kind.
Too smart for his age, almost an adult.
‘Maybe it’s because he was brought up strictly. He doesn't even cry like a baby. And not so straightforward...'
Shortly after their engagement, Adaline was dragged to Shane's mother's funeral.
She was shocked to learn that adults had brought her to the funeral, and even more shocked to see a pale boy standing motionless in place.
He lost his mother, but the adults left him alone as if he was one of them.
A child who learned to suppress his emotions and did not know how to express them.
It was impossible not to wish him and hug him.
- I'll be there for you. Don't worry. You can at least cry in front of me.
- I can't cry.
- Try.
- Do you like it when I cry?
- Yes.
- Then I'll try.
Even though he didn't shed a tear, his willingness to cry at the bride's request showed how kind he was. She decided to take good care of him so that he would not become anyone's fool.
After that, she began to show more care and often visited him, playing together.
Shane seemed to value Adaline's feelings as he visited her once a month outside of scheduled meetings.
Even though Shane was older, it was less about keeping an eye on him and more about getting closer.
— Are you visiting again? Do you have a lot of free time? she teased.
— What could be more important than spending time with my fiancée?
- Really?
Perhaps he used this as an excuse not to study.
She felt like she was being used as a legitimate excuse for being idle, but that was okay, it was nice to spend time admiring his handsome face.
“If only the Saint would appear.”
- A?
-Didn't you read the newspaper?
Adaline was only holding the newspaper for show, she was actually enjoying Shane's face. Realizing the stupidity of her situation, her cheeks instantly flushed.
She couldn't admit that she was staring at his face.
- Saint?
Which Saint?
Adaline read the newspaper headline.
The article was about how difficult it is to find a new Saint 102 years after the death of the last one.
- What kind of romantic plot is this... Eh?
Novel?
'Wait? ‘
And then it dawned on her - her fiancé’s last name was Blanchard...
A saint who appears once every hundred or so years.
Blanchard, the eldest son of the ducal family, is a handsome young man with black hair and fair skin...?
A name and appearance that she thought she had heard many times...
‘Ah, damn! He's the main character! ‘
The phrase 'main character' floated over the boy's angelic face, and the forgotten plot quickly took over her thoughts.
‘This wasn’t just a fantasy world. This is truly a world from a novel! ‘
She quickly assessed the situation.
‘No wonder he had everything!’
The protagonist of a healing novel, devoted to the main character, with his equal talents in art and weapons, as well as impeccable status and appearance.
‘I just called him Shane and didn’t think about his last name, and it never occurred to me that the image of a handsome young man with black hair and fair skin could be applied to a child... I didn’t even imagine.’