I Thought I Was The Main Character

They were treating me like a con artist.

 

What’s wrong?

 

This was [tnote keyword=”Rofan”]Romance fantasy.[/tnote].

 

Investment should be received naturally!

 

‘How can I do this at the right time? I wonder if I have to hang from the other side while doing this!’

 

Contrary to my embarrassment, May and Belle were serious.

 

There were a lot of things they wanted to say, but it seems that they have endured it knowing that I was an aristocrat.

 

Instead, they shot a lot of swear words with their eyes.

 

“It’s true. You two will succeed.”

 

“I have nothing more to say. Go back.”

 

“No, but I’m telling you–”

 

“Noble lady. We have nothing more to say.”

 

I couldn’t stand the cold tone any longer.

 

It looked like they would call the security forces if I did more.

 

So my first heroic investment attempt failed.

 

“What shall we do, my lady?”

 

“Let’s stop by the market first.”

 

I decided the destination for Billy, who was looking around, and got into the carriage.

 

No, other possessed character succeeded in investing just in time, but I didn’t why I couldn’t.

 

‘It’s time for the main character’s buff to explode again! I mean, hold my hand quickly!’

 

That was the same with Luciano, and while things seem to be working out, it was surprisingly not easy.

 

‘Well, it’s hard to believe when a child you’ve never seen before suddenly appears and wants to invest.’

 

May and Belle’s suspicions were understandable.

 

But even if it was the case, my investment–!

 

I was already at a loss.

 

I couldn’t give up though.

 

I persuaded Luciano who was like a solid wall of iron. To not received investment from me.

 

Although I failed today, it would be different next time.

 

So I backed down today while promising the next time.

 

* * *

 

I stopped by the market to buy the necessary ingredients and headed straight to the palace.

 

Although I was depressed by the heroic investment’s failure.

 

I already promised Luciano I’d go today.

 

When I arrived at the Imperial Palace, the door suddenly opened as soon as the carriage stopped.

 

My goodness!

 

“You’re late.”

 

Luciano, who looked more youthful, greeted me with a sullen face.

 

When I first met him, he looked thin and weak.

 

However, his cheeks were chubby these days, so he looked good and his handsomeness has also shone.

 

“Prince, what are you doing here?”

 

As time passed, our relationship changed a little.

 

The biggest change was that I ended up talking informally to Luciano like this.

 

It was a mistake at first.

 

But surprisingly, he didn’t point it out, and I naturally spoke informally after noticing it.

 

That’s how close we got.

 

Luciano’s red eyes glanced discontentedly at me.

 

“You’re late.”

 

I know, you didn’t have to say it twice.

 

“Take this.”

 

I handed over the basket I had brought and Luciano accepted it naturally.

 

“It’s late.”

 

As soon as I got out of the carriage, I heard the same thing for the third time.

 

‘Hey, I’ve been waiting for so long.’

 

I couldn’t believe the guy who told me not to come changed like this in a few years.

 

I was deeply moved.

 

Apart from my appreciation, Luciano’s expression turned sour.

 

“I’m sorry, I’ve been somewhere.”

 

“Where have you been?”

 

He asked for every detail.

 

“I met someone.”

 

“Who?”

 

“There is. Prince wouldn’t know that person.”

 

“Who is it that I don’t know?”

 

It was someone you didn’t know. Could you tell even if I explain?

 

Now it was a tone of interrogation.

 

Seeing the persistent eyes that looked at me, I could already see the obsessed male lead’s temperament.

 

After all, obsessions were the default for Rofan’s male lead these days.

 

However, I couldn’t say that I went to invest, so I changed the subject appropriately.

 

“I bought ingredients to make bread today.”

 

Luciano looked down at the basket and blinked his eyes.

 

“Bread?”

 

Luciano’s voice went up a little.

 

And his puffy cheeks loosened then went up and down slightly.

 

“Yes, I’ll make you something delicious.”

 

“Shall we go to the kitchen?”

 

Luciano’s voice changed.

 

It was also simple.

 

I laughed when I saw that he was immediately relieved by the idea of making delicious food.

 

‘He also has changed a lot.’

 

Luciano’s anger disappeared with the food.

 

“Yes, let’s go to the kitchen.”

 

Just as I was about to move, the pink bag hanging from my waist bothered me.

 

It was Tosuni with a lot of very, very precious money, but it got in the way of making bread.

 

However, I couldn’t leave this bag anywhere, so I have no choice but to entrust it to someone I trusted.

 

“Hang on, Prince. Billy!”

 

I stopped and looked for Billy.

 

Billy answered right away because he was still about to pull out the carriage.

 

“Yes, my lady.”

 

“I’ll leave my Tosuni to you, it means that I trust Billy.”

 

I took off my Tosuni and held it out toward Billy in a solemn tone.

 

Billy’s widened slightly, then he smiled softly and took the bag.

 

“Yes, my lady. I’ll keep it safe.”

 

Well, you were a little light-minded.

 

“You know, right? I don’t leave this to others. Never, never lose it.”

 

I emphasized repeatedly.

 

Then Billy smiled deeply.

 

“Yes, I do. It’s an honor.”

 

Only then, I felt reassured to see him holding Tosuni tightly.

 

“By the way, you can’t run away with it.”

 

“I have to take the young lady to the mansion. Where would I go?”

 

Billy’s words were extremely reassuring.

 

I believed and turned around.

 

Luciano was silently watching the conversation between Billy and me.

 

His eyes were a little bit different.

 

“Let’s go to the kitchen now, Prince.”

 

Luciano followed quietly.

 

When we entered the building and just the two of us were left, Luciano opened his mouth.

 

“Do you trust that person very much?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“You don’t leave that bag to anyone. Especially when it comes to money.”

 

He must have guessed there was money inside the bag.

 

“Yes, I trust him. So I entrusted it.”

 

As if Luciano didn’t like it, he frowned and bit his mouth tightly.

 

And he glared at me.

 

There must be complaints again.

 

Although Luciano became much softer, sometimes he was so emotional.

 

“Let’s hurry up make some bread and eat it.”

 

And as usual, I just calmed him.

 

“Then I–”

 

“What?”

 

“Can you leave it to me?”

 

“My Tosuni?”

 

“Yes, can you leave it to me?”

 

What’s wrong with him?

 

Luciano’s eyes were frighteningly serious.

 

“Are you perhaps…”

 

When I squinted with seriousness, Luciano shook his shoulders.

 

That was very suspicious and aroused my suspicions.

 

“Are you after my money? Do you need money?”

 

“…. It’s not like that.”

 

Luciano, who was very nervous, gave a disappointed expression and answered bluntly.

 

“I’m glad if you don’t.”

 

Luciano glared at me again when I said that.

 

‘What, why?’

 

When I blinked my eyes to say something, Luciano’s cheek became sullen.

 

He strode out first with a cold gesture.

 

His uncomfortable mood could be read from the back, making me laugh for no reason.

 

‘He’s also cute.’

 

So he spoke to his back as he was about to go away.

 

“I’ll leave it to you.”

 

He flinched.

 

The back that was going ahead came to a halt.

 

Luciano’s look on his face as he turned around was uncertain.

 

I told him again when he was confused as to whether he heard correctly.

 

“Of course, I can leave it to you.”

 

Luciano bit his mouth tightly to hide the corners of his mouth that were about to go up.

 

Our relationship has changed a lot as much as that honest expression on our faces.

 

I finally burst into laughter when I saw Luciano’s back who turned around.

 

* * *

 

After inviting Luciano to our mansion and serving him food.

 

I took care of his meal above all else.

 

I couldn’t help to watch him eating raw food at such a young age.

 

I made an opportunity to eat together whenever I had time.

 

We eat at our mansion, and we also eat out.

 

But I couldn’t do that every time, so I eventually started learning to cook.

 

I thought he would eat if I cooked in front of his eyes.

 

And the intention was successful.

 

Luciano ate the dish I made without hesitation.

 

What was the excitement at that time?

 

It felt like taming a feisty stray cat with food.

 

I felt proud, so I made it more often.

 

I took out all the ingredients I had brought when I arrived in the kitchen.

 

“Hurry up wash your hands.”

 

I said to Luciano while washing my hands.

 

I wore the apron I had brought while he washing his hands.

 

Mine was a cute apron with a rabbit face on it.

 

This was also my nanny’s taste, never mine.

 

“Please lower your head.”

 

And I gave Luciano a neat apron made of sky blue fabric.

 

This was also made by my nanny with the fabric that Luciano had chosen.

 

–Prince, this has the same color as my hair. Did you choose it on purpose? Right? Right?

 

I made fun of him on purpose.

 

–I just chose it.

 

Luciano replied nonchalantly.

 

The man who was teased didn’t mind, so I became a strange person who teased him.

 

After we wore the apron that has such a story, we began to make bread in earnest.

 

I poured water into a large bowl with strong flour, salt, and yeast that were already measured, then handed it to Luciano.

 

“Here, mix it up.”

 

He naturally picked up the ball and started kneading it.

 

Luciano was pretty good at kneading the dough because I ordered him so much.

 

At first, he just watched me cook.

 

But I thought it would be unreasonable just to eat it.

 

–Mix this up.

 

–Cut this for me.

 

–Stir this.

 

I made Luciano do this and that.

 

He was surprisingly obedient and obeyed my words.

 

In fact, Luciano’s gentle work made me feel a little sorry.

 

Still, I didn’t know if I could make him do bad things as he was a prince.

 

–You know, Prince. Even men should be good at cooking these days. Do you understand?

 

–A man who cooks well is loved by his wife.

 

So I added an excuse for why he should cook.

 

Luciano wouldn’t have any job related to cooking in a class-based society.

 

But you never know what’s going to happen to people.

 

Luciano seemed to be tempted, anyway.

 

–Then, do you like men who cook well?

 

That was what I see in a survey.

 

–Of course! Those who can cook are the best! Awesome! Perfect husband material!

 

I nodded my head and kept saying, “A man who cooks well is the best.”

 

Since then, I was satisfied because Luciano seems to be more obedient.