The kind-hearted physician treated Izael, who was being beaten and abused by Shuen Felicita, diligently calling him “young master” every time. Izael remembered that kindness and spared the physician’s life.
Of course, everyone except the physician was slaughtered. The servants of the mansion were no exception.
To ask them to serve a boy who looked like some stray bone that rolled in from nowhere and call him “young master” was only natural for them to resent.
The maids and servants turned a blind eye to Shuen’s abuse of Izael.
They pretended not to see it, simply turning their heads away. No one stopped Shuen.
Not only did they stand by and do nothing—they sometimes even framed him for their own mistakes.
“Haa….”
I let out a sigh. Knowing the future from the original story had made me think everything would go smoothly—but that was a mistake.
That damn auto mode!
I never imagined I wouldn’t be able to speak or act freely.
No kind smiles allowed. No gentle behavior allowed. No considerate words allowed.
It seemed like anything remotely “good” done in Shuen’s body, especially in front of others, was strictly prohibited.
At least this time, it stopped at an attempt. But there would be countless crises ahead.
I couldn’t keep canceling auto mode by passing out every time I got a penalty. No matter what I did, I was only headed toward Izael’s resentment.
“At this rate, the Felicita Marquis family is all going to be dead meat.”
I needed another solution. As I racked my brain, I realized something.
There was an extremely simple method.
“Why didn’t I think of this earlier!”
I almost clapped.
I shot up from my chair. The physician and maid, who were wrapping bandages, looked at me with wide eyes. With a flushed face, I shouted:
“I’m running away from home!”
The method I found was simple—running away.
Right now, I was basically a ticking time bomb.
If three warnings stacked up, even I didn’t know what I’d do.
The first impression was already ruined beyond repair. Living under the same roof as Izael was a fast track to a death ending.
I had to leave before I did something even crazier.
Of course, I didn’t plan to run away without preparation.
“The academy.”
The Arphedic Empire had the largest academy on the continent. In the original story, Izael also wanted to attend it.
The Marquis of Felicita was indifferent, but not someone stingy with money.
Sending a ward to the academy wasn’t difficult. However, Izael never got to go.
Because of Shuen’s interference.
“What gives you the right to go to the academy?”
As soon as Shuen found out Izael wanted to go, he locked him in a storage room.
No meals. Not even a sip of water.
Izael was trapped in total darkness for a full week.
Of course, if I left for the academy now, that kind of thing wouldn’t happen.
The plan was perfect.
“Alright. I’ll go to the academy.”
As if responding to my words, a bell rang.
Ding!
<<WARNING! Incompatible action detected.>>
<<Cumulative warnings: 1>>
What? A warning just for talking to myself?!
I quickly glanced at the maid folding clothes.
So if there was even one person in the same space, it counted as a violation.
This is insane!
I swallowed the urge to scream.
Then I thought about it. It made sense.
Shuen Felicita hated studying more than anything.
After losing his wife, the Marquis spoiled Shuen endlessly.
He bought her anything she wanted and never forced her to do anything she disliked.
‘No wonder she grew up so spoiled.’
Shuen was a character completely detached from studying.
The only time she ever used her brain was when tormenting Izael.
‘Ha. So the academy is off the table too…’
The moment I asked the Marquis to send me, warnings would probably rain down.
Even asking to send Izael would likely do the same.
What am I supposed to do?
As I agonized, someone called me.
“Young lady.”
I turned my head sharply.
A maid stood there holding a luxurious dress.
“…What?”
My tone came out sharper than intended.
She flinched.
“I-I was preparing you for an outing…”
“Outing?”
“Yes… you said you were going out earlier…”
She had mistaken my “running away” for a normal outing.
I was about to correct her—but stopped.
I already had one warning.
Another mistake and I’d go into auto mode.
At this point, going outside—away from Izael—was better.
‘Alright. I’ll reset outside.’
I changed into preparation attire and boarded the Felicita carriage.
Four horses pulled it slowly toward the bustling commercial district.
The rhythmic sound of hooves echoed.
It felt unreal—like I was inside some romance-fantasy ASMR video.
Sitting inside, I fidgeted with my skirt. Noble dresses were far more uncomfortable than I imagined.
‘I miss pants and an apron…’
I sighed, remembering my bakery clothes.
The carriage stopped on a busy shopping street.
As I stepped out, I smelled something familiar.
Warm, comforting, almost like it was wrapping around my soul.
“Bread!”
There was a large bakery down an alley.
A sign read:
[The Capital’s Finest Bakery!]
[Selected by Gourmet Guide “Pashuling”!]
It seemed to be the most famous bakery in the capital, Arpen.
Customers were coming and going in droves.
I walked closer as if possessed.
Behind the display glass were freshly baked loaves.
A sharp ache spread through my chest.
My bakery…
A small, cozy place that never even welcomed its first customer before burning down.
My mood sank.
‘My real body is probably already dead.’
I wouldn’t be able to go back.
Feeling gloomy, I craved carbs.
I walked into the bakery.
Inside, it was similar to a modern bakery.
Neatly arranged bread. Wooden trays and tongs. Small sample dishes.
Without thinking, I picked up a tray and tongs.
Ding!
<<WARNING! Incompatible action detected.>>
<<Cumulative warnings: 2>>
Ah!
I nearly bit my tongue.
The maid rushed over and took the tray.
“I’ll carry it for you, young lady!”
“…Fine.”
Shuen Felicita was a noble lady who didn’t lift anything heavier than a teacup.
Of course, this should have been handled by servants.
I still wasn’t fully adapted to this world.
I pointed at bread, giving short commands while the maid packed it.
Most of it was rye or barley bread.
‘Interesting…’
I took a sample bite.
And immediately frowned.
It was dry, hard, and tasteless.
Like eating flour dust.
‘I mean… this is the capital’s best bakery?’
Unbelievable.
As a trained baker, I was offended.
This level was a disaster.
Then—
Ding!
A different sound rang out.
<<EMERGENCY! Quest arrived.>>
<<Quest: Dress Izael in new clothes>>
<<Time remaining: 2 hours 59 minutes 58 seconds>>
I blinked.
What?
A quest?
And clothes? For Izael?
This was different from before.
Warnings punished me for “incompatible actions.”
But this—
Helping Izael was clearly a good act.
‘So I’m supposed to stay villainous… but also do this?’
My head spun.
‘I’m being emotionally waterboarded here.’
I didn’t want Izael wearing those worn-out clothes either.
But if I completed this quest, I’d probably get more warnings again.
‘What am I supposed to do?’
While I was stunned, time kept ticking down.
<<Time remaining: 2 hours 59 minutes 32 seconds>>
Then another line appeared.
<<Notice: During emergency quests, warnings are temporarily disabled.>>
