159 – Proposal (2)
“Leonhard Deinhart. Hero. Born at Dainhart Castle as the only son of the Duke of Dainhart. Perhaps because he was the son of a high-ranking nobleman and because of his strict education, he grew up to be an easy-going and friendly person. The gap between his aristocratic and dignified appearance and down-to-earth personality sometimes leaves a surprising impression on those around him. After entering the academy, he becomes involved with several heroines and experiences internal growth. After the Academy is destroyed by the Third Incident, he becomes a warrior as planned and sets out on a journey to defeat the Demon King.”
Lilian read the contents of the book titled Leonhard as if reading a summary.
“Is it really written that way?”
In response to my question, she slightly raised the corner of her mouth.
“What do you think?”
“If you’re trying to make a joke, stop. “It’s not like that, is it?”
“If you guess correctly, I’ll give you a good prize. “Then that’s enough, right?”
“What can I tell you?”
“Wouldn’t it be fun if you found out in advance?”
She shook her upper body as if to force her to make a hasty decision.
‘I can’t help it.’
I slowly looked around.
Countless books were on the bookshelf.
It goes without saying, but such a large volume of books would not exist with just the setting of a novel.
I guess this is the world that I have vaguely expressed so far.
It’s not just me, the main character of the original novel, and other characters and settings.
Even miscellaneous things that did not appear in the novel exist here.
A place where everything that embodies this world is used and stored.
And every time something in the world changes, books change their contents.
A place that is destroyed and reused, and yet records the world forever.
So this place is infinite and eternal.
What Lilian was holding in his hand was a book about me that had been created like that.
Leonhard Deinhart. There must be a story written about some of the elements that make up this world.
Sarak.
The girl lightly turned a page of her book with her slender fingertips.
“You have already destroyed several ruins. There are already four of them. “That was something no Leonhard I’ve ever seen could do.”
The Leonhard that woman was talking about was not me.
All my actions have already proven that fact.
He did things that the original person would not have done and walked down paths that he would not have walked.
So the world changed into something other than what was originally intended.
How many settings and worlds have been rewritten because of me.
“To be honest, everything is a mess now. “I might have to destroy everything I worked so hard to write and start over.”
Although he spoke as if he was blaming me, his fingers were extremely cheerful as he turned the pages.
The attitude was that such things were minor and unimportant.
What did the woman think the contents of that book were like, she asked.
I already know the answer to the question she asked.
‘The question is, why is she asking that?’
Lilian was turning the pages of the book with a happy smile on her face, regardless of whether my gaze became fierce or not.
‘I don’t think I’ll think anything of it.’
For fun.
After observing Lilian’s behavior and personality, I found that she was not the type to give reasons for every action.
Rather, most actions are impulsive and unplanned.
That impulsiveness may be a necessary trait for a writer to some extent.
However, it is a pain in the ass for the opposing party.
“I don’t know anything else, but I don’t think it’s the exact same thing you just said. “I haven’t lived a very organized life.”
Lilian’s eyes quirked up at my answer.
Like praising a child who did well.
“That’s right. It says something completely different. So I started to get curious.”
“What?”
Tak.
She closed her book and turned her back from the railing she was leaning on.
Lilian was already walking right in front of me.
“Who is the Leonhard in front of me right now? Was it the person I knew? Or is he someone else?”
Black eyes with a faint hint of red stared at my face persistently.
It was as if she was tearing open and appreciating the wrapping paper of a strange object that had suddenly appeared in her room.
Then her face gradually got closer.
In an instant, the distance narrowed, and it felt like I was touching her lips, which looked like roses.
My breath is hot. If she lowers her head just slightly, their lips will touch.
“Are you curious about me too, Leonhard?”
She whispered, licking her thin lips lazily.
She would probably be more like a fox if she had ears or a tail.
I have that impression.
But fortunately, the fox can handle it.
I grabbed Lilian’s chin and lifted it up.
Lilian swallowed a sigh of relief. If you’re going to be surprised, don’t do it.
“You don’t know just by looking at the system, right? You’re a writer. “Don’t you like observing?”
“I like it. But. It’s different from experiencing it directly. “You can only access it through text.”
“Were you curious about the feeling of kissing me?”
I slowly touched her lips with my index finger.
Perhaps because there was a little saliva on it, it felt like a pleasant texture, like something between jelly or pudding.
“…A little?”
“Shall we?”
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She did not readily answer my question.
She slowly rubbed her lips, which seemed to be heating up little by little.
As time passed, her breathing gradually lost its way and became disorganized.
“I want to make fun of you.”
Lilian’s eyes, locked in her fresh eyes, busily disappear between her eyelids repeatedly.
She looked at his face for a moment and then gently pushed her face back behind her.
“What is it?”
“I’m not interested.”
She stumbled and fell behind her.
He looked quite shocked.
“Didn’t you like all women?”
“Is it written like that in the book?”
“That’s not true, but based on what I observed….”
“…Anyone can be good. You didn’t even mean it in the first place. “A topic I tried to make fun of again.”
I looked away from the girl’s pink lips as she pursed them.
“…First, I want to see what it says in the book you were reading.”
I reached out to her hand for the book she was holding in one of her hands.
I thought she might resist, but surprisingly, without any resistance, the thick book fell out of her hands and into my hands.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
Pupu.
She pressed her lips together in protest and suddenly asked.
I was wondering if you could handle it.
“Hasn’t we already passed the stage where everything is okay?”
“Still, I have to ask out of courtesy.”
“Are you polite now? “In order to do that, you should have asked before giving the system.”
I opened the book without hesitation.
To see what is written in it.
Palak. Palak.
I then looked through the contents of the book one by one.
It wasn’t a very long time, but Lilian closed her mouth, which she rarely closed, and waited patiently.
“…”
After finishing the book, I quietly returned to the first chapter of the book.
“I thought it might be like this.”
What day is it?
I once searched for ‘Leonhard Deinhart’ in the system settings window.
I could check my abilities and titles in the status window, but I was curious to see how my settings were written.
The content you searched back then will not change even if you search again now.
[Search results.]
[None.]
At first, I thought it was simply because there was no need to write about myself.
It might have something to do with why the system was given only to me.
But I never thought it was because it was literally true.
I looked at the book.
Only a white page without any text was visible.
“…How did this happen?”
Lilian’s hand suddenly rose above the white page.
“That’s right.”
She said, gently lowering her book.
“Who are you?”
She couldn’t readily answer those words.
It was because I didn’t really understand what Lilian was saying.
“What are you talking about? “You would have guessed well.”
“What do you guess? As for you, I don’t know. Other than that you are something special. At first, I thought he was a regressor like the emperor. But no. “Even the emperor keeps records in books.”
His calm tone of voice didn’t mean he was teasing me.
“Aren’t you possessed by the novel you wrote?”
“That’s true. That, too, remains on the record. That’s why I’m even more curious. “What are you?”
“You created the system, but you don’t know?”
“…So the problem is serious.”
She looked at me and suddenly stretched her arms upward.
I followed that movement and lifted her head up.
“No, not there, look at me! “I’m trying to make a point and a suggestion here.”
“They said they would sit down and talk…. And what was the meaning of the movement just now?”
“It doesn’t mean anything. “Sometimes work needs meaningless things.”
I’m not a writer, so I don’t know, but I think it’s probably not necessary.
Let’s not risk it and fall for it. I think it’s going to be annoying.
“Then tell me. “What is that proposal?”
“This is the main point. “I want to make you my new partner.”
“Why?”
“Long story short, I’m sick of appetizers. I want to eat the main dish. “It’s more interesting.”
“It would be better to explain it more simply. What does it mean to be a partner?”
As she spoke, she had a fresh smile that seemed to smell like flowers.
“This time, I want you to move on to the next episode with me.”
She held out her hand as if asking me to hold it.
And then, pretending to be seductive, he lifted my chin slightly. As if to tell me to answer quickly.