Rofan Rule #1: Don’t You Dare Break the Original Story - Chapter 3

In the end, Duke Avery gave in. Before letting go of her hand, he gave one last instruction.

“If you feel even the slightest discomfort, come to me immediately.”

“Yes!”

There was no need to lecture her about behaving with dignity or keeping proper manners. Unless something unexpected happened, Anne was more mature than any other child. Even more so after her fever. It was only natural, since she wasn’t truly a child.

Although she had gained the freedom she wanted, Anne didn’t immediately run toward the other children. Marilyn Bohr, a Count’s daughter. Seeing the true female lead made it finally feel real that she had stepped onto the stage of the original story. She absolutely couldn’t ruin anything by mistake. She moved forward one step at a time in extreme concentration.

Even so, she kept sneaking glances at Marilyn. Cotton candy pink hair. Grape-violet eyes. She had thought her new face was quite pretty, but it still couldn’t compare to the female lead. No wonder the male lead hadn’t even glanced at Anne Agnes.

Come to think of it, the male lead wasn’t in sight. Anne quickly turned her head back and forth, searching for Logan. Just like with Marilyn, she was confident she would recognize him at a glance.

‘There he is…!’

The moment she found him, Anne’s eyes widened. In a place where everyone was as colorful as peacocks, he was the only crow. Logan, with jet-black hair and blue eyes, stood among the adults rather than the children.

Unlike other male leads who had good lineage but ran their mouths like ill-bred thugs, his character keywords were very clean. StraightforwardML, GentleML, DevotedML, and all kinds of other positive traits.

That was why being dropped into this story was fortunate. A kind male lead wouldn’t chop off the head of a villainess, even if she bullied his woman.

Logan, who was not only kind but also intelligent, gave a bright smile.

“Thank you, Lord Roard.”

Wow. Anne let out a silent exclamation. A protagonist really was a protagonist. The moment she saw his smile, it felt as if her vision had cleared.

Logan turned around. Now that he had finished giving his thanks, it was time to become acquainted with children his age. Whether he wanted to or not, they were members of houses he would have to associate with for the rest of his life.

As he headed toward the fountain, Anne hurried after him. She had no intention of interfering with the male lead and female lead, Logan and Marilyn. She only planned to watch discreetly from the side for a moment, then go look for Diane and Violet.

Tap. As her shoe stepped onto the stone path, the sensation was suddenly very strange. It felt as if the ground had sunk beneath her.

“Huh?”

The moment Anne tilted her head, her body leaned to the side. She was falling. Instinctively, she threw out her hands to brace against the ground. Even though experience had taught her it would be better to just fall normally.

The excessive force made her body spin like a windmill. Before she knew it, she had planted both hands on the ground and ended up doing a vigorous handstand. Her fancy dress flipped over, and everyone’s attention gathered in one place.

“Oh my, what is that…!”

“W-Which family’s daughter is she?”

Hearing the murmurs, Anne quickly tried to stand up straight. But the more she rushed, the less her body listened, which was her usual condition. She barely succeeded in getting her feet back onto the ground, but failed to straighten her waist.

She had forgotten again. How to walk on two feet. Anne flailed her limbs, stuck in place. A young lady who had suddenly done a handstand and was now scrambling on all fours like a dog. There was no need to explain how bizarre that looked to the onlookers.

“W-What is happening?”

“Is she, is she hurt? Someone call a physician…!”

Anne felt like crying. She wanted to curl up, but this time her arms and legs wouldn’t bend. She couldn’t even lift her neck. Trying anyway only made her wiggle her hips awkwardly, making the scene even more ridiculous.

I’m dead. At this rate, I’ll die of embarrassment for sure. The moment she got out of this, Anne decided she would leave the capital again. The original story or whatever, things would work out somehow. Her survival came first.

Then, from afar, a single voice of hope reached her.

“Annie…!”