Chapter 1.13
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Through the conversation of Evan’s group, I was able to learn that Ayla had been unable to fit in at the party and had quietly slipped away.
Perhaps by now, she was wallowing in self-deprecation, thinking she shouldn’t have come to a place like this in her current state.
The memory of Ayla’s unhappy and desolate life that I had encountered through the novel flashed through my mind, and I began to feel uneasy.
Ayla was raised by her uncle because she lost both of her parents in an instant due to a carriage accident.
The reason for that was a somewhat unusual will left by the Baron and Baroness before their deaths.
[If the couple dies in an accidental death, 1,000 gold shall be granted to the person who looks after their only daughter, Ayla Ryner, until she graduates from the Academy.
Furthermore, Ayla may not withdraw the deposits from the bank containing her inheritance until her graduation from the Academy.]
It seems Baron and Baroness Ryner believed that one of their good-natured siblings would take their daughter in and raise her for the 1,000 gold.
‘Without knowing they were people who only acted kind while eyeing the wealth and crumbs accumulated by the Ryner Merchant Guild.’
But naturally, upon hearing the news of the carriage accident, the siblings wanted to steal all of the Baron couple’s inheritance intended for Ayla, rather than just the 1,000 gold.
If the condition hadn’t been set so that the inheritance would only proceed once Ayla obtained her Academy diploma, wouldn’t she have lost her life to her villainous cousins long ago?
‘Currently, as soon as she became an adult, Ayla has essentially been kicked out to the dormitory without any proper property.’
Her uncle wanted only one thing.
To constantly gaslight his niece and raise her as a loner who knew nothing but how to self-deprecate.
That was because, even if Ayla became an adult capable of withdrawing the inheritance kept in the bank, she would still end up relying on him.
Then, he would try to swallow the inheritance while pretending to look after Ayla, and eventually dispose of her.
‘In the original, he tried to kill her by disguising it as a carriage accident. If the male protagonist, Frid, hadn’t happened to find her and save her life, she would have died there.’
That incident was a crucial scene where the two of them first became acquainted.
Ayla, who had lived a life of being deprived and abused because she lacked the strength to protect what she had, falls in love with the strong power of Frid, who saves her.
[The moment she confirmed the overwhelming difference in power between the one before her and herself, Ayla’s heart began to beat rapidly.]
And my plan was to link the original male and female leads together faster than in the original.
Frid is an imperial prince who receives the support of all the people because he possesses immense holy power.
Since Ayla is also a Saintess who possesses vast holy power and natural magical talent, the synergy of the two is truly the strongest in the original.
In the original, the early part is so desolate that it takes a long time for the two to meet and there are many obstacles, but as long as I have possessed this body, such things will not happen.
‘Should I put Frid in front of Ayla and have him show off his strength out of the blue?’
Organizing a performance that naturally revealed strength seemed to be the most difficult part.
I have some ideas about how to make the two meet, though.
Refining the plan more delicately, I moved my steps toward the campus dormitory where Ayla was likely to be.
A building that existed in name only but had been neglected for several years because no one used it.
They must have cleaned it in a hurry upon hearing the news that someone would be using it, but it seems they couldn’t erase the eerie atmosphere unique to abandoned buildings.
The thought that my uncle Aaron had tried to kick me out of the mansion made my mouth feel bitter.
‘If I had come to my senses even a little later, I would have ended up in a situation similar to Ayla’s.’
The area around the dormitory was gloomy enough to be mistaken for a horror movie set.
Just as I was thinking that living in a place like this for two months would make one’s personality dark and cause depression where there was none…
Rustle.
‘What is it?’
Sensing that something was approaching from behind, I reflexively gathered the mana from my entire body and concentrated it in my hands.
I could feel the power of Heron flowing through my body, sharpening to its limit to protect its master.
The moment I quickly turned my body and glared between the branches where the suspicious movement was felt…….
Flash!
The high-density mana emitted toward the target point knocked down the leaves.
As my mana clawed the air a few more times, a single bat with green eyes fluttered up into the sky to escape.
‘It’s not an ordinary bat.’
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