“Did you say you came to see my daughter?”

“Yes. Please forgive my rudeness of coming to the mansion without a message. One hour is an urgent matter for me.”

When I told him I had come to see his daughter, Milter Archen, a small crack appeared on his face.

He was described in the book as a good looking middle-aged man, making it difficult to believe he had a daughter who had reached adulthood. This was a common rule in the novel to avoid the Heroine’s father’s overt appearance.

He was Count Archen, the biological father of the Heroine in the novel I read.

I had no idea I would end up living in a world of the novel.

He was also a character who had no presence and was not even mentioned in the book.

When I told Count Archen I’d come to meet Milter, his face noticeably darkened. Why did he react differently than I expected?

I knew the Count had a tough personality and gave everyone the cold shoulder, but I also know he was a fool who couldn’t stop laughing when it came to his daughter.

The Count, who stood in front of me, had a sad expression on his face, as if the world had fallen apart around him.

Because the Count was greeting me instead of Young Lady Archen, it seems that she was not at the mansion. Was this because of that?

It was a plausible premise because Count Archen had a character who would soar or plummet into the sky with his daughter’s every move.

Anyway, when will the Young Lady return?

Milter’s absence made me nervous.

I considered making an appointment and returning later, but as I consider how my life, which I thought would be a flowery path, could be twisted and ruined if I made a mistake, my hips become heavy.

Whatever happens, we must put the wrong things back in their proper place today. I was under the impression that Milter would solve all of my problems.

Until I heard the Count’s trembling voice deliver the news.

“It seems that you did not receive the obituary.”

“Obituary? Whose….”

When I looked into the red and bloodshot eyes of the Count, the Heroine’s father, I got a shiver down my spine and had a bad hunch.

“She is dead. My daughter is already dead.”

What did I just hear?

“My dear daughter, Milter passed away earlier than her father.”

The Count of Archen reliable shoulder collapsed helplessly.

My mental state was shattered at the same time, like crumbs from a soft cookie.

The Heroine in the novel is dead. And she had given me her power in exchange for a ruined ending.

It was from the moment I met that man that I realized something was wrong with my life, which was busy but uninteresting.