Dunk District.
The most prestigious wealthy neighborhood in Seiwa.
A white three-story villa gradually lit up as night fell. The massive crystal chandelier shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow across the meticulously trimmed garden.
Adelina didn’t live with her family.
She had changed into a light blue silk camisole dress, the lace trim around the chest unable to hide her stunning figure.
Adelina sat on the sofa, her legs tightly pressed together as she clutched her hands. A blush covered her face—so pink it looked like it could drip.
“Say it again.”
“Adelina, I really regret choosing Viloti now. I know I’m not worthy of you right now, but can you give me a chance to make it up to you?”
This kind of roleplay scene played out dozens of times every night.
It was probably just because he mentioned Viloti’s name that this young lady ended up so giddy she couldn’t contain herself.
This mental victory technique—Felyn was already very used to it.
He could read Adelina’s expressions like a script: when to confess, when to regret, when to feel guilty.
This kind of young lady was actually pretty easy to read.
Compared to his other clients, she wasn’t difficult at all.
It’s just—why did they have to act out the same scene every single day? He was sick of it. Couldn’t they mix it up a little?
And why was he always the one playing the regretful one? Honestly, if anyone should regret something, it was him—crossing into this world and landing in debt before he could even enjoy the rich life.
“Adelina, what would you like for dinner tonight?”
Half an hour later, after wrapping up the emotional confession, Felyn massaged his numb legs.
Adelina was brushing her hair, clearly still lost in the moment.
But Adelina wasn’t the type to pay just for emotional value. That wouldn’t be satisfying enough. She needed Felyn to revolve around her completely.
“Anything’s fine.”
“Got it.”
It’s here!
The classic trap that trips up all virgins on a date!
“Anything” doesn’t actually mean “anything.” It requires a full analysis—her current preferences, mood, outfit, the weather, and more—to determine the real answer.
But that’s no problem for Felyn. After all, he had written a full 200,000 words of the Adelina Analysis Report!
Adelina closed the bedroom door and sank into a small sofa.
Just thinking about how Felyn had shouted Viloti’s name earlier made her grin uncontrollably.
Even if it was just acting, it felt so good.
She still had a meeting tonight—one that would involve both the St. Andros Academy student council, where Felyn and Viloti were, and her own Lanche Academy.
To enter the royal capital’s academy, students had to pass a written test and also hunt magical beasts to collect a required number of magic crystals.
Ordinary students couldn’t get that many crystals without help from family guards.
To accommodate students from modest backgrounds, the two schools had teamed up to allow outstanding students from ordinary families to go dungeon hunting together.
When the time came, Adelina reined in her expression and put on her usual graceful, confident face.
“Well then, let’s begin tonight’s meeting.”
She activated a communication seal, showing the participants.
Both student councils talked for a while, finalized a bunch of details—it was a pretty smooth meeting.
After the formal goodbyes, most people left. A few girls close to Adelina stayed behind to chat.
“Are you all going to Lady Viloti’s banquet this weekend?”
“Of course! I’m so jealous of her. She’s already made it into the royal capital academy.”
“I heard Viloti finally got rid of that clingy admirer today.”
Adelina absentmindedly played with a white plush pig on the table—Felyn’s birthday gift to her.
It was ugly. But cute-ugly.
She wasn’t interested in gossip at all. Not even Viloti’s.
She was just maintaining appearances with her friends before logging off to enjoy the dinner Felyn was preparing.
What would she be eating tonight?
“There are so many people who like her. Which one are you talking about?”
“The famous simp from our school. Rumor has it, he used to be Viloti’s fiancé.”
The one speaking was Linda, the student council president from St. Andros—Felyn’s school.
“There are so many rumors. If even half were true, Viloti would be spending all day getting married.”
“This one might be real though. It’s that guy from three years ago…”
“You mean the eldest son of the Sorester family?”
Sorester?
The plush pig’s head was suddenly crushed under Adelina’s grip.
“Felyn Sorester?”
“Yeah, that’s him. I’m surprised you even remember his name, Adelina.”
Adelina’s heart sank. Her mind was spinning. Her eyes began to lose focus.
Not only do I remember him—I’m his sugar mama.
Wait, what’s going on?
Why is the ceiling spinning?
Felyn is Viloti’s simp?
Wasn’t he the one I hired?
“When did Felyn start liking Viloti?” Adelina asked, trembling.
“You didn’t know? It’s been a while—at least six months,” Linda said dramatically, recounting Felyn’s sincerity and struggles chasing Viloti.
Adelina felt like a clown.
The thought that Felyn might have been mocking her behind her back with Viloti made her almost faint.
“But it’s a shame. We won’t get more gossip like that. Today, Felyn said goodbye to Viloti. It sounded pretty tragic.”
“Simp talk doesn’t count,” another girl said.
“I think it’s real. I think he’s in love with someone else.”
“Really, Linda?”
Adelina suddenly stood up, holding the communication seal with both hands.
“Oh! You’re still here? You usually don’t care about this stuff. But yeah, I think it’s real. Yesterday I saw him writing in a notebook. I caught a glimpse.”
“What did it say?” Adelina asked anxiously.
“Stuff like, I really regret it, how could I really fall for you, I’ll never love Viloti again. And then today, he broke things off.”
!
!!!
Adelina’s gray-blue pupils dilated.
If the plush pig had a mouth, it’d be screaming from the pressure.
Fell for someone else.
Regret.
How could I really fall for you.
Won’t love her again.
Isn’t that... me?
Adelina hastily took a sip of water, not even noticing her strap had fallen off.
Just three days ago, she told Felyn that it was Viloti who stole her pride.
And today, Felyn broke things off with Viloti.
Coincidence?
A thought crashed into her mind and refused to leave:
He’s in love with me!
He broke up with Viloti for me!
I stole away Viloti’s loyal simp!
My pride is restored!
“Lady Adelina, has the meeting ended? Would you like a little dessert?”
Felyn, hearing the silence inside, knocked softly with a small cake in hand.
Poor guy—he had no idea his Adelina Analysis Report had just triggered a crisis.
But the moment he opened the door, his finely honed professional instincts screamed at him—
Danger!
Adelina was lying on the bed, rose-tea-colored hair spilled across white sheets.
Her face was buried in the pillow, but her flushed cheeks were still visible.
As the door opened, she slowly raised her head. Her gray-blue eyes were flustered, shy. Her fair face was tinged pink—even the tips of her ears were red.
“Who told you to come in?”
Adelina stood up stiffly. Her expression was strange.
“I’m sorry, Lady Adelina.”
Felyn lowered his head, staring at his toes.
“I just really wanted to see you… and lost my mind a little.”
Oh come on—did I just save myself again? I’m a goddamn genius!
Felyn didn’t notice that Adelina’s blush deepened.
“Felyn, sit.”
His hand holding the cup trembled slightly.
Adelina’s tone was so gentle—it was terrifying.
What the hell’s going on?
Felyn obediently sat down beside her.
“Do you like Viloti?”
“Of course not, Adelina. I only like you.”
Same smooth delivery as always.
“If one day… you had to choose between her and me…”
“I wouldn’t choose,” Felyn said, taking Adelina’s hands and leaning closer.
“In my heart, there’s no such choice to begin with. I made the wrong decision once before. But ever since I met you again, Adelina, my heart has room for no one else. You’ll always be my only one.”
Felyn knew perfectly well—this wasn’t a multiple-choice question.
For someone like Adelina—a pure, sentimental beauty—he had absolute confidence.
“Hiccup.”
Adelina visibly overheated and even let out a hiccup.
(End of Chapter)