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Fortunately, or perhaps not, the man called Glant seemed to interpret Seth’s reaction as a result of his fatigue.

“If things go wrong and lead to mistaken results later, who will take responsibility?”

At the Chancellor’s sharp point, the man with dull blonde hair left the room with a slight sigh. I hesitated between following him or staying by Seth’s side and missed the timing to leave the room.

I was curious about what other places looked like since this was a building I’d never seen before.

Seeing Seth in a place other than his bedroom or study gave a different impression, which was nice in its own way.

Seth leaned back against the chair. With dark circles under his eyes, he stared blankly into space.

“You should eat better.”

Even though he couldn’t hear me, I said it anyway.

I approached Seth’s side and reached out my hand, hesitating several times.

“Haa…”

Seth let out a long sigh. It was such an unfamiliar sight that I froze in the position of reaching out.

“I want to quit being Chancellor and everything else.”

His words about wanting to quit seemed so unrealistic and unlike him.

You, who work to forget that life is boring and tedious, want to quit being Chancellor?

“I want to quit and go look for you.”

Seth smiled as if someone was in front of him.

“But searching with money and power would be faster than searching with just my body alone…”

That’s right.

As expected, you’re wise, Seth.

While I was smiling contentedly, Seth took off his gloves and rubbed his face. He took out a perfume bottle from the drawer.

He opened the bottle cap and sprayed it on the carpeted floor.

“What are you doing?!”

Of course, Seth couldn’t hear me, but I shouted in surprise. The scent that instantly filled the space seemed to seep into my nose as well.

A very familiar fragrance.

“I miss you.”

Seeing Seth speak so affectionately, it seems the female protagonist must have appeared. Yes, the female protagonist.

My mouth tasted bitter, but this was probably the expected outcome.

I lowered my hand that was reaching for Seth’s gaunt cheek and stepped back. I distanced myself from him.

Due to my hasty retreat, my footsteps made a sound, but Seth didn’t notice my presence.

Like in the dream with my family and seniors, I was a perfect observer here.

Is it like, “The female protagonist has appeared, so lose interest”?

Well, even if that place is a properly independent world, it’s not a place for me to live.

I mentally drew a line between Seth and myself as I took another step back. Yes, this is just a lingering attachment. Let’s not pay attention to them anymore.

“So, where are you?”

Seth stared into space with hurt eyes. As he rubbed his face again, he messed up his hair.

“Seth.”

I called out his name in a low voice.

“You will be happy.”

Even though it wouldn’t reach him, I deliberately spoke aloud. Hoping it would reach my aching finger.

“I promise you.”

Seth wouldn’t know anything, but I linked my finger with his pinky.

“You will live happily.”

After repeating this, I was about to turn around when an unexpected word caught me.

“Master.”

My half-turned body faced Seth, and as his red hair came into view, I woke up.

“…What?”

Master, he said Master!

There’s no way Seth Milan would call the female protagonist by such a title. In the first place, ‘Master’ was what he called me to mock the fact that I was the author and he was the creation…

“It’s me.”

The person Seth is looking for is me?

“How?”

Didn’t he forget about me? The senior’s place disappeared, but my place remained?

“You are special. “

It was as if the senior’s words were echoing in my ears.

I thought that if I disappeared, the male protagonists would naturally forget about me.

I thought that in the meantime, the female protagonist would appear and they would become entangled with her, finding a new life, but it seems the female protagonist hasn’t appeared, and they remember me.

“Come to think of it, that fragrance…”

The perfume Seth used up entirely was the one I said I liked.

“Am I not a forgotten person?”

My heart is beating fast. Is this because I’m anxious, or because I’m happy?

No, if you remember me, you can’t be happy. My mouth is getting dry.

I want the male protagonists to be happy.

“I didn’t create flaws to make you unhappy…”

I hoped they would meet a female protagonist who could embrace such flaws and accept themselves.

So, regardless of whether that place felt like a world of text, I tried my best to make them meet the female protagonist somehow.

“How are you all doing now, I wonder.”

Are they suffering because of my absence? Are they feeling more pain than when I wasn’t there?

Another thing, what the senior said bothered me.

The talk about disappearing if I stay here.

“I’m going to die soon. “

The senior, speaking calmly, looked exactly like the senior I knew.

“I’m not originally from this place, you know. So it’s natural that I die. “

“If I’m not acknowledged as a being by someone living here, I’ll become a non-existent person. “

“How? “

“Like someone who never existed at all, I’ll disappear without leaving even a single hair. I won’t remain in anyone’s memory. “

Disappearing without a trace.

A perfect, annihilation.

“What can be done to prevent you from disappearing, senior? “

“I need to gain the love of someone living here. “

“There are many people who like you, senior, so it doesn’t seem like it would be a problem. “

Hearing my answer, the senior smiled bitterly.

“It has to be true love. “

Towards me who was laughing and asking what that meant, the senior answered very seriously.

“Do you think there are many people in the world who can embrace all of someone’s flaws?

“…… “

“There aren’t, right? That’s why you, junior, wrote such stories, didn’t you? “

I opened my mouth to argue, but no sound came out. At best, it might have been just the sound of air.

The senior knew far too much about me than I had anticipated.

“How many people would there be who could continue to love me even knowing what kind of being I am? Who would acknowledge that I was once just text? “

Soon, with a smile on his lips, the senior continued talking as if asking about today’s weather.

“It’s that difficult. To genuinely collide with someone. And to honestly show my heart as well. “

I had already had a shocking experience arguing that this sounded like something out of a novel.

To me, who was at a loss for words, he said that if I didn’t go, he would stay here too.

Isn’t that saying he’d die?

It would have been better if I had snapped back at him, calling him foolish, but I think I remained silent.