I Became The Male Lead’s Female Friend - Chapter 79

“I don’t like anyone else…” Dahlia muttered with a sigh.

And I, who could not overcome the sanctification of the vassals, and received portraits of numerous fiancée candidates, brought in Hestia and Jeron as well.

Because when someone first recognizes a good person, they also need an objective view of other people.

In particular, I needed people who could look at me more objectively, especially since I’m already that good-looking.

Hestia and Jeron, who have been beside me so far, could be trusted.

I said, spreading out the portraits on the table where they were sitting, “Help me choose a good person.”

Hestia, who was delighted with other people’s love stories, was looking at the portrait with her eyes sparking.

However, it was Jeron who unexpectedly showed a lukewarm response, “You said you don’t like anyone?”

“Yes, so I’m asking for your help,” Dahlia answered.

“There’s no point in us choosing for you. You need to like them first.”

Oh, so it’s like this again…?

I wondered if I should follow Jeron’s opinion, who fell in love with a man dressed as a woman at first sight and lived like a monk so far, but no one’s as good as an objective advisor. I sat down with my knees folded and listened to him.

“I can’t just pick one just because I think you’ll like them. Just tell me your ideal type. That way, I’ll be able to recommend someone.”

“My ideal type?” asked Dahlia.

“Yeah, it would be better if it’s specific.”

As expected, Jeron was someone who values information in everything. I thought about what he said so seriously that no one in the world could fit it, and soon spoke,

“Someone with a small body but good-looking, someone kind, but a bit possessive, and needs to be a little obsessed. An innocent man who only looks at me like a sunflower.”

“…”

“And I hope he’s someone who loses during the day and wins at night.”

“…”

“Of course, I have to be his first.”

Jeron, who was quietly listening, said with admiration, “Let’s just not look for it.”

“Oh, why!” exclaimed Dahlia.

“Speak more seriously! What are you even talking about?”

“I’m serious! I even abbreviated this!”

“What, do you mean you already shortened it?”

Jeron glared ‘don’t joke’ but I meant it.

I’ve been saying this consistently for a long time, but my utopia was my parents.

The Princess from the neighboring kingdom came to marry the Prince of the Empire, and an escort knight fell in love with the Princess.

Wasn’t this setting that seems to come out of some romance novel?

‘But my parents made it happen!’

A royal family who was first escorted by my father, who insisted on becoming a knight despite his physical condition, and a mother whom he couldn’t trust.

The two quarreled, and before they knew it, they gradually penetrated each other and fell in love.

But their suffering did not end there. Although she fell in love with my father, my mother eventually came to the Empire to become engaged to the Crown Prince.

Then my father made an important decision in his life.

To get my mother, he decided to give up his knighthood and inherit the Duke’s throne.

“It’s dope!”

What kind of setting was that, just like a male protagonist in a novel?

Of course, all of this was just a coincidence that the background of my father, who was always reliable, and the situation just happened to fit in well.

As I fell asleep every night using my parents’ love stories as a lullaby, I had no choice but to dream.

‘I want that kind of love, too.’

I want to have that kind of love for a thousand years!

Like the common male and female protagonists in novels, I wanted to have a love that burns so much that I could cry for love and risk everything I have.

But in the end, I had no choice but to accept reality.

I had too much to risk everything I had, but waiting for a wealthy Mercedes-Benz male lead, I have more money than most of the young nobles.

I’ve even been preparing to inherit the family since I was young. ‘I would be the richest in the Empire if I became a Duke.’

So most of the fiancé candidates who usually talk to me were focused on that.

The first son to succeed in the family would unconditionally be filtered out, and the second or third son who has no power at all would try to come into our family and help out.

As I overlapped with such a realistic situation, the number of men I could choose from was extremely limited, and my ideal type decreased.

But Jeron still seemed unconvinced, “What is that abbreviation for, and how can anyone meet such demanding conditions?”

“Why not! Don’t look for someone wealthy or has a good family status, but at least has a nice face, personality, and heart. What’s difficult about that?” Dahlia reasoned.

“What’s wrong with you? Just say no if you don’t want to get engaged! Or find a commoner!”

“That’s right, I think a fallen nobility will be fine.”

“Please!”

They were gasping for a long time while having a fierce battle, and Hestia, who was only watching them, gently raised her hand.

“Well, I know the princess has a strong ideal type, wouldn’t it be difficult to find someone who realistically meets all of those things?” said Hestia.

“What?”

“Yeah! That’s what I mean.”

I looked back at Hestia feeling betrayed and Jeron’s face brightened up at her words.

Hestia smiled awkwardly and continued,

“And if you’re going to get engaged, you might get married in the future. So of course, the opinion of the princess is the most important, but I think it would also be good to listen to the opinions of others…”

Hestia, who had said so far, glanced at me, blurring the end of her words.

After all, she’s the eldest among us. She calmly spoke her thoughts, and her words were subtly persuasive.

I looked at her with her admiring gaze and asked her outwardly, “Then who do you think would be okay, Hestia?”

But I also forgot, Hestia also had a formidable, bizarre personality.

“A rich man.”

“…”

“A very rich man.”

I laughed bitterly at her two-time emphatic emphasis.

“Then if so, I think you should marry me instead.”

“Shall we?”

“There’s no one at the top here.”

I sent a narrow gaze towards Jeron, who put his hands on his forehead and lamented sincerely.

Then I asked with a tone asking him a special question as well, “What about you?”

“What?”

“Your Ideal type.”

In fact, I only asked without much expectation, but surprisingly, Jeron seemed to be thinking seriously.

What on earth was he going to answer? The longer the silence got, the more nervous I was just to tell him not to speak.

“An innocent person.”

“What?”

“I wish she had long hair that reached the waist, and I wish she had straight hair, white skin, fluffy cheeks, big eyes, and thick lips, and usually have a calm impression, but when she smiles, I want a person who’s pretty and lovely enough to brighten the whole world around her.”

“…”

“I wish it had a surprisingly cute side, like my little fairy… Wha— what? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Hestia and I looked at him in vain as he slightly blushed and spit out those words, I guess he was seriously thinking that way.

And before I could answer, Hestia, who was quietly listening to him, spoke quietly,

“There’s really no one here that’s normal…”

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So, we had to continue a heated discussion about our ideal type for a while.

Hestia was a money b— a bird that was crazy about money— that only shouted ‘money’, and Jeron was thoughtfully explaining it by calling a ‘fairy’ unconsciously, and I was sighing at their explanations in the middle.

“I think I’m the most normal.”

That said, I had received ridiculous glances from both of them at the same time.

When the meeting was getting longer and longer, I don’t know if they were here to pick a fiancé or to chat and play.

Suddenly, the situation was settled by a third party.

It was my father’s temporary assistant, Lowell Kidman, who came in to ask me to sign the paperwork.

Even if he was a temporary assistant borrowed from my father, he had been with me since I was young until the war ended, so I wanted him to come under me even though he had quite a career now.

After all, I currently have two assistants, Jeron was in charge of business-related external affairs, and Lowell was helping with paperwork and miscellaneous processing in the estate.

And he was also the oldest person here in the office today. He looked like he was in his late thirties.

As he entered the room, he nodded as the eyes of the three were drawn at once.

However, as a professional, he quickly changed his expression and told Dahlia about his business, so Dahlia asked him secretly, “What do you think about a fiancée?”

“Yes.”

The three of us, looking at him with pounding hearts, quickly cooled down. Because he has given a perfectly normal and standard answer.

“He should probably be the most reliable person. The one who’ll be your lifelong companion.”

Yeah, that’s the correct answer, but…

Frankly speaking, it was bound to be the most difficult answer.

My fiancée should be a good talker and trustworthy person, and I should meet many of a kind in my life, and from a few of them one would be my spouse.