The Heroine Had An Affair With My Fiance - Chapter 13

Chapter 2

Episode 13

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Leather faithfully dealt with him as I told him.

I can’t be compared to him, but I’ve been busy these days too.

It was because an unknown man was regularly visiting me for dating counseling.

“Our guild is not a place to discuss dating counseling.”

The guild’s guest reception room was decorated with splendor.

As I sat in the master’s seat, I pretended to be in trouble and pressed down on my temples.

“So, why don’t you pay more?”

The man sitting opposite put a large money bag on the table. The sound of crashing gold coins against each other was quite heavy.

He hid his face with a mask that ended at the tip of his nose, and he was a man with dull golden hair.

I grunted deliberately while looking at the pretty eyes that looked like they had been graduated by half gold and red paint.

“If anyone hears it, they think we’re accepting it for money.”

“Are you not?”

“No.”

Huh. I folded my arms and raised my chin proudly to show that I was not moved by mere money. Then, I gracefully crossed my legs.

In fact, there were complex reasons why I accepted the absurd request of ‘dating counseling’, where I had only received requests about affairs.

First, because this man was the only customer who knew that Leather wasn’t the real master.

‘How did you know…’

The second was that the ‘first request record’ with this man he left on his own was written in an absurd and insincere way.

‘Dating Counseling.’ 

There were only two words written on it.

It was strange.

I didn’t even go through counseling in the first place, and I wasn’t skilled enough to be alone with a man who just came for ‘dating counseling’.

So, I looked back at my memories of what kind of dating counseling I had, but I only remembered the conversation I had with a man, but I couldn’t remember the details of the conversation.

‘Hmm.’

So, the second time a man came for dating counseling, I gladly accepted it. When we met, I wanted to remember what the first consultation was like.

However, there was nothing special about it other than staring intently at me, asking, ‘why doesn’t it work?’

I was wondering what he was doing, so I met him three times with the desire to see him one more time, I met him four times, and then until the fifth time-

“The dessert shop you recommended back then was fine.”

My thoughts were interrupted by the voice praising me.

Okay, I thought you’d be satisfied. It’s a restaurant where two people eat.

The corners of my lips went up with the pride that I mentioned the restaurant to the unknown man. After all, praise makes the cat- no, even the whale dance.

“Right?”

“Well. The young lady was also quite satisfied.”

“Because I knew she would be. Have you tried the green grape tart?”

“No.”

“Then you didn’t eat the most important thing.”

I was really sorry.

The dessert shop I mentioned was famous for its tarts made with seasonal fruits.

It’s only made in small quantities, so if you don’t go quickly, the only flaw is that you can’t eat it.

‘When I went with Reynos, there was only one left, so I ate it myself.’

We were going to eat it together, but Reynos agreed that he didn’t like sweet things.

‘I’ll have to go back and buy it later.’

“The crepes are good too, not just tarts. Try it later. Have you been to the opera house? I heard that the voice of the female lead actress was very good.”

“No, because we were short on time.”

“Okay, sorry. Now-“

I spread the map I brought with me on the table. The locations of shops suitable for dating in the capital, such as cafes, dessert shops, bakeries, and workshops, were indicated.

I pointed to a place on the map with the tip of a quill.

“Have you been to this bakery?”

“Well…”

That means you have been there. Then let’s exclude it.

“What about here?”

“Not yet.”

Okay, I’ll put this on the next date course.

I checked the places recommended in the previous consultation as if doing homework. The man answered honestly.

After confirming that, in order to plan a new date course, I asked a question to the man who sat loftily as if he were of a royal family.

“Is there a special place she likes to go to?”

“Focus on good restaurants, because she likes to eat delicious things.”

“Meat? Pasta? Ravioli-“

“She said it doesn’t really matter what kind.”

“Aha.”

I’ve never met a person who doesn’t really care. They’re usually the most difficult people in the world.

‘I should just recommend the ones I like.’

This is the fault of the person who clearly doesn’t know. It means you can’t blame me later.

I glanced down at the map, gently tickling my chin towards the quill’s collar.

Be sure to include here, which is famous for steak, and leave it out here. Considering the route mainly to popular places…

I started to write on a blank piece of paper next to the map, looking for places to go. It was written with my other hand to hide my handwriting, so the letters were crooked, but not to the point of being unrecognizable.

The man would stare at my actions like that, and then he would pause and ask questions like:

“Why is this restaurant not on the list? Marquis Vincent recommended- no, I heard it’s a good place.”

“This? From whom did you hear that? It’s a mess since Marquis Vincent built it roughly to steal slush funds. Well, if you want to go, I won’t stop you.”

“…It’s okay.”

Suddenly I saw the man’s hand tremble. It seemed that he was angry with the person who gave him the wrong information.

‘Where did you hear such nonsense?’

It’s a fact that you can immediately know even if you’ve been involved in the social world for a little bit.

‘Aren’t you an aristocrat? Or shouldn’t you have built walls with social circles?’

I tilted my head and continued to do my job.

Well, okay. I can also use this date course for Reynos and I. I’ll just need to change the order and a few places.

These days, the dates were completely led by me.

Unfortunately, I didn’t know that Reynos would sneak out his notebook every time I didn’t look with a bitter look on his face.

“Here, this week’s recommended course.”

Whoo, it’s a really good date course that I planned.

I pretended to be wiping off sweat that didn’t come out, and pushed the paper I had been scribbling towards the man. Then the man roughly nodded and began to take notes in his notebook.

I glanced at his busy pen, and opened my mouth at a sudden thought.

“By the way. Do you have any friends?”

“…What?”

The man who had been diligently taking notes stopped. He seemed to be puzzled by the endless questions.

I shrugged my shoulders, meaning I wasn’t serious.

“Well, it’s just, don’t you usually do this with friends?”

Not a Guild Master.

The man seemed to be contemplating an answer. In the past, I would have sharpened my mind not to ask for personal information, but after meeting five times, it felt quite normal.

“There is no one for me to call it that.”

“Hm.”

If so, it is understandable that he keeps coming to me for dating counseling.

“First love?”

“Does it look like it?”

The man raised his eyebrows as if he was annoyed.

That action convinced me. It’s your first love.

I was heartbroken. It’s his first relationship, so he doesn’t know where to ask and it’ll be frustrating.

As I recalled my first love, which suddenly ended in a mess and full of regrets, I felt moved.

‘You’re fighting. Have a pretty date with no regrets.’

I looked at the man who was taking notes diligently. Then, I asked the question with the heart of a senior who wants to help their junior.

“Is your dating going well?”

“…? Why are you asking that?”

“I want to help. If there is anything difficult or you’re not sure of, please ask.”

“It’s going well, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Ah.”

I leaned back on the sofa and pouted my lips. He was going to take care of it, but it hurts my heart when it comes out like that.

The man who took his eyes off the notebook glanced at me. Then he mumbled low, knowing that he was being too aggressive.

“These days, I’m reading a book related to dating. Do you have any recommendations?”

“A book?”

“Well. What I’ve read so far are: , , , , and-”

“Wait, wait, wait. What are you reading?”

I couldn’t close my open mouth.

Realizing that something was wrong with my reaction, the man asked anxiously.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why are you reading those?”

“To study?”