It’s More Fun.

“Hmm. Asleep, I see.”

Marigold brought the lantern light right up to Lancel’s face, examining his condition.

Just what does she want to do? Lancel pretended to be asleep, lying still and only sensing her movements.

‘Theft? Surely not.’

It would have been a relief if she had the guts to do something like that.

No sooner had he thought that than Marigold opened Lancel’s wardrobe. Judging by her actions, she was unmistakably a petty thief.

‘……?’

Just as a slight confusion arose in Lancel’s mind, a rustling, busy sound followed.

“Ouch, darn it!”

He could feel her glancing around, startled by the outburst. Lancel squinted and looked at Marigold.

An unexpected sight met his eyes.

‘Sewing?’

She was mending clothes.

Earlier that day, holding the coat that had been torn by a drunkard’s knife, Marigold was diligently repairing the tear with a sewing kit she had somehow obtained.

Relying on the faint light of the lantern.

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—Imperial Calendar 816, June 22nd. Dawn.

—Marigold mends the clothes of a young nobleman, so as not to shame the name of her mother in heaven.

※Elegance, Morality, Faith, Condition UP!!

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“Ouch. Sniff.”

Objectively speaking, Marigold’s hand movements were still very clumsy. She had to see blood several times even in the process of mending just one tear.

But she didn’t give up until the end.

As if it were a mission given to her, she diligently moved her small hands and finally mended the tear.

“Whew.”

Lancel quietly watched Marigold’s retreating figure as she slipped out, looking satisfied.

Checking the stitched area, it was a little crooked.

The thread was exposed on the outside, making it obvious to anyone that the tear had been mended.

‘Marigold.’

Lancel chuckled.

The next day, when he went out wearing the same coat, the maid’s eyes widened.

“Young Master, your coat…”

She recognized the sloppy stitching at a glance.

Marigold, who was wearing an apron next to her, blinked and looked away.

“I’ll fix it, Young Master.”

“It’s alright. It looks rather good, being simple like this.”

“Even so…”

“It’s fine. I like it. I’m hungry, so please get me some food.”

“I’ll prepare it right away.”

Marigold followed the maid to the communal kitchen with quick steps.

Lancel checked the stitching on his coat again. As it was daytime, the crooked marks were even more prominent.

“What a mess.”

9.

“Mary. Where have you been? I was worried.”

“Yes? The others asked me to help with the laundry, so I went…”

“What are you doing? Don’t you know those people have nothing to do with our Young Master? It’s obvious they’re taking advantage of you and making you do their work. Come quickly.”

During the four months heading to the Imperial Capital, Lancel’s maid faithfully kept the words ‘use her as much as you want’.

Wherever she went, she took her along, and Marigold was mobilized for all kinds of work, including cleaning, laundry, and cooking.

“No time to rest, Mary. Get up quickly. You’ll be making the soup from today. Understand?”

“Yes!”

“Mary! Cleaning!”

“Yes… Yes!”

“Mary, what’s with these dishes? They’re a mess.”

“I’m sorry!”

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—Imperial Calendar 816, June 30th. Evening.

—Maid, is this how busy it is? (Stamina up! Condition down!)

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Although he had met Marigold with difficulty, he had no intention of cherishing her.

She was supposed to be the protagonist, so he needed to see how she lived.

Lancel intended to watch from a distance in this playthrough, to see what Marigold’s life was like.

“Everyone, get off. We’ve arrived at the Imperial Capital. Thank you for your hard work during the long journey.”

In an instant, four months had passed, and when they arrived at the Imperial Capital, the maid tearfully bid farewell to Marigold, with whom she had already become very fond of.

Lancel only looked at her with cold eyes. He had no intention of helping her from now on.

“Would an attic room be enough for a child to live in alone?”

“What are you talking about?”

Baron Ibil Shen looked at Lancel askance, as if wondering what nonsense he was spouting during the meal.

“Let’s imagine Baron Ibil Shen as a 15-year-old girl.”

“Not bad. I was wondering how convenient it would be if my breasts were attached to me.”

“I didn’t mean it in such a vulgar way.”

The facial muscles of the servants who were serving the meal could be seen twitching.

“Let’s just assume. An ordinary peasant girl suddenly living alone. For reference, she currently has about six silver coin and seven copper coin.”

“That’s quite a specific assumption.”

“How would Baron Ibil Shen live?”

“I’d aim for a jackpot with gambling, and if that doesn’t work, I’d go to a brothel. I’d aim to be a high-class prostitute there. Living in luxury with the money that fools offer.”

“Is that all you have in your head?”

He could feel the servants’ gazes, as if they were sympathizing.

Baron Ibil Shen stroked his mustache, looking embarrassed, and began to think carefully.

“If you’re going to live a sound life, you’ll have to find a gigolo, right? Even if six silver coin is enough for travel expenses, it’s far from enough to settle down.”

Gigolo.

That made sense.

Come to think of it, ‘Fallen Noble Lady Simulation’ was, from its very essence, a dating simulation game in which you seduce a marriage partner.

Wasn’t the genre romance fantasy from the start? The ultimate goal seemed to be marriage with the princes.

“For example, what do you think is the possibility of seducing Your Highness the Prince as a gigolo?”

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Baron Ibil Shen laughed as if he would fall over. A maid quickly wiped away the droplets of saliva that had flown to Lancel’s face with a handkerchief.

“That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard lately, Lancel. Seducing Your Highness the Prince? A commoner? Maybe it’s possible if you’re reborn a million times.”

A million times was ten million years. A hundred years was already a pain, but ten million years? How many zeros was that difference?

‘My mind would collapse before that.’

Baron Ibil Shen picked out the meat stuck in his teeth and continued.

“Look at the women who are flirting around Your Highness the Prince in the first place. They’re all well-groomed and beautiful daughters, so how could a rat, who no one knows where she crawled out from, catch his eye? Would you marry someone like that if you were you?”

It wasn’t worth answering.

Of course, he wouldn’t.

Of course, it wasn’t that there were no cases of nobles marrying commoners at all. Even if they had to endure the finger-pointing of high society for defiling the blood of the nobility, there were sometimes those who made such a choice. Human emotions sometimes broke taboos.

But a member of the Imperial Family marrying a commoner was impossible. There was just no such thing. It was something that shouldn’t happen. It was literally unprecedented.

‘But this game is that kind of game?’

A game where the main ending is marrying a prince. Coincidentally, this game was that kind of game.

But.

That being said.

‘Is it possible?’

10.

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[Fallen Noble Lady Simulation]

Create a schedule for the second week of November.

Mon – Serving part-time at a bar.

Tue – Serving part-time at a bar.

Wed – Serving part-time at a bar.

Thu – Looking for work.

Fri – Looking for work.

Sat – Rest (street).

Sun – Rest (street).

※A vagrant pickpocketed your money. All the money to stay at the inn is gone. You will have to live on the streets from now on. (Sensitivity, Stamina down!)

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The next day, Lancel almost spat out the tea he was drinking when he saw the screen in front of him.

“Find a place that can be used as an attic around here and deliver it. Don’t forget not to let them know I gave it to them.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

The maid answered brightly, as if she had been waiting for Lancel’s words.

Having built a relationship with Marigold for four months, she left the mansion to deliver the news.

After that, most of the news related to Marigold was delivered through her.

“There’s a nice house on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, so I bought it. She seems to like the attic, though.”

“Is that so? I see.”

Or.

“It seems like she’s saving some money because she doesn’t have to pay for accommodation. She’s asking me to go on a picnic with her, but I don’t know what to do…”

“Isn’t it okay to go? There are plenty of people who can take care of me even if you’re gone for a day or two.”

“Thank you, Young Master!”

And so on.

“I heard that some thugs tried to make a move on her again at the bar. I don’t know if she’s okay, Young Master.”

“Is that so? That’s something she has to take care of herself. Does it have anything to do with me?”

“I’m worried that she’s still young and only working at a bar…”

“You have to be able to endure that much to live in the Imperial Capital. She’ll experience even worse things in the future.”

Lancel was silent for a long time after saying that.

Thugs. Lancel suddenly remembered the phrase that had appeared in front of him two days ago.

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—Imperial Calendar 818, December 21st. Dawn.

—Marigold had a tiring day today. But she decides not to hate people. Marigold already knows that there are many good people as well as bad people. She shakes off her sadness and anger overnight and watches the sunrise. Marigold’s heart is filled with motivation.

※Elegance, Morality, Faith UP!!

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There were countless people who picked fights or flirted with her at the bar. It was certainly not a suitable job for a young child to serve at a bar.

Even in the game, if you kept working at a bar, you would sometimes take the ‘bad ending’ route.

“I’ll have to talk to Baron Ibil Shen and see if there’s a job available in the stables. Tell her to quit the bar.”

The maid’s expression brightened.

“……Yes!”

In fact, most of the information was already obtained through the game system.

Employing the maid was a safety device for Lancel to ensure that the connection with Marigold was not severed.

Was that of great help? Based on the slight interest Lancel threw at her, Marigold gradually settled down in the Imperial Capital.

Later, she somehow earned a lot of money and even built a small house. It was four years after arriving in the Imperial Capital.

Although she couldn’t dream of marrying a prince like in the game, she still had a pretty good life.

Working, earning money, decorating the house, buying delicious food, and meeting people. There was definitely a sense of stability in Marigold’s life.

And 10 years passed.

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[Playtime 10 years 0 days]

—Marigold is 25 years old.

—There is a marriage partner.

—There are no achievements.

[Marriage Ending 23. Marriage with the young nobleman ‘Lancel Dante’]

—The ending has been added to the ‘Album of Memories’.

—Open the album.

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Marigold already knew the identity of the person who had been supporting her for the past 10 years.

Marigold suddenly recognizes his back on the street. She runs up to him, grabs his arm, and asks.

‘Why are you being so nice to me? Was I worth it? Why didn’t you show up in front of me? What kind of person am I to you?’

‘You are nothing to me. It’s just fun. That’s why I helped you. Don’t worry about it.’

‘It’s okay. You’re the only one for me. Please live with me.’

The two got married.

Marigold felt happy for the first few years. But it didn’t last long. Marigold spends her days in sorrow and self-blame.

[Marriage with the young nobleman ‘Lancel Dante’ – fin]

—Would you like to start the game again?

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“What is this?”

Lancel Dante doubted his eyes for a moment as he faced the results of the past 10 years.

He knew that a mediocre ending would come out, but he never imagined it would be like this. Forcibly marrying someone he had been watching over, what an absurd ending.

He smacked his lips bitterly.

There was no end to this as it was.

Therefore, he decided.

“No, this won’t do. You should just marry a prince.”

In order to end this tiresome regression, he would give her ‘true happiness’.

[Because it’s more fun. – End]