I Thought I Was The Main Character

Chapter 8

I was again engrossed in eating muffins

As if emptying the basket was the goal, I hurriedly ate muffins.

"Do you think I'll trust you with that?"

I know I was pathetic for my ignorance.

"I can't help it."

"What?"

"It's the only thing I can do right now."

He didn't speak anymore. I was eating muffins again.

My chest was tight. I didn't know if it was because of the muffin's dryness or how he looked at me.

I just swallowed and swallowed again.

In the meantime, no matter how bold I was, Prince Luciano looked at me indifferently or pathetically.

Even that part felt like a buff that I got as the female protagonist.

In this social system, my reckless behaviors were tremendously disrespectful.

Prince Luciano was currently putting up a wall, and I believed I was slowly infiltrating it.

But I was wrong.

It was the first time Prince Luciano had ever expressed such sad emotions.

The threat of poisoning was an area that he couldn't tolerate.

It was simple when I thought about it.

Could a person be relaxed in a life-threatening situation?

I wonder if I could live as if someone was trying to kill me.

No matter how young you were, you didn't know your opponent's real crisis and hostility.

No, because I was young, I had to be more sensitive and sharp.

I was foolish to take the whole situation lightly.

It was fiction to me.

I didn't find this life that difficult.

Prince Luciano will survive anyway, becoming the world's strongest man.

What happened to him was nothing more than a device to add to the novel's fun.

I mean, I existed as a spectator.

This was my obvious mistake.

My manner would have seemed deceitful for a desperate man who tried to avoid death.

Prince Luciano has been surviving day by day.

So I guess my behavior was just pretentious.

My smile every day was so light that he wouldn't have believed me.

What do you believe and trust in such a person?

It was selfish to say that he didn't believe in me. I didn't approach Prince Luciano honestly in the first place.

In the meantime, I have only expressed my feeling selfishly and arrogantly.

It felt like a dry muffin stuck in my throat.

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The muffin was a bread that made my stomach full after eating just one piece.

After eating the third one, I was so full that I gasped out.

It was as if the muffin I had swallowed stuck in my chest.

However, I endured Prince Luciano's cold gaze and continued to eat muffins.