As the Villainess’ Final Crony, I’ll Follow Her to the End!

One morning when I was supposed to visit Redmayne's house more frequently than ever, after receiving news from Lady Austin and Sophia that everything was ready to break off the engagement, I received a letter from the Evans family breakfast table. A letter arrived at the Evans' breakfast table.

When I opened it, it was written to my brother, who had entertained our guest for a short time when Master Austin was brought to my house with a fever, asking for a gift in return for his kindness.

My brother read the letter and said 'if it's good, it's half with my sister,' which made him happy, but at the same time, he was happy that Master Austin remembered him, and at the same time, he wished he could forget about it after his own blunder.

But all of that sullenness was blown away when I saw the tower of adventure stories piled up in front of me.

It looks like you could open a small bookstore just for adventure stories right now. Do you really want your brother to take it all home?

The other day I was going through the archives looking for materials and I found a bunch of them. I'm not old enough to read them anymore, but I didn't want to throw them away, either. Some of them are already out of print, so I'm sure you'll enjoy them.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at it. The moist, velvet-covered body of the book, when held up to the light, reveals detailed designs, and when the cover is turned over, the multi-colored letters dance.

The illustrations are not juvenile, as is typical of children's books, but have a pictorial beauty. In short, it is not a childish book.

The same was true when I looked up from the book I had received, selected a few other books and opened them. In addition, as Mr. Austen said, many of the books have old issue stamps, and I was surprised to see that many of the illustrators and novelists inside are now commonly known as painters and literary giants.

All of the books stacked here must be a coveted treasure trove for collectors.

It's not just a matter of time before you get your hands on one of them. The binding is beautiful and the story inside is a proper adventure story with a princess and a prince. ...... I'm sure it's about Austen. I'm sure it's all about Austen, so I thought it would be more literal and difficult. It's a little funny that boys seem to like these books as much as ever.

Although the thickness of each book varies, it doesn't seem to be too heavy for Edward to carry around, and I can see my brother building a trip library throughout the mansion with these books in his hands now.

The book is there, but it's not ready for your knightly friend yet. I was a lot more frail than I am now until I met Chloe. It's hard to lift or read a book with too much text. And I also wanted to run around with energy, at least in the ...... story.

My words suddenly reminded me of those days, and Lady Austin gave me a distant look. Both Sofia and Austin don't often talk about things that happened before they met me.

The sapphire and violet iris eyes that I stole gently, shaking uneasily for just a moment. It's only natural for Sofia-sama's cronies to not want to see that flicker, right?

It may have been difficult for you in the past, but now you can afford to be a little reckless. I know you've been working a bit hard lately, and you look a bit tired, so why don't you pick out a few recommendations and we'll have a reading session in the greenhouse in the garden while we take a break now?

"...... children's books at my age?

It's because I'm older now that I can read the stories in more depth than I did then. It's interesting to read them as an adult because you get to discover something new, I'm sure.

"No, but ...... is still the place to finish up with Sophia and the others. ......

My brother would probably tell me again, 'This is a man's book, you shouldn't read it, princess. It's so frustrating to have such a great book so close to me and not be allowed to read it.

Maybe it was because I was more than half honest with myself, but in the end, Mr. Austin was reluctant to accept my proposal. I really wanted to go with Sophia, but unfortunately, I was absconded with by Miss Barkhorn in the morning. I don't tell anyone that I was slightly jealous of her taking Sophia out of the room with her own eyes.

When I told Mr. Sanders that I was going out into the garden, he gave me a basket of baked goods, snacks, and a pot of tea, which turned out to be a picnic-like package.

A somewhat dumbfounded Austin and I grabbed the handles of the basket from each side, and with a book in our free hands, we walked down the corridor leading to the garden, bickering about how cold and chilly it was.

When they got to the greenhouse, they had already gotten the word out, and a simple stove with a fire in it was creating warm air. The benches are furnished with blankets and fluffy cushions, just like a squirrel's bed in winter.

'The servants in this house are way too overprotective of me,'

"Hmmm, but it's a great place to enjoy reading.

We both staggered up to the bench, staggering under the weight of the basket and unloading our bags. The bench, with its fluffy cushions obscuring the seat, was large enough for four people, and there was plenty of room for Mr. Austin and I to sit on it.

But after a few moments of reading with baked goods and a cup of tea, Master Austin, who had been flipping through the pages of a book next to me, stopped. In addition, the gap that had been between the two of us in the beginning was now a gap where our shoulders were attached to each other.

The benches are sized for four people. I am also somewhat smaller than before. So there is only one result to be drawn from this distance. As if to prove it, I was finally convinced of this when my head was nearly slammed into his shoulder.

...... I wonder if they're fighting dragons by now?

The pages that I shifted slightly to peer into depicted a fire-breathing dragon defending a castle surrounded by Ibarra, and a warrior who stood up to the dragon in a heroic manner. Behind them, in the pearly castle, there must be a captive princess.

But just when I couldn't help but whisper, "If the princess was ugly, wouldn't she be rescued?", I felt a small smile from Master Austin. It must have been a convenient daydream of mine, as I seemed to shake my head slightly.