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Chapter 2
Inside the rattling carriage—
[3% until the destruction of the world]
I stared at the system window.
To put it simply, I failed to fix whatever this “plausibility” thing was.
The Duke had been carried away by servants, and Beatrice kept raging until her father dragged her off.
Since the host of the banquet had left, the party naturally came to an end.
The guests were guided out by the servants, and I also had no choice but to leave together with the other nobles.
In short, there had been no time to fix the so-called broken storyline.
I mean, they could at least explain how I was supposed to fix it.
Instead, the system suddenly told me to restore the plausibility, so from my perspective all I could do was think, What? before everything ended.
And the penalty was the destruction of the world.
I had no idea what it meant, but it definitely didn’t sound good.
“Why are you staring at me?”
While I was seriously thinking things over, a sharp voice came from across from me.
The man glaring at me through the system window was the heir of the Sauver County—in simple terms, Renée Sauver’s older brother.
His name was Louis Sauver. Twenty-three years old. Special trait: absolutely trash personality.
I almost answered reflexively, I was looking at the system window, but quickly shut my mouth.
Other people couldn’t see this window.
As much as I hated to admit it, Louis misunderstanding me was only natural.
From his perspective, it probably looked like I was glaring directly at him.
Of course, I had actually been staring at the system window, so it felt unfair.
Still, I didn’t want to be treated like a lunatic for saying, There’s a floating window in the air, so I quietly lowered my eyes and replied,
“No.”
I mustn’t forget that although he looked gentlemanly on the outside, Louis Sauver was actually a psycho who abused his younger sister.
I stared at the floor and simply waited for us to arrive at the mansion.
Once I got there, I planned to lock myself inside my room and never come out.
How much time passed like that?
Soon, I felt the carriage come to a stop.
I waited until Louis got off first, and only after he entered the mansion did I carefully step out of the carriage.
Seriously, this family was suffocating.
I passed the servants who had come to greet us and climbed the stairs.
The moment I entered my room, I shut the door and pressed the window displaying—
[3% until the destruction of the world]
I honestly thought nothing would happen, but then—
[3% until the destruction of the world
Every time the plausibility collapses, the destruction of this world draws closer!
You must prevent the destruction of the world by correcting the broken plausibility.※ How do you restore plausibility?
The method is simple. Find and correct the parts of reality that differ from the original novel The Flower of the Glass Greenhouse.]
“What the…”
Something actually appeared.
I quickly scanned the window before me.
Surprisingly, the way to restore the broken plausibility was rather simple.
In short, I just had to find the differences from the original story and fix them.
Thinking back to what happened at the banquet—
The only thing different from the original had been the heroine, Beatrice.
She was a little different from the original.
No, a lot different.
Wait… follow the original story?
Then Beatrice and I would both have to die.
The moment I thought that—
[Wrong answer.]
—a system window appeared.
What the heck. If it was going to tell me I was wrong, it should at least tell me the correct answer too.
As I stared at the system window and thought deeply, I suddenly remembered the IF side stories and clapped my hands.
Right!
There was an IF side story with a somewhat happy ending instead of the miserable tragic ending!
The IF side stories were about the three male leads, who had been obsessively attached to Beatrice, suddenly coming to their senses, regretting their actions, and turning into complete pushovers for her.
There were even three separate IF routes.
One where Beatrice ended up with the Duke, one with the Crown Prince, and one with the Mage.
It had been great because readers could choose whichever route suited their tastes.
And best of all—
In all three IF side stories, neither Beatrice nor I died!
Anyway, I thought maybe following the IF side stories would work since they were technically part of the original novel too—
And immediately—
[Correct answer.]
—a system window popped up.
After getting the correct answer, I felt much lighter as I stared at the system window before flopping onto the bed.
If I had been forced to follow the main story, I would’ve had to die eventually too.
So thank goodness it was the IF route instead.
This actually seemed manageable.
To fix Beatrice according to the original, I first needed to figure out why she had changed in the first place.
After thinking quietly for a while, I realized there was no answer to be found on my own and decided to personally visit her using my status as her childhood friend—
Though calling it that now felt a bit funny.
“First, I should send a letter saying I’ll visit.”
I sprang up from the bed and rushed to the desk to pull out some stationery.
Then, in elegant handwriting, I wrote:
I plan to visit around one o’clock tomorrow, so please be aware of it somehow.
After sealing the letter and firmly stamping it with the family seal, I rang the bell.
The maid waiting outside quietly entered the room.
“Take this to the Rockwood family.”
“Yes, my lady.”
Now that I had sent the letter announcing my visit, all that was left was to wait for tomorrow.
Even though it was spring, my room felt freezing cold.
The fire in the fireplace had nearly died out.
Instead of calling a maid, I stood in front of the fireplace to revive the flames myself.
But there wasn’t a single log nearby to throw in.
In my room—or rather, Renée Sauver’s room—firewood was rarely supplied properly.
The reason was simple.
Everyone in this household hated me.
Or rather, hated Renée.
Louis Sauver had deliberately prevented firewood from being sent to my room.
Thinking I might freeze to death at this rate, I had once tried bribing the maids with jewelry, but they only listened to Louis, the true authority of the count’s estate.
I flopped onto the bed, wrapped myself tightly in the blanket like a caterpillar, and stared up at the ceiling.
The window reading—
[3% until the destruction of the world]
—still floated before my eyes without disappearing.
Was it trying to keep me constantly aware of the danger?
[Correct answer.]
Seriously, what a ridiculous system window.
I casually pulled the jewelry ornaments from my hair and tossed them onto the bedside table before burying my face in the blanket.
I still had to change out of my dress and remove my makeup, but I was too tired right now.
I’ll rest for just a little while and get up afterward.
Despite making that promise to myself, I fell deeply asleep in less than five minutes.
To the maids who were probably waiting outside—sorry.
Actually, no, I’m not sorry.
Come to think of it, you all ignored Renée too.
Not sorry at all, you jerks.
Normally, if a noble lady planned to go out, she would inform her parents first.
But unfortunately, Renée Sauver and her father did not have a good relationship.
So there was no need to bother telling him where I was going.
Accompanied by my escort knight, Sir Ulver, I boarded the carriage.
Honestly, I would have preferred moving around comfortably on my own, but as a noble lady, I couldn’t exactly go out alone.
Sir Ulver, the very symbol of laziness, would never bother reporting my whereabouts to the Count no matter where I went.
In that sense, he was the perfect escort knight for me.
Anyway, after riding the carriage for a while, the Rockwood Marquisate finally came into view.
After the chaos Beatrice caused at the spring banquet that day, the Marquis officially announced that his daughter had fallen ill.
The nobles who witnessed Beatrice’s madness all whispered that something about her had become strange, and the rumors quickly spread as if they were fact.
Beatrice had gone insane.
Not long afterward, the carriage arrived at the marquis’s estate.
Feeling slightly nervous, I took Sir Ulver’s hand and stepped out of the carriage.
Officially, I was merely a guest visiting a sick friend.
But in reality, I had come to investigate why the heroine had changed.
A servant waiting beforehand opened the door for me as I was about to head inside—
Rumble—
Suddenly, a sound like thunder echoed across the sky.
Was it going to rain?
Since I hadn’t brought an umbrella, I thought, This is troublesome, and looked up at the sky.
Then I froze on the spot.
The sky was red.
More precisely—
The sky had split open in dark crimson, as though someone had slashed it apart with a blade.
