It is my Destiny to be the Savior of the Protagonist

She urgently identified the Duke’s remarriage partner.

Leda Picaro.

‘Who is this?’

It was a name she didn’t know. She had never seen it in the original either. She opened the letter she had in it. The first part was full of bullshit about the lonely years of the loss of his wife and the loss of his daughter. The second part told the story of how he met and fell in love with a woman named Leda Picaro, like a romance novel. In summary, since the Duke remarried, it was said that she, the daughter and heir, must attend the wedding ceremony.

But the reports posted by the people she planted didn’t say anything about the Duke appearing to be in love with anyone.

‘Is this a ploy to change the successor?’

That was the first thing that came to her mind. In the original story, Ariadne was in his hands until she was 16, so the Duke did not have to worry about his successor. But now she has left the Duke’s hand and was with her mother’s family. She even took the elixir, and she didn’t respond at all to the Duke’s threats or begging. It was only natural for him to come up with the idea of giving birth to another child and making him heir instead of her who ran away.

‘There is a possibility.’

In the original work, a collateral daughter was brought in and made the successor instead, but that was only possible when there were no direct children. Even if he gave birth to his biological child, her eldest daughter, Ariadne, would have a higher right of succession.

‘Then, they’ll try to kill me.’

It seemed that her real father gave up on kidnapping her or appeasing her and decided to kill her. While Ariadne came to that conclusion, Erich read the letter and frowned.

“This is nothing special.”

“I know, right. That’s not good news.”

“Are you going to the wedding?”

“No.”

Ariadne shrugged her shoulders and put the letter down.

“It’s obvious that he invited me in as an excuse for a wedding and tried to trick me, but why am I going?”

Erich grinned and then he ruffled her hair.

“Our skeleton is smart, and it prays wildly.”

“Don’t touch my head. It’s all messy now.”

“I’ll comb it again.”

“Isn’t there an option not to touch it from the beginning?”

“Why make such a stupid choice when you can stroke your hair twice if you mess it up and then comb it?”

“Then why do you want to stroke my hair like that?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“I know, but if I’m that cute, don’t mess with other people’s hair for nothing and express it with pocket money.”

Ariadne awkwardly reached out her hand, and Erich burst into laughter at her loudly.

“Oh, really, you’re getting cuter by the day.”

He giggled and took out one of his gold coins and placed it in her hand.

“Now, expression of cuteness.”

“Thank you, brother.”

“Only when it’s like this I’m your brother.”

“If you stop calling me skeleton, I will call you brother every day.”

“I hate that. Let’s brush your hair.”

Erich took out her hairbrush and sat her down in her chair. He asked, brushing her hair skillfully.

“By the way, skeleton, you have a lot of money, so why do you ask for pocket money? You are rich.”

“There is a difference between money and pocket money. And I’m not just rich. Oh, please say that I am very, very rich.”

Erich looked at his little sister’s red earlobes as he answered coldly, and her legs swayed happily under her chair. That child pretended not to be like that and took great delight in even the slightest display of affection. Money wasn’t important, it’s the joy of receiving a gift from your family.

‘Because she’s cute anyway.’

It’s to the point where he wanted to give her pocket money every day. He took the hand off and asked.

“Money is money, what’s the difference?”

“Of course, it feels different when you earn something yourself and receive it from someone else.”

“Aha, you’re happy that the money was given to you by a respected future great magician and beloved older brother, so you’re not sure what to do, right?”

“…Would you like to take this back?”

“Nope.”

Erich laughed pleasantly.

* ♦ ♦ ♦ *

Ariadne took the basket of cookies and she went into the fantasy library. Pi, who had been reading a book leaning against a pile of cushions, stood up with a cheer.

“Wow, welcome! Hurray!”

“Me or Cookie?”

“Both! Both welcome! Pi has no favoritism!”

Pie smiled and accepted the cookie basket. The kid was the same as when they first met. As long as Ariadne grew up, she wasn’t big at all and stayed the same. What had changed was that his silver hair, which used to be long, was tied with a yellow ribbon, and he was able to change into the various clothes she brought to him as she pleased.

‘Now he knows how to make sentences well and use honorific words when he speaks. The tone is still a bit awkward…’

She went over to the bookshelf after watching the little boy gleefully eating the metallurgical cookie. When she brought out 10 novels out of habit, Pi tilted his head.

“Question, what is Aria curious about?”

“Yeah, to find out if there is a wizard called Leda Picaro.”

“Leda Picaro, no results, absent. The name Leda Picaro does not appear in the ‘Original’.”

“Okay? It is too.”

Ariadne put the books down without hesitation. She, too, had pretty much memorized the original text now, but not to the extent of Pi. At some point, Pi memorized all the books she had read without missing a single one. Even the sentences on each page and line, or the number of times a particular word appeared in a book, he could answer right away.

“In another room? Haven’t you seen it?” she asked as she sat down next to Pi.

“Past, present, never seen. Future, I don’t know. A bunch, a pile, a pile of books I haven’t read yet. I doubt it may be endless.”

Pie dropped his hand holding the cookie and he added sullenly.

“Information about Gloria Weaver’s death continues to fail. Undiscovered. I’m sorry Ara. Retry repeating. Proceed with re-examination.”

Ariadne was a little disappointed, but she quickly straightened her expression.

“It’s fine. It may be that the information is not there from the beginning. Don’t worry too much about finding it.”

“…yes.”

She put the cookie into Pi’s mouth and smiled. Pi finally relaxed his expression.

It’s been 4 years since she asked for information about her mom. She thought that if it was easy to find things about Veronica, it would be easy to find things about her mother. But the result was this. Pi had been reading the fantasy library’s books for four years, looking for something about Gloria Weaver, but still had no clue. It seemed that the fantasy library was not all-purpose.

‘Still, the cheat key is correct.’

The more books Pi read, the more information there was an immediate answer to. Characteristics of monsters, geography, labyrinth subjugation records, item usage, descriptions of families and organizations, etc. For Ariadne, Pi was reading books with L characters first, so the information was growing quickly.

‘I also received a lot of help from Pi about the chess association.’

Based on the original information and the information Pi retrieved, Ariadne was growing the main character smoothly.

‘I don’t know what Axel himself would think.’

Ever since Axel Valentine became the owner of the Scarlet Flower at the age of 12, the Association poured in all sorts of requests for him. As a master, Ariadne turned down many of them. Brutal missions where you have to kill other objects, kill innocent people, learn how to torture humans, and so on. All meaningless and degrading missions related to betting were also removed. Among the things she left out were missions from the original story. Joining the mercenary group and disintegrating it from within, entering the subjugation team and making them betray, and so on. Missions that build resentment, ruin reputation, and negatively affect character. Those were cleverly replaced with other missions. Instead of betraying, cooperate and then make a deal.

‘Persuading the members to change the contents of the request would have been difficult in many ways if it hadn’t been for the fantasy library’s information. I might have had to refuse it unconditionally.’

Despite her best efforts, the assignments to Axel were always harsh. She tested his limits, pushed him into extreme situations, and made him fight tough opponents. That’s how he got everything the original protagonist got.

‘At the age of 16, he was the youngest piece to ever qualify for the Chess Association Knight Rank. It’s similar to the original even though it took away a lot of missions.’

If the Rook Promotion Match was played next year, and later betrayed and taken out of the Chess Association, the role of ‘Adrian Black’ was over. After that, the grown-up main character would know how to do it.

‘Until then, let’s be careful and do well.’

Ariadne looked at her self-made hero growth planner, checking the next mission. She kept it in the fantasy library because it would be a big deal if she put it somewhere else and found it. As she timed his next mission, Pi emptied the cookie basket clean and stood up.

“Add search, Leda Picaro. I will go.”

“Don’t overdo it, thank you.”

“Aria is also easy, leisurely, leisurely. Health is important!”

Pi smiled bashfully and hugged Aria, then stood up. She waved her hand as she watched the white child disappear through a myriad of glass walls.

* ♦ ♦ ♦ *

The Duke of Eldeer had a simple wedding. And Ariadne did not attend. Those who knew that the Duke had lost custody of her took the princess’s absence for granted. The Duke also sent a couple of letters of protest, but there was no action. There was no such thing as an assassination attempt to the disgrace of the Weaver family and Ariadne’s vigilance.

A few months after that, the subjugation season. A time when large-scale subjugation was conducted ahead of winter when hunting or marching became difficult. A sudden visitor came to the blizzard castle, which was busy preparing for subjugation.