harem chapter 4

Staring at the ex-boyfriend whose name I couldn’t even remember, I asked the question I hadn’t asked in the past.

“What’s the reason for wanting to break up all of a sudden?”

Back then, I had meekly accepted being dumped because I didn’t want to seem pathetic and clingy, but in truth, I’d been so curious I couldn’t sleep for days! What was the reason? The reason for dumping a girl as lovely as me?

He gave me a look that said, Isn’t it obvious?

“Your family is too strict.”

Well, that shut me up.

As he said, my family was overly strict. That is to say, my family, who loved their daughter so dearly, would not tolerate the sight of me dating before I turned twenty and became an adult.

Of course, just because they forbade it didn’t mean I didn’t do it.

People fall in love even in the midst of war, so why couldn’t I? I’d been secretly dating, avoiding my family’s watchful eyes.

But I was always dumped in less than ten days.

It was upsetting to be dumped every time, but I understood.

Even I had to admit my family wasn’t normal.

My brother, as if he had nothing better to do, made it his daily business to tail me whenever I went out. And just when I managed to shake him off to enjoy a secret rendezvous, he’d pop out from a bush or some other hiding place to ruin the moment—how he always found out was a mystery.

And it wasn’t just my dear brother who was the problem.

The moment my parents heard their daughter was seeing a man, they would turn their carriage around, even when they were out on business, come home, and lie down, refusing all food and drink.

Despite these trials, I had made a desperate effort to date, but every man I met was a total dud. At first, I wondered if my standards were in the gutter. But thinking about it, how was I supposed to know they were duds when we never even had a proper conversation before we started dating?

Now, I’d be grateful for even a dud.

Somehow, the men I attracted only got worse from there.

At this rate, my love life was headed straight for the junkyard.

On top of that, in my past life, I hadn’t had time for romance; I’d given up on my studies and lived hand-to-mouth, working part-time jobs.

So this time, I wanted a real relationship!

But until I turned twenty, a normal romance was impossible because of my family. They had promised to lift the dating ban once I became an adult.

I just had to wait until then…

But without fail, as soon as I turned seventeen…

“He’s dead again? That son of a bitch…”

Thanks to the male lead’s recurring suicide, even that was impossible.

And so, I made my decision.

“Mother, Father.”

“Oh my? What’s that bundle behind you?”

Since it’s come to this!

“Please allow me to become a servant in the ducal house.”

I’ll stop the protagonist from dying.