How to Survive as a Supporting Male Lead - Chapter 8.2
Moreover, Iann had a deep aversion to physical pain. He often thought that if he had to die, he’d rather be slain swiftly by Kallian than be torn apart by monsters.
“Damn it.”
Of course, he hated both options. Grinding his teeth, Iann vowed to write the author’s name in red ink fifty times in his Death Note back at his office. Not that he remembered the author’s name anymore; he’d just write “the author” repeatedly. It was a pointless act, but right now, it was the only way Iann could vent his frustration.
“While we’re at it, maybe I’ll write Kallian’s name in there ten times, too.”
No, he should write it eighty times. It wasn’t baseless resentment; he had good reasons.
“She looks just like my sister…”
It was because the face of the female lead—the Saintess—was remarkably similar to that of Iann’s late sister. Iann meticulously observed the woman’s face, which looked much livelier than it had a few days prior. Though he could tell that the woman on the bed was aware of his gaze and seemed uneasy, Iann couldn’t stop himself.
“This is insane, isn’t it?”
“Iann.”
As Iann’s voice rose with impatience, Derrick’s strained voice immediately chastised him. But Iann had no room to care. He had just realized he might have once been infatuated with a woman who looked exactly like his own sister. Who could stay calm with that thought?
‘Am I nuts?’
He berated his in-story self. Granted, he had been insane back then—insane enough to almost destroy the empire! But still, this was completely crossing the line. Beyond the basics of morality, Iann and his sister had been perfectly ordinary siblings. He’d never once thought of her as beautiful.
‘…It had to be familial love. Yeah, I must have just wanted her back. My entire family was dead. It’s not like I was actually in love with someone who looked like my sister, right?’
He fought to suppress the memories of ‘Iann’ in the novel and his irrational actions. This had to be familial love. It just had to be.
Thinking along those lines, he managed to calm himself. Reassured by his own rationalization, Iann reined in his expression. Now was the time to take care of serious matters. He needed to prepare the female lead to properly fulfill her role as the Saintess by the later parts of the story.
Iann knew exactly how his own stats were distributed: his charisma was lacking, but his looks were overwhelming. He decided to win her over with his handsome face.
“Hello.”
Iann flashed a gentle smile. His blue eyes softened, and his aegyo-sal subtly lifted.
Even though he had the strong, classic features of a handsome man who seemed to be the type to give a quick, “heh” of amusement, his bright smile brought an unexpected warmth to his expression. Until Iann opened his mouth, many people found themselves helplessly disarmed by this surprising charm.
He confirmed that the female lead had also been momentarily thrown off. Her wariness had noticeably softened since a moment ago.
Now for the next step. Iann cleared his throat softly, feeling a hint of tension. He couldn’t risk messing this up. Carefully choosing his words, he called to her in a voice that was both earnest and gentle.
“Yuhwa.”
The woman’s eyes widened, her face filled with shock. Naturally, she hadn’t introduced herself yet—Yuhwa, the female lead. But Iann, of course, already knew her name. He even knew that her surname was “Lee,” written with the character 李.
And since he was a person reincarnated into this novel, it was only natural that he knew all the events to come. Iann decided to pull his usual trick and present himself as a prophet, as he had with Derrick.
“My name is Iann de Loit. Among those who borrow this world’s unique powers, I am one of the greatest, and I can secretly glimpse the grand flow of the world.”
He’d strung together a dramatic line, a patchwork of epic phrases he’d once seen in game scripts from his previous life.
