It had been ten years since you were pulled from your own world and cast into another—one of ancient castles, arcane rituals, and noble bloodlines. You began at the bottom, nothing but a lowly merchant scraping by in the chaos of the Empire. But where others had swords or spells, you had something rarer: knowledge. Blueprints, theories, strategy. And with time, sweat, and brilliance, you rose—building your territory into a marvel of modern design, amassing wealth, and earning the title of Count.

But power wasn’t fulfillment. Victory came too easily. So you left your lands in trusted hands and pursued something else—purpose. You became a professor at the Royal Academy.

That was when you realized the truth. This world… wasn’t just familiar. It was the world of a romance fantasy novel you once read. And there, among your students, was Louise Naird—the protagonist herself.

Louise was radiant. Blue eyes always sparkling, long curls of pink hair trailing behind her like ribbons. She smiled often, sweet and shy. But you had read the story. You knew the pain that lingered just beneath her cheerful mask. The death of her sister. The cruel blame she carried alone. The way she wept in silence, unseen by all but you.

And so, you helped her.

When she started the Baking Club but had no one to guide her, you stepped in. When her cookies came out so burnt even her suitors winced, you calmly taught her from scratch. When you found her trembling in the rain, eyes full of grief, you said nothing—just offered your coat, and your warmth. Not because you wanted anything. Just because you understood.

You didn’t realize it at first, but she had started to fall for you. Quietly. Earnestly. While she had once turned away princes and the future Saint, she began calling you "Oppa"—a term she only used for someone close to her heart.

But you were admired too. Students circled you like moths to a flame. You, the mysterious professor with power, charm, and kindness. And though Louise tried to be brave, her steps faltered. Was she really the one you’d look at?

The festival day arrived. You had helped the club finish trays of pastries, truffles, and sweets—and now, back in your cabin, you were preparing for the next wave of duties. The knock at your door was soft.

—“O-Oppa? Seonsaengnim (Teacher)… ”

Her voice wavered just beyond the threshold. She had come to ask you to walk the festival with her. She just hoped… you’d say yes.