It was the moment when all the insults I had held back to look like an elegant noble lady burst out.
15 years of experience as a romance novel reader.
The only 19+ bad ending novel I've ever read since I only dealt with happy endings.
No, I guess you could call it a novel about the death of a dragon head.
On the wedding day of the male protagonist, Ernest, who is a Crown Prince, a rebellion suddenly occurs, and as a result of this rebellion, Ernest loses his first love.
Eventually, his sadness and frustration at losing his first love turn into anger.
I thought it was a coming-of-age novel about the male protagonist, Ernest, who takes back the throne by punishing the traitor who took everything from him.
“All the main characters are dead, right...?”
The rebel who became the Emperor through rebellion suddenly appears with the heroine and has a romantic relationship...
The Crown Prince tried to kill the female protagonist whom the traitor loved so much but ended up falling in love with her, who resembled his first love.
However, due to his guilt over his dead first love and his desire for revenge against the traitor, the Crown Prince ends up killing the female protagonist, and he also dies at the hands of the traitor, which is a bad ending.
And for fuck's sake, my role in this novel is.
'The role of the male protagonist's dead first love.'
What a misfortune, an extra whose name only passes by in the novel.
'What the hell is this?'
Elizabeth, a name that seems too hastily made up, and the typical blonde hair and green eyes.
Somehow I felt like there was no sincerity in the character settings.
'Sigh... Fuck.'
As I was internally cursing my pitiful situation, the man next to me spoke.
“Elizabeth, don’t worry. I will do whatever it takes to protect you.”
There was a serious look on the knight's face as he looked at me as if to reassure me.
'Look here, Sir. This is all useless.'
Now I had given up everything.
Because I had already tried everything I could.
Two months ago.
It was on her 25th birthday that I realized the name of the book I had been possessed by.
Since then, I have tried to stop the rebellion that has just occurred, and I have even tried to escape. But all of them have failed.
I bit my lip at my own incompetence.
Was it hubris to think that I might be able to stop this rebellion?
The pure white dress that had been handled with care just a moment ago, lest it get dusty, was already torn in places, and there were bright red stains of blood that could not be identified by the owner.
I couldn't even bring myself to utter countless curses at the reality that I had changed from the best bride in the empire to the most unfortunate bride overnight.
How much longer did I run like that?
The shoes, which could not withstand running on rough floors, came off.
“Ugh-.”
“Elizabeth-!”
The knight came to my side, who was lying face down in a comical manner, and helped me up.
“You have to get up! They’ll be on their way soon!”
“Oh, I got it. Get up right now...”
Phew-.
But I had no choice but to sit down again.
An eerie sound that hits my ears.
Even the lukewarm liquids covering the face.
Dump-.
In an instant, the heavy body of the knight who had been supporting me collapsed.
'What.'
I didn't even dare to wipe the red stains off my face.
Behind the fallen knight, a very familiar man came into view.
"Ah."
I let out a low sigh, surprised by the completely unexpected figure.
“...Why you.”
The man looked at me as he pulled out the sword stuck in the knight's body and swung it around in one motion.
Creepy red eyes.
'You don't have brown eyes...?'
It was a very unfamiliar color to the man.
“I looked for you for a long time, but you ran away.”
Did you originally have a voice like that?
The infinitely cold voice felt eerie. An unknown emotion slowly rose from the tips of my toes and began to strangle my throat.
“Surely you weren’t on your way to the Crown Prince?”
Thud, thud-.
The sound of the man's feet crushing the dirt echoes quietly.
Every time he took a step closer to me, my stomach started to tingle.
“It shouldn’t be like that.”
The identity of the traitor was something I could never have imagined.
The moment when the vague fear of death gradually reveals its true nature.
The man who came within arm's reach raised his sword high.
'I'm dying...!'
I shut my eyes tightly in preparation for the pain that was to come.
However.
I can hear the sound of a sword being sheathed.
I slowly opened my eyes, feeling something strange.
Then the man knelt down to meet my gaze.
'Uh?'
The man lifted my left foot, which was full of bruises, and brought his lips close to it.
And the feeling of hot, wet flesh on the instep.
“Ugh.”
I stuttered at the unexpected moment, the unimaginable physical contact.
“What are you, what are you doing...”
But regardless, the man was just licking my feet as if he was savoring something sweet.
The feet that were full of bruises were soaked with the man's saliva.
And the man's tongue gradually moved up past my feet.
“Yes, wait a minute...!”
With a look of horror on my face, I pushed the man's shoulder away.
The traitor looks up at me as the distance between us suddenly grows distant.
Like the tongue that had been teasing my feet.
“No, betrayal.”
Hot and persistent.
“If you abandon a dog that has already been abandoned.”
With half-tasted eyes.
“This time I might bite the owner.”
***
It was such an ordinary day.
An ordinary day without any signs of death or ominous feelings.
“Even today’s fortune was a whopping 99 points.”
That day was also chosen as the best day by the fortune-telling application I checked every morning.
I was hit and killed by a truck that ran a red light.
“And when I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar place.”
It's a cliché, you know.
I looked quite calm, with my arms crossed and my fingers wagging.
It's been three days since I opened my eyes here.
As I calmed my confused mind, I began to get a rough idea of what the situation was.
I slowly got up from the sofa and walked over to the mirror.
The girl reflected in the mirror looked like a stranger.
And with a beautiful body and face that I had never seen before.
“Is she possessed?”
But somehow it didn't seem like a typical possession. I couldn't put my finger on it.
“But why?”
I sighed deeply and wiped my face.
“Nothing comes to mind...?”
Usually, when you read a book-possessed novel, the main characters can immediately guess which book they've been possessed by as soon as they look in the mirror.
If so, then it would be natural for me to realize at this point that the possessed body was a character from a novel I had been reading.
My mind was as blank as a sheet of paper. But that was to be expected.
“How could I notice this?”
Gorgeous blond hair that looks like it's been bathed in sunlight.
Grass-colored eyes that hold the recording.
And skin as soft and white as porcelain.
To anyone who saw me, I was a typical blonde beauty. Very common in romance novels.
If you lined up all the blonde beauties from the novels you've read, they would circle the globe.
“Yes, let’s say I give in and say that blonde hair is okay. But.”
Knock knock.
“Miss Elizabeth. It’s May. May I come in?”
"Ha-."
Elizabeth, whose name is nothing special.
Isn't that such an insincere name?
'There's no sincerity in the character settings, no sincerity.'
“Yes, come in.”
As soon as my permission was granted, the door opened and a brown-haired maid came in.
“The Duke and Madame are waiting for you at the restaurant.”
“Yes, let’s go.”
At the maid's words, I stopped thinking and left the room.
As I walked by with a proud gait, people greeted me.
“Hello, Miss. How are you feeling today?”
“Young lady, you are so beautiful today.”
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