'Should I just tell him that I can't get married in the future? No, what if he gets suspicious?'
Suddenly, I thought of L'Arpege's house. The eyes of the man covered in the blood of a wild beast were dripping with a terrible obsession.
And when I looked at it from the perspective of a reader, if you messed with a character like that if you were lucky, it would be a bad ending, and if you were unlucky, it would be a dead ending.
'It's rated 19+ and now it's ruined...'
At this time, I was racking my brain to come up with an appropriate answer.
"If..."
Carsis took a step back.
With a slightly different expression than before.
“Did I do something wrong?”
"Uh?"
I made a dumbfounded expression at the man's sudden change in mood.
“Or maybe you're just sick of it...”
The droopy corners of his eyes made him look like a puppy that had been rejected by its owner.
“No, that’s not it! Really, I’m just tired.”
I felt a little sorry for him as he slumped down to his shoulders, so I quickly made an excuse.
'I feel like he's hurt somehow...'
It was already the second rejection for me.
To avoid suspicion, it might be better to sleep with Carsis now...
I really didn't want to get physical with a man I didn't like.
I racked my brain to come up with a plausible excuse that Carsis would accept.
But Carsis answered with a bitter smile as if I had already missed his timing.
“You're tired... I understand. If that’s what you’re saying, then that’s what it must be.”
“I, that. Carsis..."
“You must be tired, but I was so inconsiderate.”
“No. That’s...”
What is this? I feel like I'm a bad bitch?
Ah, she was a bad year indeed.
Because she treated her own knights like dogs and sent them to the dog fighting arena.
At that moment, when I was admitting that I was a bad girl, he walked out of the room without any regrets as if he was hurt.
I came to my senses as the door closed with a 'thud' sound and stared into space.
"...What."
Now that I think about it, Carsis's attitude just now was so different from the man I saw at the dogfighting arena during the day that I wondered if he was the same person.
Was that appearance at that time an illusion created by the surrounding atmosphere?
Where was the ferocious beast? It seemed like I was seeing a gentle large dog wagging its tail at its owner.
'That's fortunate. It seems like you listen to me well...'
No. What am I thinking right now!
“This can’t go on!”
I, calming my heart that felt like it was going to burst out, shouted.
That's a blessing in disguise.
What a blessing!
“It’s really dangerous here.”
The days when I was happy because I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth are long gone.
I let out a deep sigh at the precarious feeling of walking a tightrope day after day.
Click-.
A dark room with not a single light on.
Carsis opened the door and came in, taking off the clothes he was wearing.
Knock. Knock-.
As the clothes covering his body fell to the floor one by one, his well-toned muscles were revealed.
The broad shoulders and correspondingly thick chest gave him a fierce demeanor at first glance.
Also, the large and small scars all over his body showed what kind of life he had lived.
But all that remains are old traces.
Despite having fought a tiger this afternoon, there were no new scars on his body.
Carsis sat down on the bed that was lying alone on one side of the room.
Then a creepy creaking sound reverberated.
A pitch-black night without a single cloud.
The moonlight streaming through the window was focused on Carsis, like stage lights.
“Don’t do it, Carsis. I don’t want to do it now.”
He had no intention of lying down or doing anything else, and just stared blankly into space, mulling over what had just happened.
With eyes as calm as the sea where not a single breeze blows.
It stayed like that for a long time.
As if he had finished thinking about something, he opened the drawer next to the bed.
Then, what appeared was a dagger with a sharp edge.
The man who held the dagger without hesitation looked over the blade carefully.
Check to see if there are any missing teeth or dull spots.
Very meticulous, like a knight checking his sword before going to war.
The blade reflected the moonlight and took on an eerie glow.
He quickly grasps the dagger's handle with his right hand and moves the blade around his body as if trying to gauge something.
As if a butcher were trying to figure out which part to cut off.
And when the blade stopped moving.
With the sound of skin being torn.
Knock knock. Knock knock.
Red drops of blood slowly soaked into the wooden floor.
“It looks like the villainess has won the lottery, so there’s no way to beat her.”
I woke up and started to think back on what had happened so far, and I let out a hollow laugh.
Information about the owner of the body you possessed has been added.
First, Elizabeth was a leading proponent of the bizarre 'game'.
Second, Elizabeth had an inappropriate relationship with the knight she had brought in as a child.
Third. While she was having an affair with the escort Knight, she promised to marry the Crown prince. It was not even a political marriage, but a love marriage.
"Ha..."
I don't even know which book I'm possessed by, but the body I'm possessed by happens to be a villainess!
Besides, I have never seen such a villain in all the books I have read.
“The villainesses I’ve seen only believed in their status and did evil deeds or harassed the delicate female protagonists. What is this...”
It says it all in the part where they don't treat people like people, but like dogs, and they make weird games popular.
You've achieved such great things that you wouldn't be able to say anything even if you were accused and had your head cut off at any moment.
“Thank you so much, I'm crying.”
I also let out a vain laugh as if I felt a little relieved.
But there was one strange thing.
I'm possessed by a villainess who has committed such evil deeds, but I can't remember the contents of the book at all.
“Is this not a bookish idea?”
It was a convincing hypothesis in its own way.
It makes no sense that I couldn't think of a title for a novel with such an evil villainess.
'Yeah. If it's not a book, then at least the future isn't set in stone, right?'
Because the ending of the villainess in the book was usually death. I prayed that it wasn't a book possession.
When my thoughts reached that point, I couldn't stay still.
'It won't work. I need to have a proper conversation with Carsis first.'
It was not possible to avoid Carsis forever by making excuses.
First of all, since it was confirmed that Carsis and I were in a secret relationship due to yesterday's events, it was necessary to figure out how much we were feeling for each other.
'If it were that man, he would be the first to notice that I've changed.'
What would you not share when you've mixed up your bodies?
You may have shared everything from small habits to secret stories that you can't tell others.
It was clear that he would be the first to notice that something was wrong with me.
Judging from his attitude last night, he seemed to have been quite obedient to Elizabeth.
'The moment he finds out I'm not the real Elizabeth, I don't know how to change my attitude.'
So, even if no one else knew, I absolutely could not let Carsis find out.
It was when I was burning inside with the determination to never get caught.
May came into the room with a knock.
“Good morning, Miss.”
She began to take care of me with her always cheerful face.
“Come to think of it, I forgot to take your clothes off yesterday! How did you take them off by yourself?”
She asked, straightening out the dress that was strewn about in the corner.
“Huh? Uh... I thought I could just do it by myself. Haha.”
She couldn't say that Carsis had taken it off, so I just mumbled it.
“I’m sorry. I was surprised by your injury yesterday. I already told the doctor, so he’ll be back in a bit... Huh?”
May tilted her head as she looked into my palm to examine my wounds.
“Oh my. The medicine seems to have worked well, Miss. Your hand is already better.”
"What?"
No way.
I didn't even open the bottle of medicine that May gave me yesterday.
Only then did I look at my hands.
'It's really all better, right?'
As if May hadn't said anything wrong, the palm of my hand that had been covered in scabs was clean as if nothing had happened.
'How did this happen?'
Clearly, the wound was still there right after May left.
It was too dark to say I saw it wrong, but the wound on my palm still seemed hazy.
“Anyway, that’s fortunate. I thought Doctor Kaylan was busy today.”
“Why? Are there suddenly people who are sick?”
In fact, I never wondered why Doctor Kaylan was so busy.
I just asked without thinking.
Suddenly, I thought of L'Arpege's house. The eyes of the man covered in the blood of a wild beast were dripping with a terrible obsession.
And when I looked at it from the perspective of a reader, if you messed with a character like that if you were lucky, it would be a bad ending, and if you were unlucky, it would be a dead ending.
'It's rated 19+ and now it's ruined...'
At this time, I was racking my brain to come up with an appropriate answer.
"If..."
Carsis took a step back.
With a slightly different expression than before.
“Did I do something wrong?”
"Uh?"
I made a dumbfounded expression at the man's sudden change in mood.
“Or maybe you're just sick of it...”
The droopy corners of his eyes made him look like a puppy that had been rejected by its owner.
“No, that’s not it! Really, I’m just tired.”
I felt a little sorry for him as he slumped down to his shoulders, so I quickly made an excuse.
'I feel like he's hurt somehow...'
It was already the second rejection for me.
To avoid suspicion, it might be better to sleep with Carsis now...
I really didn't want to get physical with a man I didn't like.
I racked my brain to come up with a plausible excuse that Carsis would accept.
But Carsis answered with a bitter smile as if I had already missed his timing.
“You're tired... I understand. If that’s what you’re saying, then that’s what it must be.”
“I, that. Carsis..."
“You must be tired, but I was so inconsiderate.”
“No. That’s...”
What is this? I feel like I'm a bad bitch?
Ah, she was a bad year indeed.
Because she treated her own knights like dogs and sent them to the dog fighting arena.
At that moment, when I was admitting that I was a bad girl, he walked out of the room without any regrets as if he was hurt.
I came to my senses as the door closed with a 'thud' sound and stared into space.
"...What."
Now that I think about it, Carsis's attitude just now was so different from the man I saw at the dogfighting arena during the day that I wondered if he was the same person.
Was that appearance at that time an illusion created by the surrounding atmosphere?
Where was the ferocious beast? It seemed like I was seeing a gentle large dog wagging its tail at its owner.
'That's fortunate. It seems like you listen to me well...'
No. What am I thinking right now!
“This can’t go on!”
I, calming my heart that felt like it was going to burst out, shouted.
That's a blessing in disguise.
What a blessing!
“It’s really dangerous here.”
The days when I was happy because I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth are long gone.
I let out a deep sigh at the precarious feeling of walking a tightrope day after day.
***
Click-.
A dark room with not a single light on.
Carsis opened the door and came in, taking off the clothes he was wearing.
Knock. Knock-.
As the clothes covering his body fell to the floor one by one, his well-toned muscles were revealed.
The broad shoulders and correspondingly thick chest gave him a fierce demeanor at first glance.
Also, the large and small scars all over his body showed what kind of life he had lived.
But all that remains are old traces.
Despite having fought a tiger this afternoon, there were no new scars on his body.
Carsis sat down on the bed that was lying alone on one side of the room.
Then a creepy creaking sound reverberated.
A pitch-black night without a single cloud.
The moonlight streaming through the window was focused on Carsis, like stage lights.
“Don’t do it, Carsis. I don’t want to do it now.”
He had no intention of lying down or doing anything else, and just stared blankly into space, mulling over what had just happened.
With eyes as calm as the sea where not a single breeze blows.
It stayed like that for a long time.
As if he had finished thinking about something, he opened the drawer next to the bed.
Then, what appeared was a dagger with a sharp edge.
The man who held the dagger without hesitation looked over the blade carefully.
Check to see if there are any missing teeth or dull spots.
Very meticulous, like a knight checking his sword before going to war.
The blade reflected the moonlight and took on an eerie glow.
He quickly grasps the dagger's handle with his right hand and moves the blade around his body as if trying to gauge something.
As if a butcher were trying to figure out which part to cut off.
And when the blade stopped moving.
With the sound of skin being torn.
Knock knock. Knock knock.
Red drops of blood slowly soaked into the wooden floor.
***
“It looks like the villainess has won the lottery, so there’s no way to beat her.”
I woke up and started to think back on what had happened so far, and I let out a hollow laugh.
Information about the owner of the body you possessed has been added.
First, Elizabeth was a leading proponent of the bizarre 'game'.
Second, Elizabeth had an inappropriate relationship with the knight she had brought in as a child.
Third. While she was having an affair with the escort Knight, she promised to marry the Crown prince. It was not even a political marriage, but a love marriage.
"Ha..."
I don't even know which book I'm possessed by, but the body I'm possessed by happens to be a villainess!
Besides, I have never seen such a villain in all the books I have read.
“The villainesses I’ve seen only believed in their status and did evil deeds or harassed the delicate female protagonists. What is this...”
It says it all in the part where they don't treat people like people, but like dogs, and they make weird games popular.
You've achieved such great things that you wouldn't be able to say anything even if you were accused and had your head cut off at any moment.
“Thank you so much, I'm crying.”
I also let out a vain laugh as if I felt a little relieved.
But there was one strange thing.
I'm possessed by a villainess who has committed such evil deeds, but I can't remember the contents of the book at all.
“Is this not a bookish idea?”
It was a convincing hypothesis in its own way.
It makes no sense that I couldn't think of a title for a novel with such an evil villainess.
'Yeah. If it's not a book, then at least the future isn't set in stone, right?'
Because the ending of the villainess in the book was usually death. I prayed that it wasn't a book possession.
When my thoughts reached that point, I couldn't stay still.
'It won't work. I need to have a proper conversation with Carsis first.'
It was not possible to avoid Carsis forever by making excuses.
First of all, since it was confirmed that Carsis and I were in a secret relationship due to yesterday's events, it was necessary to figure out how much we were feeling for each other.
'If it were that man, he would be the first to notice that I've changed.'
What would you not share when you've mixed up your bodies?
You may have shared everything from small habits to secret stories that you can't tell others.
It was clear that he would be the first to notice that something was wrong with me.
Judging from his attitude last night, he seemed to have been quite obedient to Elizabeth.
'The moment he finds out I'm not the real Elizabeth, I don't know how to change my attitude.'
So, even if no one else knew, I absolutely could not let Carsis find out.
It was when I was burning inside with the determination to never get caught.
May came into the room with a knock.
“Good morning, Miss.”
She began to take care of me with her always cheerful face.
“Come to think of it, I forgot to take your clothes off yesterday! How did you take them off by yourself?”
She asked, straightening out the dress that was strewn about in the corner.
“Huh? Uh... I thought I could just do it by myself. Haha.”
She couldn't say that Carsis had taken it off, so I just mumbled it.
“I’m sorry. I was surprised by your injury yesterday. I already told the doctor, so he’ll be back in a bit... Huh?”
May tilted her head as she looked into my palm to examine my wounds.
“Oh my. The medicine seems to have worked well, Miss. Your hand is already better.”
"What?"
No way.
I didn't even open the bottle of medicine that May gave me yesterday.
Only then did I look at my hands.
'It's really all better, right?'
As if May hadn't said anything wrong, the palm of my hand that had been covered in scabs was clean as if nothing had happened.
'How did this happen?'
Clearly, the wound was still there right after May left.
It was too dark to say I saw it wrong, but the wound on my palm still seemed hazy.
“Anyway, that’s fortunate. I thought Doctor Kaylan was busy today.”
“Why? Are there suddenly people who are sick?”
In fact, I never wondered why Doctor Kaylan was so busy.
I just asked without thinking.
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