'Hmm...'
After lounging around in my room for a week, I figured out a rough idea of how Yvonne had been living.
Even though I can't remember every single detail of the incident, I've absorbed Yvonne's thick memories.
The youngest daughter of the Duke of Argenthoz of the Bervent Empire, she is twenty years old this year.
A truly outstanding wizard.
But strangely enough, the part that was most important to Yvonne, 'magic', was completely unremembered, as if someone had deliberately poured white paint on it.
I don't know why this is.
I concluded that it would take me some time to understand it, since I originally came from a world where I could not use magic at all.
'Well. Well, I don't really need to use magic anyway. Rather, magic is poison to me right now.'
I clicked my tongue as I recalled the last major accident Yvonne had committed.
So, the Nasiel district that the Duke was talking about.
It is a bustling area with many shops, including clothing stores frequented by the upper class.
Yvonne threw a small magical artifact she had created into one of the shops, destroying five commercial buildings in the Nasiel District.
The reason for the bombing attack was this.
'It's because the male protagonist, Crown Prince Adrian, deliberately took the female protagonist, Cordelia, to a famous costume shop and bought her a bunch of dresses.'
I put my hand on my forehead because my neck hurt.
Yvonne said she had been in love with the male protagonist, Adrian, the Crown Prince, for quite some time.
She might get angry because he doesn't accept her heart and shows off his pretty lover to people.
'What if you throw a bomb at me, you violent older sister!'
If you think about it objectively, it was understandable that the Duke, his father, would be so angry.
Rather, I should be thankful that he didn't let me get arrested.
I thought he was a scary father, but seeing this makes me think he might not be such a scary person after all.
After walking for a while with the maid, a large door that appears to be the Duke's office comes into view.
As I recalled the feeling of my ears freezing from his chilling shout, I became extremely nervous again and clenched my fists.
“Hey, crazy dog. What are you up to today? Why don’t you come to my office quietly?”
A man's sarcastic voice was heard near the office door.
“?”
I stopped walking in disbelief.
'Are you calling me a mad dog just now?'
I could guess who it was when I saw the employees bending down without any resistance.
The man standing arrogantly with his arms crossed was a handsome young man with silver hair and purple eyes, just like me.
He is similar to Yvonne, with a sharp jawline and cool eyes.
He is handsome, but he has no luck.
He looked at me coldly, as if I were some kind of hopeless piece of trash.
Familiar eyes.
When I didn't answer and just stared at him, he narrowed his eyes, uncrossed his arms, and strode closer.
“If you’re going to keep acting like a mad dog, just get out. You’re a disgrace to the family. How long do I have to put up with this?”
“...”
The man continued to speak, his mouth twisted into a crooked smile.
“What are you planning? You’ve been cooped up in your room for a week like a crazy dog. I’m afraid of what kind of trouble you’ll cause. I’m sick of it.”
'Ha.'
I'll even take back the comment that he's handsome.
What good is a healthy face when your mouth is so dirty?
Appearance is important, but personality is just as important!
'It's annoying.'
That guy, who makes me feel uncomfortable because his image is very similar to that of the archer who tormented me in my past life, is Yvonne's older brother.
Her older brother, little Duke Varden Argenthoz, is three years older than Yvonne.
He is the successor to the successful Duke of Argenthoz, who returned with distinction after being deployed on a monster extermination operation with the male protagonist, Crown Prince Adrian.
Of course, there is a big flaw in that his personality is so bad.
'He's not a very familiar person because he doesn't have much of a role in this novel.'
I was upset because he cursed at me from the first time we met, but I couldn't help it because Yvonne caused a big accident.
Because I've decided to live quietly and well from now on.
So I decided to treat the guy like a shooter who was taking out his anger on me when he came back from vacation and didn't want to go to work.
“Your Excellency, I have no plans.”
Speak as calmly as possible.
I answered, pretending to be a steel mental successor who wouldn't be hit no matter how much the shooter hit me.
"What?"
I smiled as Varden opened his eyes wide in surprise.
“Your Excellency, you are so beautiful, so bright, and so capable today. I see you are very tired. At times like this, something sweet is best. The mansion chef is very good at making chocolate mousse. I will have it brought to your room.”
In the past, I've found that forcing a sweet snack on a gunner who was irritating me made him feel a little better.
Varden's expression changed as he looked at me, who had been speaking quietly.
“Hey, why are you talking like that? It’s creepy.”
“My speech?”
As I spoke politely as I had to the company president, I came to my senses at Varden's words.
After lounging around in my room for a week, I figured out a rough idea of how Yvonne had been living.
Even though I can't remember every single detail of the incident, I've absorbed Yvonne's thick memories.
The youngest daughter of the Duke of Argenthoz of the Bervent Empire, she is twenty years old this year.
A truly outstanding wizard.
But strangely enough, the part that was most important to Yvonne, 'magic', was completely unremembered, as if someone had deliberately poured white paint on it.
I don't know why this is.
I concluded that it would take me some time to understand it, since I originally came from a world where I could not use magic at all.
'Well. Well, I don't really need to use magic anyway. Rather, magic is poison to me right now.'
I clicked my tongue as I recalled the last major accident Yvonne had committed.
So, the Nasiel district that the Duke was talking about.
It is a bustling area with many shops, including clothing stores frequented by the upper class.
Yvonne threw a small magical artifact she had created into one of the shops, destroying five commercial buildings in the Nasiel District.
The reason for the bombing attack was this.
'It's because the male protagonist, Crown Prince Adrian, deliberately took the female protagonist, Cordelia, to a famous costume shop and bought her a bunch of dresses.'
I put my hand on my forehead because my neck hurt.
Yvonne said she had been in love with the male protagonist, Adrian, the Crown Prince, for quite some time.
She might get angry because he doesn't accept her heart and shows off his pretty lover to people.
'What if you throw a bomb at me, you violent older sister!'
If you think about it objectively, it was understandable that the Duke, his father, would be so angry.
Rather, I should be thankful that he didn't let me get arrested.
I thought he was a scary father, but seeing this makes me think he might not be such a scary person after all.
After walking for a while with the maid, a large door that appears to be the Duke's office comes into view.
As I recalled the feeling of my ears freezing from his chilling shout, I became extremely nervous again and clenched my fists.
“Hey, crazy dog. What are you up to today? Why don’t you come to my office quietly?”
A man's sarcastic voice was heard near the office door.
“?”
I stopped walking in disbelief.
'Are you calling me a mad dog just now?'
I could guess who it was when I saw the employees bending down without any resistance.
The man standing arrogantly with his arms crossed was a handsome young man with silver hair and purple eyes, just like me.
He is similar to Yvonne, with a sharp jawline and cool eyes.
He is handsome, but he has no luck.
He looked at me coldly, as if I were some kind of hopeless piece of trash.
Familiar eyes.
When I didn't answer and just stared at him, he narrowed his eyes, uncrossed his arms, and strode closer.
“If you’re going to keep acting like a mad dog, just get out. You’re a disgrace to the family. How long do I have to put up with this?”
“...”
The man continued to speak, his mouth twisted into a crooked smile.
“What are you planning? You’ve been cooped up in your room for a week like a crazy dog. I’m afraid of what kind of trouble you’ll cause. I’m sick of it.”
'Ha.'
I'll even take back the comment that he's handsome.
What good is a healthy face when your mouth is so dirty?
Appearance is important, but personality is just as important!
'It's annoying.'
That guy, who makes me feel uncomfortable because his image is very similar to that of the archer who tormented me in my past life, is Yvonne's older brother.
Her older brother, little Duke Varden Argenthoz, is three years older than Yvonne.
He is the successor to the successful Duke of Argenthoz, who returned with distinction after being deployed on a monster extermination operation with the male protagonist, Crown Prince Adrian.
Of course, there is a big flaw in that his personality is so bad.
'He's not a very familiar person because he doesn't have much of a role in this novel.'
I was upset because he cursed at me from the first time we met, but I couldn't help it because Yvonne caused a big accident.
Because I've decided to live quietly and well from now on.
So I decided to treat the guy like a shooter who was taking out his anger on me when he came back from vacation and didn't want to go to work.
“Your Excellency, I have no plans.”
Speak as calmly as possible.
I answered, pretending to be a steel mental successor who wouldn't be hit no matter how much the shooter hit me.
"What?"
I smiled as Varden opened his eyes wide in surprise.
“Your Excellency, you are so beautiful, so bright, and so capable today. I see you are very tired. At times like this, something sweet is best. The mansion chef is very good at making chocolate mousse. I will have it brought to your room.”
In the past, I've found that forcing a sweet snack on a gunner who was irritating me made him feel a little better.
Varden's expression changed as he looked at me, who had been speaking quietly.
“Hey, why are you talking like that? It’s creepy.”
“My speech?”
As I spoke politely as I had to the company president, I came to my senses at Varden's words.
Varden was originally Yvonne's older brother and the Duke, but she spoke to him informally and rudely.
I bit my lip as memories came flooding back.
“Where does it hurt?”
My heart sank as Varden looked at me suspiciously and bent down.
Shit.
Still, I tried to live a quiet and ordinary life while maintaining the consistency of this villainess's original character.
This crazy survival instinct came back to me, and I panicked and quickly racked my brain to find a way out of this situation.
'Ah!'
My eyes sparkled as I discovered a way out of this situation, not far away.
“Father!!! You called me?!”
To escape Varden's suspicion, I decided to jump at the Duke.
I ran, holding onto the hem of my long dress, and boldly opened the door to the Duke's office.
"...What?"
And then, as if I were being so absurd, the Duke, who was sitting at his desk working, looked at me blankly.
Embarrassed, I quickly spoke again loudly.
“Father, you called me?”
“Well, I did call you.”
As the embarrassed Duke stood up from his seat, he glanced outside and saw Varden laughing as if he were amazed.
Then he raised his hand towards my temple, opened his mouth, and twirled his fingers.
Are you back?
That bad guy! He's openly treating me like a traitor.
No matter how much his younger sister Yvonne was a wicked woman with zero morals who only caused trouble, my older brother was my blood relative.
Isn't this right? This is too much.
‘Because I don’t have a family... Do I have vague fantasies about family?’
It was expected that family members would trust and support each other unconditionally.
They say there is no such thing as a one-sided trust relationship, but I thought family would be different.
Feeling somewhat sad and empty, I powerlessly closed the office door and went inside.
“Ahem.”
The Duke got up from his seat and came over to me, then coughed in vain.
I looked up at him and thought he looked less scary than the last time.
“Yvonne. What brought you here in such a hurry, opening the door wide?”
The man who had been shouting like lightning had disappeared, and the Duke even stuttered a little while speaking.
I answered blandly, trying to tell who had arranged this meeting.
“...I came because the Duke called me.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
A look of slight disappointment crossed the Duke's face, and I became troubled.
Did I just act a little too uncouth for a nobleman?
I bowed deeply and apologized, feeling that I had offended the Duke.
“I will never open a door like that again.”
"...I get it."
“And I will never again call you Duke so rudely and loudly.”
“Ahem. It’s okay. Lift your waist.”
Hmm? Isn't this it?
The Duke looked even more annoyed when he saw me again, his nose wrinkled.
What didn't you like?
As I tilted my head to try to analyze the cause, the Duke invited me to sit on the sofa in his office.
As we sat down, silence fell.
It's awkward.
The Duke paused for a long time and then opened his mouth.
“You’ve been doing a good job. You’re not planning anything strange, are you?”
'Ha.'
I sighed inwardly.
Varden asked about the plan, and the Duke asked the same question.
My plan. I told you I have no plan.
I decided that my future dream would be to be a sloth who just, really, happily enjoys all of this.
'But.'
I glanced at the Duke.
Looking at the Duke's face, which was a mixture of worry and doubt, I could understand his feelings a little.
Because Yvonne was a bundle of troublemakers.
She was a wicked woman who, with her steely physique, would run around without a care in the world, and had to do whatever she wanted with her wealth, power, and abilities.
I answered as calmly as possible.
“I was quiet.”
“Hmm. How could that be? It’s hard to believe.”
“It’s true.”
“I’ll give you an additional punishment. Or I can say that it’s proof of your reflection.”
The Duke clicked his tongue and suddenly called his aide.
'What a bee.'
I was suddenly frightened by how terrible the punishment would be, and stared at the aide who had come running when the Duke called him.
'Is it like a medium? Or starving?'
The Duke opened his mouth with a very determined expression to me, who was trembling.
“Give Yvonne some paperwork. I’m going to give her a lot of it as a sign of reflection.”
"Yes?!"
The aide jumped up in surprise, and I asked him in a different tone.
“Huh? That...”
“Do you hate it that much? But I can’t help it.”
The Duke sighed and cut me off firmly.
'Haha. I see.'
At first, it was hard to understand, but when I thought about Yvonne's true personality, I was able to understand it.
For Yvonne, paperwork is rat poison.
Because Yvonne hated sitting at her desk and writing something seriously more than anything else in the world, the Duke punished her severely.
'No, why are you so suspicious, really? I'm reflecting on it well.'
A hollow laugh escaped.
Yes. If it were the original Yvonne, she would have used fire magic right away and burned all the documents the Duke had given her.
I am different.
Who am I? I was a South Korean office worker who did nothing but paperwork every day.
I bit my lip as memories came flooding back.
“Where does it hurt?”
My heart sank as Varden looked at me suspiciously and bent down.
Shit.
Still, I tried to live a quiet and ordinary life while maintaining the consistency of this villainess's original character.
This crazy survival instinct came back to me, and I panicked and quickly racked my brain to find a way out of this situation.
'Ah!'
My eyes sparkled as I discovered a way out of this situation, not far away.
“Father!!! You called me?!”
To escape Varden's suspicion, I decided to jump at the Duke.
I ran, holding onto the hem of my long dress, and boldly opened the door to the Duke's office.
"...What?"
And then, as if I were being so absurd, the Duke, who was sitting at his desk working, looked at me blankly.
Embarrassed, I quickly spoke again loudly.
“Father, you called me?”
“Well, I did call you.”
As the embarrassed Duke stood up from his seat, he glanced outside and saw Varden laughing as if he were amazed.
Then he raised his hand towards my temple, opened his mouth, and twirled his fingers.
Are you back?
That bad guy! He's openly treating me like a traitor.
No matter how much his younger sister Yvonne was a wicked woman with zero morals who only caused trouble, my older brother was my blood relative.
Isn't this right? This is too much.
‘Because I don’t have a family... Do I have vague fantasies about family?’
It was expected that family members would trust and support each other unconditionally.
They say there is no such thing as a one-sided trust relationship, but I thought family would be different.
Feeling somewhat sad and empty, I powerlessly closed the office door and went inside.
“Ahem.”
The Duke got up from his seat and came over to me, then coughed in vain.
I looked up at him and thought he looked less scary than the last time.
“Yvonne. What brought you here in such a hurry, opening the door wide?”
The man who had been shouting like lightning had disappeared, and the Duke even stuttered a little while speaking.
I answered blandly, trying to tell who had arranged this meeting.
“...I came because the Duke called me.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
A look of slight disappointment crossed the Duke's face, and I became troubled.
Did I just act a little too uncouth for a nobleman?
I bowed deeply and apologized, feeling that I had offended the Duke.
“I will never open a door like that again.”
"...I get it."
“And I will never again call you Duke so rudely and loudly.”
“Ahem. It’s okay. Lift your waist.”
Hmm? Isn't this it?
The Duke looked even more annoyed when he saw me again, his nose wrinkled.
What didn't you like?
As I tilted my head to try to analyze the cause, the Duke invited me to sit on the sofa in his office.
As we sat down, silence fell.
It's awkward.
The Duke paused for a long time and then opened his mouth.
“You’ve been doing a good job. You’re not planning anything strange, are you?”
'Ha.'
I sighed inwardly.
Varden asked about the plan, and the Duke asked the same question.
My plan. I told you I have no plan.
I decided that my future dream would be to be a sloth who just, really, happily enjoys all of this.
'But.'
I glanced at the Duke.
Looking at the Duke's face, which was a mixture of worry and doubt, I could understand his feelings a little.
Because Yvonne was a bundle of troublemakers.
She was a wicked woman who, with her steely physique, would run around without a care in the world, and had to do whatever she wanted with her wealth, power, and abilities.
I answered as calmly as possible.
“I was quiet.”
“Hmm. How could that be? It’s hard to believe.”
“It’s true.”
“I’ll give you an additional punishment. Or I can say that it’s proof of your reflection.”
The Duke clicked his tongue and suddenly called his aide.
'What a bee.'
I was suddenly frightened by how terrible the punishment would be, and stared at the aide who had come running when the Duke called him.
'Is it like a medium? Or starving?'
The Duke opened his mouth with a very determined expression to me, who was trembling.
“Give Yvonne some paperwork. I’m going to give her a lot of it as a sign of reflection.”
"Yes?!"
The aide jumped up in surprise, and I asked him in a different tone.
“Huh? That...”
“Do you hate it that much? But I can’t help it.”
The Duke sighed and cut me off firmly.
'Haha. I see.'
At first, it was hard to understand, but when I thought about Yvonne's true personality, I was able to understand it.
For Yvonne, paperwork is rat poison.
Because Yvonne hated sitting at her desk and writing something seriously more than anything else in the world, the Duke punished her severely.
'No, why are you so suspicious, really? I'm reflecting on it well.'
A hollow laugh escaped.
Yes. If it were the original Yvonne, she would have used fire magic right away and burned all the documents the Duke had given her.
I am different.
Who am I? I was a South Korean office worker who did nothing but paperwork every day.
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