RMHM Ch 2 — The Suspicious Countess

I had a terrible nightmare.

One where I struggled to get out of the water, deeper than my feet could reach, but couldn’t, and eventually drowned to death.

“Have you woken up now?”

“Mmhm, mmhm.”

I stretched my tense neck. My back was still slick with sweat, as if I had just had a nightmare.

I twitched my fingers.

After having a body like porcelain, I started to twitch my fingers when I woke up in the morning. My whole body would start to hurt like it was about to break if I made any sudden movements.

“Anyways…No matter what you say, you should get up now—”

Other than Annie’s voice interrupting my thoughts from time to time, my mind was clear.

Has it ever been this good in these last few years? My head was as clear as I had always wanted it to be.

Other than a bit of cold sweat, my chest which normally seemed as if it was on fire just by breathing, seemed fine.

“Are you even listening to me?”

But was Annie’s voice always so old-fashioned?

As if my whole body was submerged in water, I shut my heavy eyelids that I had just opened a while ago.

Contrary to my clear mind, my whole body ached as if it had just been beaten.

“Lady Blair!”

“…”

All of a sudden.

“Ah!”

As I was about to fall asleep again, a tremendous force lifted my body up from the bed in an instant.

There was no smell of bitter herbs that greeted my nose every morning. Instead, all I could smell was the scent of red roses, wafting through the room.

“Annie, just why did you…”

“The Grand Duchess is dead.”


I had a terrible nightmare.

One where I struggled to get out of the water, deeper than my feet could reach, but couldn’t, and eventually drowned to death.

“Have you woken up now?”

“Mmhm, mmhm.”

I stretched my tense neck. My back was still slick with sweat, as if I had just had a nightmare.

I twitched my fingers.

After having a body like porcelain, I started to twitch my fingers when I woke up in the morning. My whole body would start to hurt like it was about to break if I made any sudden movements.

“Anyways…No matter what you say, you should get up now—”

Other than Annie’s voice interrupting my thoughts from time to time, my mind was clear.

Has it ever been this good in these last few years? My head was as clear as I had always wanted it to be.

Other than a bit of cold sweat, my chest which normally seemed as if it was on fire just by breathing, seemed fine.

“Are you even listening to me?”

But was Annie’s voice always so old-fashioned?

As if my whole body was submerged in water, I shut my heavy eyelids that I had just opened a while ago.

Contrary to my clear mind, my whole body ached as if it had just been beaten.

“Lady Blair!”

“…”

All of a sudden.

“Ah!”

As I was about to fall asleep again, a tremendous force lifted my body up from the bed in an instant.

There was no smell of bitter herbs that greeted my nose every morning. Instead, all I could smell was the scent of red roses, wafting through the room.

“Annie, just why did you…”

“The Grand Duchess is dead.”

“…Annie.”

And now, I hear the voice of Annie talking to me about my death…No, wait a minute.

“Annie?”

“Just who is this Annie that you are looking for?”

The middle-aged woman’s grumbling voice was unfamiliar to me since it was a really strange voice.

Furthermore my voice, which was always stuffy due to frequent coughing, was normal.

“W-What were you saying earlier?”

“What?”

“The Grand Duchess…The Grand Duchess is dead? What grand duchess?”

Were there any other grand duchesses in this empire besides me?

It was then that I noticed the decorations in the room which I had never seen before.

Unlike my room which was all green, this room was filled with the white and pink that made me feel exhausted.

I felt the goosebumps rise all over my body in an instant.

Ignoring the bewildered woman reaching out to me, I rushed hurriedly to the mirror.

Haaa.”

A sigh of relief.

Light green eyes and golden eyelashes glistened in the sunlight.

The person in the mirror was one that I had seen enough of.

It was a little unfamiliar to me as the rosy cheeks and healthy complexion were different from my normally pale and gaunt face due to the morning fevers that I usually got.

“D-Did I collapse again yesterday?”

Normally, I couldn’t make any loud noises due to my sore throat, but somehow I felt as if I could sing today.

Hang on. Did I just get out of bed and run to the mirror by myself?

My stiff legs suddenly trembled for no reason.

“What are you talking about? You were idle all day yesterday as well, and only once the sun has well and truly risen at noon, only then do you wake up…”

“I did…?”

I was a bit dazed because of my strangely healthy and firm body, but the woman made a strange noise.

Although I was sick all day yesterday and my body was weak, did people describe it as ‘lounging’?

The middle-aged woman whom I had never seen before in my life shot me a condescending look and cleaned the bed I had just woken up in.

There was a sense of absurdity as I noticed discrepancies in everything that I saw and heard, the biggest difference being my body which remained standing without the need of anything in my hands.

“Madam.”

“…”

A servant, who should’ve respectfully called me ‘Grand Duchess’, casually entered my bedroom.

And the middle aged woman, without doing anything, just watched as he did so.

Was this not the Grand Duke’s residence, but a large hospital somewhere in the capital?

Unfortunately, these impolite actions were also the only parts that coincided with her normal situation, which she felt no sense of dissonance from.

“His Highness the Grand Duke Trovica, has asked if you would like to attend his wife’s funeral ceremony.”

“…My husband?”

Pfft.

At that moment, a burst of laughter erupted from the woman’s mouth after she had cleaned the futon.

I immediately escaped the clutches of drowsiness and completely woke up, as everything in this room approached me with a sense of absurdity, the sound of her laughter making my body stiffen as if it had been splashed by cold water.

“Well, he could be your husband now, my lady. Since Grand Duchess Trovica has now dead, wouldn’t it make some very interesting gossip if the person who took that spot next was Blair, who was her husband’s mistress?”

“G-Grand Duchess Trovica is dead?”

Only then did I flounder in the memories that rushed in like a flooding tide.

It wasn’t a nightmare.

The doors on both sides of the bedroom which had always been firmly closed were opened wide. The faces of the normally sarcastic maids turning deathly pale with fright.

The seizures that were so severe they had even Annie, who had always harassed me, run away.

Her body which was shaking so much that she hadn’t even cared about the herbal scent that was strong enough to make her nose sting.

On a snowy night, the nightmare that had come the moment I had smiled while thinking about a hot kiss with Novian.

No, rather it was reality.

The rough hands that tried to make me swallow the terrible tasting medicine that was given every time I had a seizure.

I had struggled because I couldn’t handle the water that was poured into my mouth, then not being able to breathe and my vision gradually turning white…

“Ack!”

“Ms Blair!”

“My lady!”

Mindlessly pushing aside the two pairs of hands that reached out to me, I rushed to the mirror that I was looking into earlier.

My light green eyes, glittering gold eyelashes, nose and mouth that people had praised for being beautiful.

Although everything was the same, both my name and identity were different. Just why…wait a minute.

Like a person possessed, I untied the ponytail that was tied loosely behind.

At the same time, I took off the bonnet that was on my head.

The hair that poured down my back was black like my husband’s, not my usual shiny blonde. The naturally wavy hair was thick and exuded a sensual vibe.

It was definitely my face, but it wasn’t me.

“What, What in the world…!”

Bewildered, I staggered back, leaning onto a vanity filled with cosmetics.

I reached out to a bunch of papers that caught my eye.

Rather than the ‘Empire Daily‘ which I usually read, there was ‘The Back Alley‘, a gossip magazine full of all kinds of scandals.

“Grand Duchess Trovica, why was the body found cold at dawn? The short life and scandals of the young Grand Duchess.”

“Ahh…”

I shook my head and stumbled. The strong middle aged woman clicked her tongue and held onto me firmly.

“Do you think passing out is that great?”

Adrienne Trovica. The very name of me, who died last night.

That painful and strange sensation was not a dream, but a reality.

“If you wanted to attend the funeral ceremony of the Grand Duchess, it’s only possible for you to attend in the afternoon.”

And according to the maid’s words, I was reincarnated into the body of the mistress my husband had met.

[ / / / ]

The table was set with an exorbitant amount of food.

I stared at it blankly.

None of it seemed real.

In the luxurious dining room, which must have been decorated according to the tastes of the mansion’s hostess, various types of artwork were hung all around as if they were rags.

As if she had liked things to be filled, the gaps between the frames were crammed with vases with artificial flowers the size of a human being.

It was as if I was sitting and eating in the studio of a mad artist.

Right, as long as one was sane, they’d immediately get that feeling.

The breakfast course, which started with a salad with brie cheese, only ended after a piping hot lamb stew was served in front of me.

“Is it not to your taste?”

The middle aged woman who used a huge fork to shred the lamb from the bone into the stew spoke up.

“Y-You, what’s your name?”

“…Just what kind of game are you playing at again?”

“I asked what your name was.”

The woman put down the fork she was holding and examined my face with a serious expression.

It was as if she was examining a lunatic.

“…I’m offended.”

“Have you really gone crazy?”

Oh my god.

No matter how hated I was as the hostess, to be insulting me to my face like this was crossing the line.

This ‘Blair’, who was for some reason called my husband’s mistress, was the owner of the body I had entered.

A blunt, but adequate treatment.

But this woman, who looked like a maid, wouldn’t be in a position to treat her like this.

As I was speechless at her rude treatment, she merely looked at me and clicked her tongue, calling herself ‘Marge’.

“I was locked up in my room for a few days, laughing and crying and then went into a really bad rage, then suddenly got up when you heard the news that the Grand Duchess had died, then suddenly, even your name…”

And then straight out of Marge’s mouth, “If you want to go crazy, at least go crazy gracefully.”

As soon as I heard those words come out, I lost my appetite.

If that’s the reaction I’d get just from asking one name, if I say that I’m actually the Grand Duchess Adrienne, I’ll definitely be treated like a crazy person.

I only drank a cup of cold water.

“Countess Blair Acacia.”

The servant who had entered my bedroom had called me that name, all the way until I had reached the dining room.

I had never heard of the name ‘Blair’, but I was familiar with title of Count Acacia, a name I often heard.

Count Acacia was a vassal of our Grand Duchy, but did not hold an important position in the center.

He was old enough to have grey hair, so even if he died right now, it wouldn’t be regarded as a suspicious death.

She seemed pitiful as she was part of a lowly household, stuck running errands for her husband’s estate.

I was told he had a young and beautiful wife, but since I was ill at the time, I couldn’t attend their wedding.

Of course, there was no way a person who had the standing of a grand duchess could attend the wedding ceremony of a humble vassal household, even if they were vassals.

There is no way I would have dared to covet the wife of the master I serve, and live in search of a woman who looked like this.

I had seen his face many times, but he was the one who did not look up at me, the Grand Duchess, but instead kept his eyes lowered.

After all, after my marriage, I was only able to attend one of two parties due to my weakened body, so it was difficult for me to recognise the face of not only the Count but also any other nobleman.

‘Although it’s a coincidence, I feel very uncomfortable.’

Other than the colour of her hair and her temperament, this woman was a complete carbon copy of me.

Although the appearance of a woman can be changed by a feather hat over her head or the colour of her lips…How is it possible for me not know of a woman who resembles me this much, and who has a face I so often see in the mirror?

“You’re eating well.”

As I continuously put food into my mouth while thinking, Marge smiled and continued to hold out the plate of food.

Despite her blunt words, she didn’t seem like a bad person.

Was she someone like a nanny from Blair’s family? Ah, that seemed to be the case…

‘I wonder how much it costs to eat with my own hands…?’

Blair’s body seemed very hungry so there also never seemed to be a sense of fullness.

I had been shovelling food into my mouth as if I was a starving person who hadn’t eaten for several days.

It wasn’t wrong though.

Due to the childish bullying I had experienced in the Grand Duke’s residence, it had been a long time since I had eaten proper food.

Munch, munch.

At first, I had been distracted by the different surroundings and strange place around me and had eaten the food robotically, but at some point in time, eating with my own hands had become so intriguing that I had no choice but to keep eating.

Although Blair’s hands were just as pale and slender as mine, they possessed a completely different amount of strength.

Even though my body still ached, compared to my previous body, this was a ‘healthiness that I would never see again’.

“Excuse me, madam. What should I tell His Grace…?”

The servant who was sent from the Grand Duke’s residence stood by the dining table restlessly.

Waiting for my answer.

Waiting for my answer to ‘whether I was going to attend the funeral ceremony of Grand Duchess Adrienne’.

Is this ‘Blair’, really my husband’s secret mistress?


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TSRBRBP Ch 1

When I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness. The soft sound of shoes trudging through the soil greeted me when I raised my ears.

I stretched out my foot and tapped the wall in front of me. The rough feeling of woven straw greeted the soles of my feet.

“No way, am I in a basket right now?’

Seeing as my body would shake even whilst staying still, it seemed as if I was in the basket that I used to when I occasionally went out.

I wonder where they’re taking me. As if to answer my question, a voice that I had never heard before suddenly spoke.

“If we walk a little further, we’ll be in the black panther’s territory.”

“Let’s deal with it quickly. By the way, how come she hasn’t even turned into a human after she had her coming of age ceremony? Is that even possible?”

I, who had keen hearing, quickly found out that I was the subject of their conversation.

Right, it’s truly mysterious. I’m definitely a legitimate shapeshifter, but why haven’t I changed my appearance, which was that of a baby rabbit yet?


When I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness. The soft sound of shoes trudging through the soil greeted me when I raised my ears.

I stretched out my foot and tapped the wall in front of me. The rough feeling of woven straw greeted the soles of my feet.

“No way, am I in a basket right now?’

Seeing as my body would shake even whilst staying still, it seemed as if I was in the basket that I used to when I occasionally went out.

I wonder where they’re taking me. As if to answer my question, a voice that I had never heard before suddenly spoke.

“If we walk a little further, we’ll be in the black panther’s territory.”

“Let’s deal with it quickly. By the way, how come she hasn’t even turned into a human after she had her coming of age ceremony? Is that even possible?”

I, who had keen hearing, quickly found out that I was the subject of their conversation.

Right, it’s truly mysterious. I’m definitely a legitimate shapeshifter, but why haven’t I changed my appearance, which was that of a baby rabbit yet?

Every time my mother saw me, she was always irritated and angry. With her fine brows knitted tightly together, ‘Just why have you not turned into a human being yet? Your sibling, Kylie, has already become a full-fledged shapeshifter. Everyone else turns into a human within three years from birth, why are you…!’

She screamed loudly enough for my ears to ring. Sometimes, if she was outraged, she would punish me by not allowing me to step out of my room.

It was a struggle to even open the door on my own without a maid in the first place.

I couldn’t go out without being punished. My mother and father were ashamed of me.

The Levian Household.

My family, the Levian household, was a distinguished noble family in the rabbit territory.

My mother is Eivan Levian, my father’s third wife, and the eldest was me, who was frustrated at how I couldn’t turn into a human being.

Thankfully, my younger brother, Kylie, had already succeeded in turning into a human in less than three years after he was born. At that time, although I was already five, I still remained in the form of a baby rabbit.

Shapeshifters, on average, achieves their human form before their third birthdays, why was I still…?

Although everyone wondered, frustratingly, no one knew the reason.

I’ll be able to shift tomorrow, I’ll be able to shift the next day, I’ll be able to shift after a week. Time flew by in the face of my empty expectations.

Eventually, last month, despite the passing of my coming of age ceremony, I still did not succeed in shifting.

When I went to the temple reluctantly with my mother, the priest shouted that this was a curse from the Animal God. His voice was so loud that my heart had started pounding.

“Hey, isn’t this a bit too far from the territory’s border?”

“There’s no choice but to go this deep into the forest. …After all, the order was for her to die at the hands of the black panthers.”

“Take the grass over there and take it back for proof. It’s a poisonous weed that’s only grown on the black panther’s territory.”

Whilst listening to the conversation, I immediately realised that I had been abandoned. I had a feeling that I would be.

After coming back from the temple, the way my parents looked at me had changed from irritation to contempt. I also heard them murmuring about how it was embarrassing for them to kill me.

“Hey look, I’m pretty sure we’ve gone too deep. If we cross the border, we’ll no longer receive the protection of the territory.”

I could feel the basket touch the floor with the man’s anxious urging.

“Calm down, I was thinking of leaving it somewhere around here, anyways.”

Since this was the black panther’s territory, it was clear that this was a forest that was bordering the rabbit’s territory. A place which was most likely crawling with black panthers.

No, please don’t leave me in a place like this. I’ll try my best to become a good shapeshifter, so don’t leave me here!

I clawed at the straw desperately to no end, but I couldn’t even reach the lid. My vision was blurred due to my tears and my eyes became swollen.

“Aaargh!”

“Urk!”

Suddenly, at that moment, I heard a loud scream that nearly made me faint. I stopped scratching the basket and instinctively held my breath.

My whole body was on edge. If this was really the territory of the Black Panthers, then the shapeshifters who moved me might have already been hunted by the Black Panthers. Should I pretend to be dead?

Soon after, the basket began to shake and the lid opened. A bright light suddenly spilled in as I closed my eyes.

Before I knew anything, I was caught by the nape of my neck and lifted into the air.

“A baby rabbit?”

Somewhere, a slow voice rang. It was a clear yet nice-sounding, low-pitched voice.

When I opened my eyes, there was a surprisingly pretty man in front of me.

He had silver hair that looked like silver thread pouring in front of his face. After adjusting to the brightness for a moment, I began to struggle desperately in order to survive.

‘B-Black panther!’

The black panther clan. I’ve only imagined it, but the tooth in front of me must have been a puk leopard.

Didn’t their red eyes make you feel uneasy?’

‘They did. I saw a family of black panthers in the city last time, and their eyes were just creepy.’

When the servants had kicked up a fuss, they had said that most of the Black Panther clan had red eyes.

The man had distinct red eyes as well as shining fangs that peaked out from between his lips.

Since this was the Black Panther’s territory, there was a higher possibility that the men belonged to the Black Panther clan.

‘Let me go, I said let me go!’

As I shook my front foot desperately, I suddenly stopped moving when I felt the chilly mood. The expression of the uninterested man gave off a cold feeling.

“He might capture me and eat me.’

Looking at me as I was frozen still, he smiled, his eyes folding into a half moon shape. Somehow, it looked like a smile of satisfaction.

“Are you crying?”

Is this your first time seeing someone cry? I probably started when I first came to my senses in the basket.

I wanted to pretend like nothing happened, but I felt stuffy, as if something was stuck in my throat.

But at the man’s next words, I couldn’t help but stop crying.

“Cry more.”

Oh my god, this guy must be crazy!

[ / / / ]

Afterwards, the man stuffed me in his pocket like a thug and moved somewhere else.

While he was moving, I was stunned by his rough handling.

When I came to my senses, I saw a dazzling bedroom which I had never seen before in the Levian mansion.

‘…Where am I?’

Running around on the fluffy bedding, I felt despair and hopelessness.

I didn’t have enough courage to jump off the bed. But I had to escape from here.

Before I came to my senses, just before I was stuffed into the man’s pocket, I saw something I shouldn’t have seen.

A scene where my head would roll onto the floor.

And on the other hand, the state of the man with a sword covered in red blood.

It was obvious that he was the culprit who had killed the two men moving me.

The maids of the Levian family had said that the Black Panthers of the territory next to us were all impatient and vicious.

Why did that man bring me here when I should have died on the spot?

Wracking my small brain, I could only reach one terrible conclusion. My appearance of a baby rabbit was not even emergency food, but an emergency snack.

“No way!”

I screamed and struck the bed with my front foot.

No, no way. I refuse to think about ending up on a plate in a strange place like this.

“Now’s the only time I can escape.’

With my eyes glistening, I began to bounce back on my hind legs. I had to jump off, even if I had to suffer a broken bone.

‘…Here I go!’

I’m jumping! I’m really going to jump!

I, who had leaped off the bed with a determined expression, was momentarily caught in someone’s hand.

Please don’t tell me you’re the black panther from the woods. As I shifted my gaze stiffly, a man with dark black hair looked at me anxiously.

“That could have been a disaster. I can’t believe you’re being so reckless.”

Fortunately or unfortunately, the owner of the snatching hand was not the rude black panther from before.

The strange thing was that, contrary to his neat impression and speech, his facial expression and voice were both rather monotonous.

As soon as I was relaxed by that odd irony, I swallowed a wary sigh again.

Don’t let your guard down. Every time this man talks, his fangs are so distinct that my whole body starts to tremble again.

Moreover, it was true that the most black panthers had red eyes, and this guy’s pupils were also tinged with red.

“Master Ahin too, really. Throwing this little rabbit onto the bed. Anyways, this is the first time I’ve seen you before. Where did you come from?”

There was no way I could have answered, even if you asked. I’m from the rabbit territory! I said rabbit territory! Unfortunately, my inner cry did not reach the man.

“I see, you can’t speak…”

That’s not something you should say with such surprise. You’re a bit slow, aren’t you? Let go! I swore acrimoniously inside, but the man didn’t seem to have any intention of letting me down.

“The floor would be safer than the bed.”

After walking to the sofa in the room, he picked up a fluffy cushion and put it on the floor.

“Ms Rabbit, whilst you’re here, you shouldn’t hurt yourself carelessly. After all, you’re Master Ahin’s possession now.”

The man who laid me down carefully onto the cushion explained seriously with a flick of his finger.

‘Please explain in detail.’

What’s with the weird title of ‘Ms Rabbit’? And what do you mean by his ‘possession’? I patted the cushion with my front foot.

He managed to understand me, but just stroked my head gently with his index finger.

“Also, you must maintain a clean body at all times.”

Cleanliness? I gazed up at him, puzzled.

Still, I had obtained some information from the man’s actions and words.

The man in front of me was a servant of the black panther who had carried me in his pocket, and the repeated title of Ahin seemed to be his name.

‘Tell me more.’

The more information, the better.

In my eyes, the lips of the man who had patted my head with a friendly touch opened.

“Since Master Ahin brought Ms Rabbit into the bedroom himself, I think you’re special!”

“Special?”

“As an emergency food supply, perhaps.”

…Indeed, it’s just as you’ve said. A gurgle left my mouth again as I fell into a dead faint.


[1] Sooshin: the Animal God

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n e who,,, i sort of wish the author had made the ml with black hair bc i feel like it would have suited him more than silver? they made the manhwa rlly well tho sdlfkjdfj

TVPWTLGH Ch 3

In the original novel, the Imperial Grandchild, Anastasia made a contract with the Bird Spirit. The reason she was able to remain in the imperial palace despite only possessing a Bird Spirit was because that Bird Spirit had a breathtakingly beautiful solid body.

‘I… am Anastasia, but I’m not that Anastasia, right? So won’t my spirit also be a different spirit…? The one that will appear to me will make sense, right? Right?’

Although her collar was drenched, her teeth involuntarily started chattering, and she was freezing to the bone, Asha still patiently clasped her hands together.

She was told that if you continued to patiently do this, a spirit would appear…

“Mom, Dad, I miss you… Even if it’s the palace, it’s cold here… I want to go home… I want to eat cake…”

But now that I’m in the palace, I want to have a cup of hot cocoa. With grilled marshmallows. A fondant au chocolat would be nice too, with a sprinkle of white sugar, like snow on top.

Anything is fine, I just want this to end quickly so I can go back home. I’m going go to back home with sugar, butter, and a bag of flour to celebrate!

It happened when Asha had closed her eyes and her internal prayers were approaching their peak.

“Huh…?”

At the sound of something that seemed to be flying, Asha opened her eyes without realising it. There was a white powder fluttering around her. She tasted the white powder with an outstretched tongue.

“Sugar…”

As soon as Asha recognised the sweetness of sugar, the white powder in front of her started to spiral, and a bright light started to gather together in it.


In the original novel, the Imperial Grandchild, Anastasia made a contract with the Bird Spirit. The reason she was able to remain in the imperial palace despite only possessing a Bird Spirit was because that Bird Spirit had a breathtakingly beautiful solid body.

‘I… am Anastasia, but I’m not that Anastasia, right? So won’t my spirit also be a different spirit…? The one that will appear to me will make sense, right? Right?’

Although her collar was drenched, her teeth involuntarily started chattering, and she was freezing to the bone, Asha still patiently clasped her hands together.

She was told that if you continued to patiently do this, a spirit would appear…

“Mom, Dad, I miss you… Even if it’s the palace, it’s cold here… I want to go home… I want to eat cake…”

But now that I’m in the palace, I want to have a cup of hot cocoa. With grilled marshmallows. A fondant au chocolat would be nice too, with a sprinkle of white sugar, like snow on top.

Anything is fine, I just want this to end quickly so I can go back home. I’m going go to back home with sugar, butter, and a bag of flour to celebrate!

It happened when Asha had closed her eyes and her internal prayers were approaching their peak.

“Huh…?”

At the sound of something that seemed to be flying, Asha opened her eyes without realising it. There was a white powder fluttering around her. She tasted the white powder with an outstretched tongue.

“Sugar…”

As soon as Asha recognised the sweetness of sugar, the white powder in front of her started to spiral, and a bright light started to gather together in it.

At that moment, she heard something like the flapping of wings from the bundle of light, and contrary to the sugar which was pure white, a large winged bird with all kinds of beautiful colours suddenly appeared..

The bird circled around her once, and sat in front of her.

It was such a big bird that she still had to look up while she was on her knees.

Even though it had folded its wings, it still seemed to fill the entire room.

“Uh…”

The colourful bird tilted its head and looked down at her.

This was the main culprit behind that ‘Imperial Grandchild, Anastasia’s’ wild and ambitious dream.

At the same time, she came to her senses.

A spirit with a physical body was usually so small it could be held in a hand. And yet, here was a bird, big enough to fill the room.

I can’t believe this is happening.

I can’t believe this is also happening to me!

“N-No!”

Asha raced to the floor, standing up and splashing in the pool in order to run to the bird.

None of her cousins earlier had signed with a spirit who had a physical body.

If she went out with the bird looking like this, no matter how much she insisted, she would definitely be forced to stay in the palace.

Then, it was clear that she would be on the receiving end of Alexei’s checks, which would ultimately lead to her downfall.

But before Asha could say anything, there was a popping sound, which then quickly transformed into a yellow feathered bird, only around the size of a palm.

Peep!”

“W-What?”

Asha, who had been running, stopped and just blinked. The bird looked around in embarrassment at its own appearance and tried to straighten itself when it made eye contact with Asha.

Although it was still the size of a kid’s fist.

However, Asha urgently shook her head when she saw its appearance.

“Y-You’re really cute already, but can you turn into something even smaller? Uh… Oh…! Okay, how about this! Turn into a brooch or something like that!”

Asha grabbed the cameo on a ribbon from her chest and shook it with both hands.

The chick tilted its head once, then disappeared from in front of her eyes.

“…!”

It was not long before the engraving of the person on the cameo changed into a very small but sophisticated and beautiful silhouette of a bird.

Asha just blinked in surprise, but soon decided to accept the transformation of the spirit.

First off, she had to go out now.

When Asha left the room shivering from the cold that had belatedly hit her, seeing that there wasn’t even a shadow of a spirit, everyone laughed at her, saying, “Of course it’s like that.”

“…Your Highness Anastasia, do you happen to know what kind of spirit you signed a contract with?”

Asha shook her head when she was asked by an approaching elder. She intended to pretend as if she didn’t know anything.

“Then, are you able to use your power?”

Asha shook her head at the question, too.

Baking snacks? Of course it’s good, but not in the palace, a place where you don’t know what will happen if you take a wrong step.

However…

“Then let me ask the Marquis of Serenetev for advice.”

“What?”

Asha opened her eyes wide.

Before she could grasp the situation, the words were already delivered quickly, and before long, someone swinging their arms had already come.

She heard people whispering names such as “His Highness Prince Maxim” and “His Highness Maxim”.

The territory and title received by Prince Maxim appeared to be Marquis Serenetev.

“Oh, the person who dad called Brother Maxim…”

Come to think of it, that was the case.

Her father, Yuriel, was a prince, so Maxim, whom he called a brother, was naturally also a prince.

“Oh, Father…”

Arriving in the middle of the Statten Palace, Maxim looked down at his frozen son and laughed at him.

“Dimitri, you signed a contract with the Rainwater Spirit? Does this mean our Empire won’t need to worry about droughts from now on?”

The man said so, laughed to himself, and then coughed when he noticed the servants and elders around him.

“So what, you want me to identify my little niece’s spirit?”

“…Yes, Sir Serenetev.”

Maxim, who is Yuriel’s brother, and her uncle, was the only member of the royal family who was not subject to the spirit ceremony thanks to the “Spirit of Discretion” he had signed on as a child.

It was for the moments like this, when the elders of the Imperial Palace could not identify what kind of spirit one had.

‘What… What should I do?’

I should’ve just said I had a little bird from the start!

Whilst Asha was flustered, Maxim stopped laughing and put his hand gently on the top of her head, closing his eyes.

As soon as the surrounding people started buzzing noisily and Asha’s face turned pale, Maxim put his hand down and laughed mischievously at her, as if he was looking at something cute.

“You have a cute bird spirit that goes quite well with our little princess.”

‘Huh?’

“P-Pardon?”

Maxim frowned when the attendant standing next to him spoke in a puzzled voice, behaving as if he had mocked Asha.

“Didn’t I say our Imperial Grandchild, Her Highness Asha has signed a contract with the Small Bird Spirit?!”

“Oh, yes, yes. Her Highness Anastasia has been blessed by a bird spirit!”

The final round of applause to celebrate her spirit was the smallest one so far.

Asha looked up at Maxim, trying to calm her heart that felt like it was going to collapse and her legs which had suddenly lost their strength.

“What’s going on here?’

A little bird spirit? Was it even impossible for Maxim, who possessed the Spirit of Discretion, to find out the spirit’s extent of power?

“If that’s not the case…’

However, she had successfully avoided the eyes of others.

Asha quietly breathed out a sigh of relief inside.

Suddenly, the Emperor, who was looking down from up above, strode down and began to talk to each child face-to-face.

‘What the hell is going on here again?’

The conversation with the Emperor was simple. What did your father and mother say, what are you going to do in the future? At first glance, these were private conversations.

Asha swallowed nervously with her dry throat. Although she knew there was such a scene, she didn’t know how to handle it at all.

The details of the villain’s backstory were very elaborate, and although she believed that she had read it accurately, even if she did, she still could not remember a damn thing from before.

‘If it was all written down, it wouldn’t be a novel, but a history book instead!’

Whilst the children were stuttering in order to answer the emperor’s questions, the Emperor finally stood next to Asha.

Asha clenched her collar tightly. After taking a long look at her without speaking, the Emperor frowned at her.

“Well, how old did you say you were again?”

“She’s ten years old.”

Before Asha could open her mouth, the old servant next to the Emperor replied for her.

“Ten? Then how is she this small and skinny? I would believe you even if you said you were six. Does Yuriel not care about his daughter? That’s probably the case, taking into account that bastard’s personality, .”

“Your Majesty, it’s not that…”

The old servant insisted, whispering to the Emperor with his back bent.

Asha could guess what he was saying.

It would have been about how a penniless runaway from home would start a family.

The Emperor listened to his whispering servant and tilted his head. There was no expression on his face at seeing his granddaughter for the first time.

“Hmm, alright. What did your father say to you when he sent you off?”

“…To not get sick, stay healthy, and to come back soon.”

“Go back? Hmm…”

I could feel the gazes of my cousins who were standing next to me. Asha wiped her sweaty palms on her lapels nervously. The Emperor looked interested.

“Then, do you also want to go back?”

“Yes!”

Asha answered the question without hesitation.

I don’t have any interest in things like the throne! However, I’d actually like a little flour, sugar and butter, thanks!

The word ‘yes’ was about to spill out of Asha’s mouth.

The Emperor smiled as he crinkled the fine lines around his eyes.

“That’s right, that’s what I’m saying.”

Then the Emperor turned away without any additional words.

Asha thought that his attitude of leaving only after saying what he had to say was definitely one of the reasons why her dad would always swear at him.

That’s how the spirit ceremony ended. The children began to leave the palace, with no one pleased.

[ / / / ]

However, despite the end of the spirit ceremony, no one in the palace told them about what would happen to Asha in the future.

Asha was drenched in anxiety. She made it clear that she wanted to go back, and that even the spirit she had signed with was insignificant, so why…

“Lise, I’ve even finished the spirit ceremony now. When can I go home?”

At Asha’s question, her maid, Lise, looked at the bed with a puzzled look.

Lise was the one who had cared for her since she was first kidnapped to the palace.

At first, Asha was ignorant and tried to treat all the adults around her with respect and spoke formally, but it was closer to harassment than respect so she spoke comfortably in private with them.

“But Your Highness, if you stay here, you can eat as much delicious snacks as you want and wear a lot of pretty clothes.”


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RMHM Ch 1 — I Died

Grand Duchess Trovica is weak.

If you were a resident of Ronta, chances were that you’ve probably heard of it at least once.

The only grand duchess of the empire is weak, while the duke’s worries were skyrocketing.

“Cough, cough!”

“Oh goodness, Grand Duchess! I’ve told you that you have to drink the water slowly!”

My body is so weak that I can’t even say anything to the maid who dares to cause a ruckus.

After my marriage with the Grand Duke, my body, which was still weak, was always causing problems, and the only people I could rely on in this spacious mansion were the maids.

“Ugh, this heat is seriously too much. Your Highness, you can’t just have a glass of water for the whole day. What would you like to eat?”

“I can, I can eat…”

“Sure.”

Annie, her personal maid, whispered something to the other maid and giggled.

Soon after that, I heard the sound of another maid carrying a tray she had brought in from outside into the bedroom.

No, no way!

Adrienne cried out desperately in her heart, but she couldn’t make a sound.

The reason being the fact that she was a noble among nobles who was not in any position to lose her face over food.

Annie, who knew this, comforted her while giving her a sweet smile.

“I worked really hard to make it, but Your Highness doesn’t even have the strength to lift her spoon, what are we going to do?”


Grand Duchess Trovica is weak.

If you were a resident of Ronta, chances were that you’ve probably heard of it at least once.

The only grand duchess of the empire is weak, while the duke’s worries were skyrocketing.

“Cough, cough!”

“Oh goodness, Grand Duchess! I’ve told you that you have to drink the water slowly!”

Her body was so weak that she couldn’t even say anything to the maid who dared to cause a ruckus.

After her marriage with the Grand Duke, her body, which was still weak, was always causing problems, and the only people she could rely on in this spacious mansion were the maids.

“Ugh, this heat is seriously too much. Your Highness, you can’t just have a glass of water for the whole day. What would you like to eat?”

“I can, I can eat…”

“Sure.”

Annie, her personal maid, whispered something to the other maid and giggled.

Soon after that, she heard the sound of another maid carrying a tray she had brought in from outside into the bedroom.

No, no way!

Adrienne cried out desperately in her heart, but she couldn’t make a sound.

The reason being the fact that she was a noble among nobles who was not in any position to lose her face over food.

Annie, who knew this, comforted her while giving her a sweet smile.

“I worked really hard to make it, but Your Highness doesn’t even have the strength to lift her spoon, what are we going to do?”

“Even if it’s just plain soup, as long as you bring it…”

“That’s not possible, Grand Duchess. You threw up all over the clothes and blankets that you were wearing last time. Do you know how hard it was for the people in the laundry room?”

But, that’s your job.

Adrienne didn’t even change her clothes, which were meant to be changed twice a day, for over a week.

Furthermore, the only reason she couldn’t keep the soup down in the first place was because it was ridiculously salty and mixed in with something grainy, like sand that made her tongue tingle.

Besides, as Annie said, Adrienne was now in a state of overexertion just by holding the spoon for such a long time.

The maid who was supposed to feed her and wipe her mouth merely stood with her arms crossed and looked at her with an expression that told her to hurry up and eat quicker, but she was so nervous that she couldn’t chew the food properly.

“Grand Duchess—”

Less than a minute after the maid took the tray away, the Duke’s aide, Jimsker, came in after a knock.

Adrienne’s face lit up immediately.

“Your Highness, this is a gift from the Grand Duke.”

“Th-This is?”

The servants who followed him then brought in several gift boxes to the bedroom

But compared to gifts, Adrienne wanted to see her husband’s face even more.

They had already been married for two years.

Her husband who had taken the title of the Emperor’s secretary, was called up to take care of the east, west, north and south borders, taking care of both small and large affairs on behalf of the Emperor, so they were not able to enjoy their time as newlyweds.

Adrienne was proud of him, but at the same time, she was also lonely.

“He has returned to the capital, but had to enter the palace immediately at the Emperor’s command…”

Jimsker, who was familiar with the couple’s situation, said with an awkward expression.

“The house…cough. Can he not even stop by for a minute?”

“But there is also a meeting right after his audience with the Emperor is over…”

Jimsker took a slow look at Adrienne who was young and beautiful, but was extremely ill.

The Grand Duchess sat, leaning against the head of the bed in pajamas, which by aristocratic standards, was ‘akin to wearing nothing at all’.

The mistress of this mansion, who should be dressed elegantly and greet him in the parlour of the Grand Duke, which was as luxurious as the Imperial Palace.

The illness was so severe that it was impossible for her to carry out such etiquette.

“I will try to persuade him to stay in the capital for a day or so before we leave again.”

Jimsker had a sad expression on his face as he told her.

Cough. I beg of you, Sir Jimsker.”

Adrienne quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

As the cold air entered the room, she suddenly started coughing.

Shortly after that, Jimsker left the bedroom, as if he was driven out by the butlers and maids.

Fearing that Adrienne would say something nonsensical, the servants hastily showed him out.

The Grand Duke’s residence suddenly became busy.

The reason being that the Grand Duke, Novian Trovica, who had gone to inspect the northern estates, was about to come back.

[ / / / ]

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“When did you arrive? I asked you to wake me up if you ever came back…”

“I haven’t been here for a while.”

Novian returned to the mansion at dawn.

Adrienne, who did not fall asleep until midnight, could not overcome her drowsiness and after a long time, finally fell into a deep sleep.

Novian’s friendly blue eyes stared at her.

As soon as Adrienne got up, he scooped her into his arms.

It was a nostalgic smell. The cigar he smokes. The scent of something that was freshly washed with rosemary soap.

“I missed you, Noah.”

“So did I.”

He hugged Adrienne as she embraced him, and whispered.

“I missed you too.”

“Thank you for the gift as well. So often, cough. You don’t have to.”

“I would pick the stars from the sky just to see you. If I don’t even give you presents, you might forget about me.”

Novian smiles sweetly.

“Ah…”

He had a rather sensitive and cold appearance, but when he smiled, he was so beautiful that the area around him started sparkling.

Adrienne looked at his face while she was in his spacious and firm arms.

They haven’t even finished the first night of their wedding yet two years had already passed.

However, she still had that affectionate feeling from when she was still young.

“The servants are all very worried about you. Are you taking all the medicine that Piretta sends you, and the ones that I send you?”

“O-Of course.”

It was very hard for her to swallow the drug every time.

She couldn’t even do a single thing on her own, so she had turned to the maids for help. In the end, she, the mistress of this huge mansion, looked at him and…

“Even though I always tell you, you don’t need to worry about anything.”

“…But I can’t just lie here like this forever.”

The position of the Grand Duchess was a position comparable to that of the Imperial Princess. As the wife of someone like Novian, it was he duty to participate in social gatherings, big or small, and socialise with the empress and princess.

“Well anyways, everyone in the Empire knows that you have a weak body.”

“People are more forgiving than you think, Adrienne.” Novian whispered, stroking her face with his long, delicate hands.

“Are they really?”

Even the maids, who are supposed to serve me as their master right now, treat me like a useless person.

If you were to leave tomorrow, they would raise their lowered heads and spout all sorts of sarcastic remarks about me, the Grand Duchess.

I have no choice but to rely on them, who were all sent by the Emperor himself, so I can’t even say anything…

‘The people outside the mansion couldn’t possibly be so kind and forgiving of me.’

Over the past two years in which her health was deteriorating, she had become endlessly pessimistic and lethargic.

Although she was weak in the past, there was still no problem with her walking or writing.

Although she got tired easily, she often danced at the ball.

Seeing her depressed expression, Novian was silent for a moment before opening his mouth.

“If anyone bothers you, no matter who they are, I’ll decapitate them.” He whispered lowly.

Adrienne’s body stiffened at his cold voice.

After releasing the cold tension in the air, she nestled herself back into her husband’s arms and closed her eyes quietly.

‘I wish I could somehow do something to help you.’

I can’t do my part because of my weak body, I can’t even win the hearts of the people here in the mansion…

Her status as the Grand Duchess was grand, but in reality, her weak mentality was worsened with her weak body.

Compared to the love he gave her, he received too little from her.

Other couples would make love passionately after they had been separated for a long time, but they couldn’t do anything without the help of others since she couldn’t even get up or sit down by herself.

Anyhow, it was very miserable.

Novian would give her a warm hug, give her anything that he thought would suit her, even if he was called to various places to act on behalf of the emperor, if he found a good medication, he would send it to her at any cost.

The perfect husband.

Novian Trovica was that sort of man.

So she couldn’t say anything.

How could she say that she was being bullied by the maids, who were far below in status to her, whose only job to do at home is to lie down, eat, and sleep?

It is a disgrace, for the aristocracy that looks down on people, especially the commoners.

What would happen if Novian knew she was such an insignificant person?

What if he witnessed it with his own eyes?

As he had told her, the heads of the maids and butlers would be cut off, and at the same time, Adrienne’s last strand of pride which she had so carefully hidden, would also be cut off.

‘Let’s start with the body.’

Her weakened mentality was the result of her emaciated body.

Once she regains her health, takes care of the household chores he entrusts her with, and gets her assigned tasks from Novian, who had taken over her share of the work…

Just thinking about it made Adrienne feel a little better.

The pleasant voice of Novian filled her ears up until she closed her eyes to sleep.

He was singing a familiar lullaby.

Three baby ducklings. The lullaby that the children of her hometown, East Piretta, grew up listening to.

“I don’t want to sleep…”

He would no longer be there when morning came.

Several months could pass by before they met again.

Without him, no one would be her companion.

[ / / / ]

The servants of the Grand Duke Trovica’s residence trembled as they ran through the vast mansion.

“Hurry! Find the doctor!”

“Heavens!”

“Contact the Piretta Duchy!”

Grand Duchess Adrienne, who had been living like a ghost in her bedroom on the second floor, was in critical condition.

Unlike before, the severe seizures showed no signs of stopping. Even the faces of the maids who had been neglecting her the whole time turned deathly pale with fright, almost confining the doctor who was sleeping into her bedroom.

“Your Highness…!”

It had been two months since the Grand Duke had left the mansion.

On a night when the early winter was fast approaching and the first snow had already piled up to their knees.

“No…vian…”

“Quickly, check her pulse!”

The Grand Duchess’ maid, Annie, began to push the doctor into the room.

The Grand Duchess was already half way out of bed.

Cough!”

Large droplets of blood spilled onto the carpet.

The servants who had gathered together, screamed.

The trembling doctor quickly took the medicine from his pocket and handed it to Annie.

“Quickly, make sure she swallows it!”

Annie and the other maids grabbed Adrienne’s blood-stained body and gave her a huge pill.

The maid almost spilled the water out of her mouth whilst holding on to Adrienne, who couldn’t swallow it properly because the medicine was too big.

Cough, cough. Cough!

Adrienne, who was struggling with the pain as if she was drowning, inhaled air desperately with her whole body, as if surfacing for air.

Those who thought that her seizures had started again held onto her tightly, as if they were pulling Adrienne deeper into the sea to drown.

‘This is so frustrating…!’

She wanted to get rid of all these people’s hands!

‘Just let me go! I want to stop drowning in all this water!’

Adrienne struggled for a while, but like a lie, she finally broke free.

‘Ah, finally…!’

But Adrienne could no longer move anymore.

She opened her eyes and couldn’t see anything, she listened carefully but could not hear any noises.

I didn’t have anything in my head, like an empty white box.

“Save me…!”

Save me, save me. Save me!

When she opened her mouth, no sound came out of it. Then, when she thought about the white box which was not in her head, but her, Adrienne vaguely realised it.

‘I’ died.


AHHHHH i’m so excited for this novel !! we get cheating trash and bad bitch, giving me very much remarried empress vibes!

n e ways,,,when i was tling this, i was rlly curious abt how they would make the husband out for having an affair since he seems like a rlly loving husband in the first chapter. someone said he’d probably be like that uncle from i’ll be the matriarch in this life and i agree,,,probably some two faced bastard who’s literally the scum of the earth smh,,,

but DAMN IF HE DIDN’T HAVE AN AFFAIR I’D GIVE HIM BEST HUSBAND LIKE girl,,HE SANG HER A WHOLEASS LULLABY AND EVERYTHING but he still a cheating mf smh this rlly furthering the all men are trash stereotype PLSSSS

oh yeah btw SDLKFJD,,,i was reading that part when they couldn’t have seggs and ngl i giggled a bit LSDKFJFD like sis is SO weak she can’t even pick up a spoon like,,,i find it a bit ridiculous but SDLKFJFD

ne ways, as always, drop novels you’d like me to pick up!

also for illustrations, would you rather me add them in the scene or at the end ??? lmk in the comments hehehe THEY’RE LITERALLY INSANE ??? YAWL HAVEN’T SEEN THE ML YET BUT MMMM HE LOOKS DELICIOUS HASLDFKDSFLKJ HE FOINE AS FOCK SO MISS GIRL AINT MISSING OUT ON ANYTHING THE NOVEL ART RLLY DID HIM JUSTICE MMHM

if you’re waiting for updates, i also have another project, the villainous princess wants to live in a gingerbread house that you can also read! i’ll be updating this sporadically depending on my schedule but expect updates at least once a week! after i catch up to the raws (they’re on chapter 12 rn) it’ll be consistent weekly updates!

TVPWTLGH Ch 2

Six days ago, Asha found out that she had relatives other than her parents. She was told when she got into the carriage to go to the palace.

She knew four days ago that one of her relatives was the Emperor, the one who her father was constantly swearing at, “He’s a crazy man, I wouldn’t even spit in his direction.

She knew three days ago that the Emperor had expelled almost all his sons from the palace, and that he had Alexei, the only son of his eldest son, appointed as Crown Prince.

Two days ago, she found out that Alexei had signed a contract ten years ago with the Fire Spirit King, Fafnir, at the age of five years old, thus becoming the Crown Prince.

And it wasn’t until this morning that Asha was told that all of her cousins had already been training relentlessly for a decade or so in order to sign a precious spirit at the spirit ceremony.

The spirit ceremony that was scheduled to happen this morning!

‘This is all a lie, right?!’

Then, at that moment, Asha suddenly recalled a similar piece of work that she had seen in her previous life, well over a decade ago.


Six days ago, Asha found out that she had relatives other than her parents. She was told when she got into the carriage to go to the palace.

She knew four days ago that one of her relatives was the Emperor, the one who her father was constantly swearing at, “He’s a crazy man, I wouldn’t even spit in his direction.

She knew three days ago that the Emperor had expelled almost all his sons from the palace, and that he had Alexei, the only son of his eldest son, appointed as Crown Prince.

Two days ago, she found out that Alexei had signed a contract ten years ago with the Fire Spirit King, Fafnir, at the age of five years old, thus becoming the Crown Prince.

And it wasn’t until this morning that Asha was told that all of her cousins had already been training relentlessly for a decade or so in order to sign a precious spirit at the spirit ceremony.

The spirit ceremony that was scheduled to happen this morning!

‘This is all a lie, right?!’

Then, at that moment, Asha suddenly recalled a similar piece of work that she had seen in her previous life, well over a decade ago.

She couldn’t even remember its name now, whether it was a movie, a novel or a cartoon.

But the only reason that she had remembered her past memories of that piece of work was because she had reincarnated.

Asha also remembered seeing a few stories that were similar to that in such a novel.

But she didn’t think that she would be the main character of that said novel.

“I can’t even remember what the title of the movie or the novel was, but it’d be useful if I remember what will happen in the story!’

Asha held back her tears that were about to burst.

‘You called me Asha. Asha! You called me Asha my whole life, yet you never bothered to tell me that my real name was Anastasia! Mom! Dad!’

You didn’t tell me I was that Anastasia, the Imperial granddaughter who lived like a poor commoner until she was ten years old, then after finally experiencing the first bit of sweetness in her life, immediately took the express route down the highway of despair and ruin!

‘What should I do? What do I do? What should I even do in this situation?’

All she had wanted to do in both her past and present life, was to bake cookies.

She had no time to bake in her last life.

All the money she had earned had been used to pay the living expenses of her younger brother and other family members. Then in the end, the money she had saved up to open a store was used to pay for her younger brother’s games.

Afterwards, she was struggling to save up for the store again, and ended up falling asleep at the end of the night. She had barely opened her eyes before she found herself in an old creaking crib.

Her hands were as immature and weak as a premature cub’s, and there was nothing she could see in sight.

A week passed by in a blur, but she still thought of it all as nothing but a dream. It wasn’t until another week had gone by that she finally accepted the reality of the situation.

‘So it turns out I’ve reincarnated!’

The fact that she had actually died, and after reincarnating, would have to make a fresh start, was slowly accepted as reality during her stay in the crib.

The most important thing was that even after she had died and reincarnated, her dream was not wiped away or erased, and still remained the same. Whilst adjusting to her new life in the crib, Asha reflected on her dream.

Asha didn’t know where she was in this new world, but she was greatly anticipating finally being able to do what she had always wanted to do.

However, even after she had turned ten, her wish still remained unfulfilled. She had never even seen butter or sugar in this life.

And that was because her family was just that poor!

But until then, she had thought that that was all there was to her story.

It wasn’t until she was kidnapped by the Imperial guards and taken to the Imperial spirit ceremony, that she realised which desperately poor family she had reincarnated into!

‘Now, I finally know the reason why we were so poor. If I’m Anastasia, an Imperial Gandchild, then my father must be Prince Yuriel… He had run out of the Imperial palace on his own feet, with nothing but the clothes on his back, so of course he had no money.’

Everyone in the Empire had a contract with a spirit when they were around ten years old.

The variety of abilities numbered as many as the citizens of the empire, however, it was still possible for commoners to gain the rarely obtained great power that would open up the door to success.

Because of that, every child who was in this period would experience some sort of nervousness and anticipation.

However, if someone signed a contract with a useless spirit, even aristocrats found it hard to be successful, let alone the case of the imperial family, where conditions were even stricter.

Depending on the spirit which you signed a contract with, if they signed with one of the superior spirits, they would become the next emperor, and if not, they would be kicked out of the palace.

So the only people left in the palace as of now, were the current emperor, who signed with the Wind Spirit King, and Alexei, the Crown Prince, who signed with the Fire Spirit King.

There is only one way for the expelled imperial families to return to the palace, and that was for their children to catch the eye of the Emperor in today’s spirit ceremony.

Asha glanced at the small boy, who looked exceptionally weak among her cousins. Some of them made extreme choices because they could not withstand the pressure their parents put on their shoulders.

‘No, no. Asha, stay calm. There’s no way that’s gonna happen. It won’t. It won’t. It won’t!’

Asha denied it with all her might.

The following was what she had remembered from her past memories.

An ordinary girl with the power of vitality and stability, meets and falls in love with Alexei, an unstable but powerful Crown Prince of fire.

Naturally, there are a countless number of obstacles standing between the two of them, but they overcome them together, the strongest of which was the Crown Prince’s cousin, Anastasia.

Anastasia, who is allowed to stay in the palace due to a rare spirit she signed with at the spirit ceremony, comes back to bother Alexei and the female lead in every turn.

In addition to the right to succeed the throne, she also had a brilliant spirit in her hands, so there was nothing for her to be afraid of.

But it wasn’t stronger than Alexei, and in the end, Anastasia, the Imperial granddaughter, met a miserable end as a result of her own actions.

‘But I’m not that Anastasia, am I? We’re two different people. So that’s why there’s no way it will end like that. Also, there’s a possibility that it’s not the story I know.’

At that time, the sound of a cane hitting the floor rang out in the hall and broke Asha’s train of thought. At the same time, two people entered the hall.

“His Majesty Mikhail, and the Crown Prince Alexei!”

It was the sound of the attendant’s shout that resonated through the hall.

As soon as she saw them, Asha turned her head away and swallowed her tears.

‘I was right…!’

It was the appearance of the Emperor and the Crown Prince.

Despite his wrinkled face and thick beard, the Emperor was such a large and solid figure, he seemed to shroud the entire hall in his shadow.

Standing by him was a boy who looked around fifteen years old, who was looking down at the children in the middle of the hall, grinning with a mature smile that didn’t seem to match his age at all.

The boy’s blonde hair was as beautiful as the particles of a star and his blue eyes were like the clearest shard of glacial ice.

As soon as Asha saw them, she immediately knew that that was her grandfather, Emperor Mikhail, and her cousin Alexei, the Crown Prince.

Looking at the two of them, Asha thought that the original work she had seen might have been a movie, not a novel. The reason being that the scene before her gave her a sense of deja vu, as if she had seen a video of it before.

“I knew it! I was right, I was right, what I read was right! But wow, why did she even think about fighting Alexei? He gives me the chills just by standing still.’

Are the people who have smiles on their faces, really smiling? Alexei, his eyes don’t soften at all.

‘No, that’s not right. That could happen. Imagine having carrot porridge and potato soup for ten years straight, then hearing that you’re an imperial grandchild for the first time.’

And if you were allowed to stay in the palace, that young kid might suddenly dream ambitiously…

“No, no, no, that isn’t important right now, rather, what should I do from now on…’

At that moment, the emperor shouted.

“Begin the spirit ceremony!”

[ / / / ]

Looking from above, everything adjacent to the south had melted down with the ash and rain and blended into the horizon.

And just above the horizon line, was the fresh snow that had just fallen the day before.

At that line’s boundary, a man sitting astride on a horse, stood on the border between a boy and a young man and looked down.

Black hair fluttered in the north’s cold wind. Just above the pitch black hair, a bluish colour made an appearance. The purple eyes below seemed to reflect the icy light of the snow field.

At this place, the war which had interrupted the eternal winter, and silenced the sound of the wind, was now over.

And the man who was riding a horse, who had just come to this snowfield, was the one who had ended this war with his own two hands.

Karno Neustadter, the one who had gone off to war at the age of fourteen and finished it all at fifteen years old.

“Deputy Commander, we’ve finished preparing everything for our return.”

A knight came up with a horse and said softly. The knight who was ten years older than Karno, was excessively courteous.

Karno glanced beside him and the knight held his breath. His whole body even started trembling when Karno reached his hand out.

Karno laughed and grabbed the reins with that hand.

He had signed a contract with a spirit dressed in pitch black., and ever since then, people had always looked at him with such horror in their eyes, since everything he touched would become ash.

“Let’s go back.”

“Yes!”

The knight who had been frozen stiff, followed Karno from behind. Karno did not look back.

[ / / / ]

“…Dimitri has been blessed by the Spirit of Candles!”

For something that was said to be a blessing, the reaction toward it was too lacklustre. Asha pressed her lips together, feeling sorry for herself.

As she thought, the Emperor’s expression while looking down at the imperial grandchildren has always been as cold as ice.

The Spirit of Candles, the Spirit of Glass, the Spirit of Flowers, and the Spirit of Rain had all made an appearance, but there was never any real happiness on her cousins’ faces.

“The Imperial Grandchild, Her Highness Anastasia.”

It was finally her turn.

Asha opened the door, looking around. The floor was full of streams that all flowed into the hall, and as she stepped in, she felt a chill rise when her feet got wet.

“Ugh.”

The water was so cold that she could almost feel her goosebumps rise. Asha closed the door first, then knelt down slowly in the pool.


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TVPWLGH Ch 1

“I’m done fixing the roof!”

A thin, sleek body jumped down from the roof. It was Irina, Asha’s mother, wearing an old shirt and trousers, wiping her sweat.

Asha handed Irina the linen she was holding. It was the softest piece of cloth in the house. Even if it was still really coarse.

“Oh, Asha, did you come outside to see me?”

Asha was in the middle of contemplating whether she should sit on the steps in front of the door and wait until the roof was fixed to see her, but Irina lifted her up before she finished thinking.

“Irina, you did a great job.”

Irina, who was holding her daughter, went inside, while her father Yuriel, came out of the kitchen holding a ladle.

The one who was in charge of cooking today was Yuriel.

The bottom part of the ladle Yuriel used was almost all worn out and would probably not be able to scoop out anything besides the solids in the soup tomorrow.

The old table was shiny, perhaps because it had been used for more than a decade.

Yuriel put three bowls of stew and a coarse loaf on the table with a proud face.

Asha looked down at the clear stew with potato slices that floated to the top. She could see a few pieces of meat.

It was meat that Arten Juvanne, a harpist invited by my parents the day before yesterday, had brought as a gift to help the needy family.

“Tonight’s dinner is very rich.”

Yuriel sits down and lifts Asha several times, sitting her on his knees.

This is half the reality of the fact that there are only two chairs in the house. The other half was that they cherished the fact that the child was only ten years old.

“Mr Arten gave us such good meat! Does our princess want to have a try?”

The bowl was small, but it contained the most ingredients.


“I’m done fixing the roof!”

A thin, sleek body jumped down from the roof. It was Irina, Asha’s mother, wearing an old shirt and trousers, wiping her sweat.

Asha handed Irina the linen she was holding. It was the softest piece of cloth in the house. Even if it was still really coarse.

“Oh, Asha, did you come outside to see me?”

Asha was in the middle of contemplating whether she should sit on the steps in front of the door and wait until the roof was fixed to see her, but Irina lifted her up before she finished thinking.

“Irina, you did a great job.”

Irina, who was holding her daughter, went inside, while her father Yuriel, came out of the kitchen holding a ladle.

The one who was in charge of cooking today was Yuriel.

The bottom part of the ladle Yuriel used was almost all worn out and would probably not be able to scoop out anything besides the solids in the soup tomorrow.

The old table was shiny, perhaps because it had been used for more than a decade.

Yuriel put three bowls of stew and a coarse loaf on the table with a proud face.

Asha looked down at the clear stew with potato slices that floated to the top. She could see a few pieces of meat.

It was meat that Arten Juvanne, a harpist invited by my parents the day before yesterday, had brought as a gift to help the needy family.

“Tonight’s dinner is very rich.”

Yuriel sits down and lifts Asha several times, sitting her on his knees.

This is half the reality of the fact that there are only two chairs in the house. The other half was that they cherished the fact that the child was only ten years old.

“Mr Arten gave us such good meat! Does our princess want to have a try?”

The bowl was small, but it contained the most ingredients.

“A—hm.”

“Aigoo, you’re eating so well.”

As Asha emptied the whole bowl of stew, the slices of bread also went into her mouth.

Asha tried to give her parents the bread several times, but it didn’t work.

Irina fed a handful of dried fruit from her neighbours to Asha for dessert and looked at Yuriel.

“By the way, Asha will have her spirit ceremony soon. If it’s only the two of us holding it…”

“Since brother Maxim is helping us, he said not to worry too much.”

“Then Asha will have it with Dimitri…”

“N-No, Dimitri is…”

Yuriel’s words drifted off in a pause. Irina seemed to get what he was trying to say.

Asha, who had been listening to her parents’ conversation, tilted her head.

“Dad? What’s a spirit ceremony?”

I’ve heard the name Maxim come out from Yuriel’s mouth several times.

He’s a person who often helps our poor family. Dimitri is probably his son.

‘Thank god he’s not a swindler.’

Until two years ago, there were several occasions where innocent parents were tricked by a merchant speaking some bullshit.

They haven’t been back ever since Asha put laxatives in the new merchant—no, scammer’s stew.

“We were talking about a new friend that is coming to meet our princess.”

“Friends? I don’t need friends.”

Asha tried to stop herself from saying that, but it was too late.

Yuriel and Irina’s eyes started to get moist.

“I, I’m serious, I really don’t need any!”

“Our princess…”

A shabby hut on the outskirts of this rural village. Compared to those living nearby, Yuriel and Irina, who were both undoubtedly poor but still somehow seemed noble, were like foreign beings.

Their reluctance naturally came down to their only daughter, and even up until she was ten years old, Asha still didn’t have a decent friend of her age.

Yuriel and Irina never gave in to poverty or hardship.

However, occasionally, on days when they thought that they were the reason their daughter felt lonely, they would start to tear up like this.

“Dad, I’m really alright! I really don’t need friends. Spirit ceremony? I don’t need one either!”

I don’t know what it is, but when I see my parents worry, it seems as if they were about to spend a lot of money. Asha shook her head hastily.

Yuriel lifted Asha up quickly and rubbed their cheeks together.

“Don’t worry. We absolutely have to hold the prettiest spirit ceremony for our princess!”

“Then I prefer white dandelions!”

“Then should I make a wreath out of a hundred white dandelions for our princess? And a ring to match it.”

At Asha’s words, Yuriel kissed her on the cheek, saying he would make her a flower crown and a ring.

And then in the next moment, Asha didn’t realise what had happened until the only door in the house had been broken and suddenly fell down.

There was not a single lie told when Yuriel called her ‘princess’.

At the sound of the door opening, Irina grabbed her sword.

However, the people who had broken the door, dressed in uniforms littered with gold and silver thread, did not act harshly, even when they saw Irina’s sword.

“Please forgive our intrusion. We have something to say. We…”

However, while they were looking at the tip of her sword, the moment they tried to say something softly, Yuriel moved first.

“Ah!”

Yuriel began to run straight for the back door while holding Asha.

“D-Dad?”

For the first time in 10 years, Asha learned that her father was not just talented in drawing, writing, playing the flute and cooking, but also at running strenuously.

The back door which Yuriel pushed at heavily with his shoulders fell to the floor at once, the flustered people pausing and missing Yuriel and Asha who he had in his arms.

But it didn’t take long for the two of them to get caught again.

People in luxurious uniforms had already surrounded the nearby houses.

Asha held her breath and clung to Yuriel’s collar tightly.

‘W-What in the world? Military? Police? Knights?’

“Dad, what…what’s going on? Huh?”

Hic. Asha, our princess…”

“D-Dad.”

Yuriel hugged her and said in a bitter voice, as if bleeding, breathing heavily because of the sudden run.

‘Are we being taken away? Has the country finally decided to wipe out the revolutionaries?’

Asha swallowed, despite her dry throat.

Yuriel never made a scene, even in his own house. He was a meek person who was so sensitive that he could bear to part with his precious metals and hired musicians to listen to music.

However, there was only one instance when Yuriel was full of anger and raised his voice, and that was when he was talking about the country.

“That insane emperor! I refuse to breathe the same air he was in!”

A sip of wine for my father, who was horrible at drinking, surprisingly kicked up a storm.

There were a series of words that were harsh and not noble at all.

Taking into account the normally elegant lifestyle of both parents despite the circumstances of the poor family which obviously would not have been able to support it.

Ever since she was reincarnated, she had thoughts like, “Although my dad has a lot of self restraint, he must have run away doing something like joining a rebel army.”

‘What do we do? What should I do? No matter how much I reincarnate, what do I even do in this situation…’

I couldn’t see any way out at all.

Asha listened while trembling and held her breath while Yuriel hugged her even harder.

At that moment, the man who broke through the sea of men surrounding them and had been the first to come into the cabin appeared. Next to him stood Irina with a resigned look on her face.

At the moment Asha tried to call out to Irina urgently, he interrupted her first.

“I’m here to escort the Imperial grandchild, Her Highness Anastasia!”

Tears welled up in Asha’s eyes.

[ / / / ]

“We will now begin the entrance of the Imperial family’s direct successors of the spirit ceremony. Imperial grandchild, His Highness Illiya, His Highness Dimitri, His Highness Vladimir, His Highness Lucian…”

In the deepest part of the Imperial Palace is a small, isolated palace.

This palace, named Statten Palace, is only used for the ‘spirit ceremony’ of the imperial children.

A straight waterway through the entire stream was laid on the floor, and cold water flowed in from outside like an ice field, causing a cold chill to rise. In the middle is a small room that looks like an interrogation room.

In front of the room, her and other children around the age of ten had gathered together.

All of them were Asha’s cousins, this was the first time she had seen them.

“C-Cold…”

“Are you really His Majesty’s grandchild if you can’t even stand this sort of cold, Illiya?”

The short boy named Illiya who had said it was cold, shivered. In the meantime, the other boys chatted.

“Which spirit are you going to sign a contract with?”

“There’s still the Earth Spirit King and the Water Spirit King, so if we do well…”

“If I don’t do well for this, my mum won’t let me back into the house.”

“But who’s that?”

“Seeing that she’s here, she must be our cousin.”

“I’ve never seen her before.”

“How skinny. She’s thinner than a twig. Isn’t she smaller than Illiya? Then won’t she break as soon as I touch her?”

“Then she’ll make a contract with the spirit of a tree branch. Kekeke.”

But the noise made from the boys of her age did not even reach Asha’s ears.

This is a lie, right? A lie? A lie?’

Because Asha was busy swallowing her scream in her heart and gripping nervously at her collar.


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IWBMITL Ch 203

“Your Majesty, the First Prince is now…”

“Let it go.”

Yovanes said, glaring disapprovingly at Astanas’ back.

“I doubt he’ll go much further from the entrance. He’s lacking.”

He didn’t like it

He had so many shortcomings, so many flaws.

Then, Perez came into the view of Emperor Yovanes.

Another son, who silently nodded to him who was sitting on the podium, then returned to his villa.

“You can’t be thinking of making the Second Prince the Crown Prince, right?”

He suddenly remembered the words of the Empress that was said on the carriage on their way here.

“His mother’s lowly blood that runs through his veins couldn’t possibly be the blood of the Emperor of Lambrew.”

He agreed with her.

However, the Second Prince seemed to resemble the Emperor Durelli more than the First Prince.

Isn’t that enough?


“Your Majesty, the First Prince is now…”

“Let it go.”

Yovanes said, glaring disapprovingly at Astanas’ back.

“I doubt he’ll go much further from the entrance. He’s lacking.”

He didn’t like it

He had so many shortcomings, so many flaws.

Then, Perez came into the view of Emperor Yovanes.

Another son, who silently nodded to him who was sitting on the podium, then returned to his villa.

“You can’t be thinking of making the Second Prince the Crown Prince, right?”

He suddenly remembered the words of the Empress that was said on the carriage on their way here.

“His mother’s lowly blood that runs through his veins couldn’t possibly be the blood of the Emperor of Lambrew.”

He agreed with her.

However, the Second Prince seemed to resemble the Emperor Durelli more than the First Prince.

Isn’t that enough?

It was better than the First Prince, who kept showing the shortcomings of the Angenas.

Emperor Yovanes’ eyes lingered on the back of Perez for a long time.

But there was one thing he failed to notice.

It was the three people who followed Perez and always stayed together.

Stilly and Tedro, who had followed Perez, grumbled before going back into the forest.

[ / / / ]

It was the second day of the hunting competition.

Astana laughed while taking a swig of the unknown drug in the canteen.

“Good, very good.”

The hunt was going very smoothly.

No, it was going even better than that.

“You’ve already got eighteen, Your Highness!”

Bellesac shouted while cutting off a monster’s right arm.

“Let’s go! We’ll have to catch a larger one next time!”

Astana said, a bit short of breath.

“Why don’t we take a break before going again, Your Highness?”

“That’s right, I can’t walk any further…”

His whole entourage responded, echoing their fatigue.

The party, which had started with around ten people, had already dwindled down to just six.

Everyone had given up due to Astana’s unreasonable behaviour and ended up either injured or worn out.

“Shut up!”

Astana yelled out fiercely.

“Y-Your Highness…”

His followers flinched in unison.

It was because Astana, who was covered in green blood, with a sword in hand, was terrifying.

It was like they were watching the Second Prince from yesterday.

The state of being out of one’s mind, as if possessed by the magic.

“Five before sunset, yesterday, and thirteen since we started hunting today! The hunt is going well today, so if you can’t keep up with it, then get out!”

Now he even swung his sword with one hand at his aides as a threat.

Astana was always rude, but not like this.

He never forgot that the crowd following him was made up of nobles who all had a strong sense of pride.

But now, Astana treated them as if they were flies that were bothering him.

Annoyingly buzzing around his ears.

“Only the ones who can handle the difficult hunt should come. If you’re going to fall back, then leave quietly. Your clumsy attacks won’t be of much help anyways, so don’t bother me.”

Astana huffed again, habitually inhaling the medicated drink for a headache.

“I must have broken through some sort of limit, otherwise how else would I be this full of energy?”

Astana couldn’t hide his excitement.

Bellesac said that the drug he stole would prevent him from experiencing the effects of the magic and in the end, it ended up working so well.

Yesterday, he was drained by the magic of the forest, and he was tired and out of breath, even if he had only walked a bit. However, there was no such thing today.

His footsteps were light and his sword was outstretched.

He wasn’t even afraid, even if the monsters he encountered in the forest started appearing more frequently.

Rather, he thought it was quite nice.

He even thought it would be nice if the next monster would appear immediately after killing one.

“Bellesac, you, follow me.”

Astana turned to Bellesac and said.

Since stealing the canteen yesterday, Bellesac has been acting as Astana’s right-hand man again, just like before.

“Yes, Your Highness!”

It was natural that Bellesac was excited.

“Make sure you keep an eye out for red armour, and make sure he doesn’t come after us, alright?”

Red armour.

It meant Perez’s red armour.

“He’s the only one who I need to be careful of, he’s the only one…”

Astana muttered as he took another step forward.

What he had to watch out for now in this forest was Perez who was in red armour.

That was all.

[ / / / ]

The third and last day of the hunting competition.

“Die! Die!”

Astana was on top of a monster and stabbing it with his knife.

Whenever Astana’s body moved, a chilling sound rang out.

“Your Highness…”

Bellesac called to Astana.

But Astana, bent on killing the monsters, couldn’t hear a sound.

In the last three days, Astana has caught a total of over forty monsters.

It was the result of hunting and continuing to wander from sunrise to evening, like a person who was possessed by something.

“Look, shouldn’t we stop His Highness now?”

Bellesac cautiously asked his companion.

“…?”

But there was no reply.

When he turned around, the place where the firstborn of the Brexen household, the last person to remain other than him, stood, was empty.

While Astana was obsessed with the hunt, he had slipped away without warning to give up on the competition.

Gulp.

Bellesac’s throat was dry.

The only people left were Astana and Bellesac.

‘Yeah, maybe this is a good thing.’

Bellesac thought so.

Before he came to the hunting competition, his mother Serral had said so.

“As dangerous as it may be, there should still be opportunities waiting for you. Do you understand what I’m saying, Bellesac?”

In this situation, where everyone has already fled, he was the the only one who stood by His Highness to the end.

If this isn’t true loyalty, then what is?

“This is your last chance to regain his confidence!”

Bellesac nodded, recalling what Serral had told him.

Astana seemed a little different from usual, but he was just enjoying the hunt.

Besides, he was almost certain that it wouldn’t go well if he tried to stop him in the current situation.

Bellesac decided to stay put without saying anything else.

It was then.

“Bellesac, get me the canteen.”

Astana ordered.

“Yes, here it is.”

Bellesac moved his body quickly and handed him the canteen.

The water bottle was light and almost completely empty.

“Your Highness will definitely win.”

Bellesac said with a smile.

He said it, thinking that Astana would be happy.

Bellesac’s prediction was correct.

Astana smirked while looking at the monster’s head.

The blood of the monster that had already been soaked into Astana, tainted Astana’s smile.

“Right. Perez, even that lowly thing couldn’t have caught so many monsters. The monsters around here must have all fled.”

Astana snickered dangerously.

“Yeah, I must be stronger than him.”

“What?”

Bellesac tilted his head.

Stronger than the Sword Master, the Second Prince?

“Look at today, the day we slaughtered so many monsters. That kid could never do this.”

“But…”

“Shut up! I’m stronger! If we run into him now, I’ll kill him in one go!”

Astana cried out as if he was a bloodhound.

Gasp.

Bellesac shut his mouth.

It was because Astana’s sword, which was smeared with green blood that had already hardened, was approaching his throat.

“Th-That’s right, Your Highness is stronger.”

“Right? You think so too, don’t you?”

Astana said with a blank look in his eyes.

“Okay. Then I have a good idea.”

“A good…idea?”

At that moment, a bad feeling gripped Bellesac.

“I’m going to kill that dirty half-blood. Let’s go.”

Astana started to go forward in big strides.

He didn’t even intend to take care of the body of the last monster he had killed.

“I can kill him now, no one will know because we’re in the forest.”

Astana continued to talk to himself, giggling.

“If I kill that lowly thing, everything will be over. It’ll all be over.”

His Majesty will no longer ignore me.

My mother would be proud of me for doing so well.

“Where are you? Red armour. Red armour.

Astana chanted it like a spell.

In the dark forest, Astana’s eyes only found red.

“That’s all.”

Astana laughed.

As he walked through the forest confidently, he suddenly came across a small meadow.

And on the other side, like magic, Perez appeared.

“Red armour.”

It must have been Perez, seeing as the Lombardy girl was next to him.

Astana gripped his sword.

Then, started running blindly towards Perez.

“Your Highness!”

Bellesac who had followed behind him was startled and called out to him.

But Astana did not stop.

There was no better chance than now to kill Perez.

Astana kept running, staring only at Perez’s unlucky face.

“Stop him!”

At that time. people who he had not noticed until now, came into Astana’s line of vision.

Imperial knights were guarding Perez’s surroundings.

Astana was taken aback for a moment.

Why would the Imperial Knights want that brat?

And then in the next moment, there was anger.

Oho, so you guys were all lining up behind that lowly thing.

“I’ll kill you!”

Astana cried out loudly.

Amazingly, Perez’s face appeared right in front of him.

Clang!

However, Astana’s sword flew farther, into the hands of the Imperial Knights.

Heok, heok!

Astana gasped for breath.

He was right in front of him.

He was within reach, just a hand stretched out would be enough to touch him.

He couldn’t give up here.

Then Bellesac came into Astana’s vision.

To be exact, it was the dagger that was tied to his waist.

“Die!”

Astana yelled at him and pulled out Bellesac’s dagger.

And took a big heavy swing at Perez.


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IWBMITL Ch 202

He got goosebumps all over his body.

Astana hesitantly took a step back.

Although he was wandering through the forest, scared of monsters, the monster he feared the most was Perez, not a monster he had never seen before.

The red armor dyed green by the monster’s blood shone eerily.

Schwing!

The sword that Perez swung lightly at Astana made a scary sound.

The blue fluid that was on the blade fell onto the ground like rain.

“I’ve already warned you.”

Perez said in a low voice.

“Keep out of my sight.”

“W-Wait a second!”

Astana cried out, but it was too late.

Perez was already striding toward Astana with his sword.

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in conclusion, fuck kakaopage for being so stingy /hj


He got goosebumps all over his body.

Astana hesitantly took a step back.

Although he was wandering through the forest, scared of monsters, the monster he feared the most was Perez, not a monster he had never seen before.

The red armor dyed green by the monster’s blood shone eerily.

Schwing!

The sword that Perez swung lightly at Astana made a scary sound.

The blue fluid that was on the blade fell onto the ground like rain.

“I’ve already warned you.”

Perez said in a low voice.

“Keep out of my sight.”

“W-Wait a second!”

Astana cried out, but it was too late.

Perez was already striding toward Astana with his sword.

“S-Stop it!” 

Astana cried out belatedly.

“Second Prince!”

“Please stop!”

Astana’s henchmen, who once hesitated to get closer suddenly rushed in all at once.

“Your Highness!”

“If he dies so easily here, you’ll regret it later!”

The Academy trio, who had been guarding Perez’s back, also quickly approached Perez to stop him.

Astana trembled.

Because Perez’s red eyes seemed to squeeze his neck.

Even though his eyes were usually reluctant to look directly at him, something was different today.

The dark aura of the forest seemed to fluctuate in his eyes while he looked directly at Astana without blinking.

“Your Highness!” Lignite shouted, grabbing Perez by the shoulder.

Only then did Perez stop.

But the eyes looking down on Astana were still there.

“Here, drink this!”

Tedro brought something from the saddle of the horse. 

It was a canteen made of black leather.

Several more canteens of the same shape were tied to the horse to which Perez’s party’s luggage was tied.

“It’s because of the magic! You’re going crazy because of the magic!”

Everyone in the area heard Tedro’s words.

“It’s safe to drink a little bit of this medicine!”

Tedro grabbed the canteen and pressed it into Perez’s hands.

Gulp.

Perez took a sip of the liquid in the canteen and wiped his mouth roughly with his sleeve.

The red eyes stayed the same, but the murderous light was gone.

“Magic must be driving people crazy…”

“It wasn’t called Madman’s Forest for no reason…”

Astana’s aides muttered in fear.

Then, a loud noise burst out, one after another.

Pong! Pong—! Pong!

In the end, three people set off their flares.

When Perez stepped back, Astana, whose complexion looked a bit better, glared at them.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness, but this forest is too dangerous…”

“That’s right, Your Highness should also return to safety with us…”

They made their excuses in a hurry.

However, Astana unexpectedly did not shout at them.

Rather, he was caught off guard momentarily.

‘Should I leave with them too?’

His hand instinctively went for his flare.

“The owner and his dogs.”

Perez laughed coldly.

“What?”

“That kind of monster would have been caught if all of you had come at it together.”

Perez said, pointing to the corpse of the monster that had fallen to the ground with the tip of his chin.

Then, everyone’s eyes were on it at the same time.

“No way.”

“Was it that small?”

It had definitely been a huge monster.

The pounding of its footsteps echoed through the ground.

But the size of the monster on the floor was around that of an adult male’s.

Its muscular appearance was terrifying, but it was as Perez said.

It would have been enough if everyone had come at it all at once.

“Pfft, I can’t believe they were so scared of that.”

“Are all the aristocrats of the capital this pathetic?”

“Anyone who had a sword should have just swung it, tsk tsk.”

The Academy trio mocked them loudly, as if they were intentionally letting them hear.

“Let’s go.”

Perez said as he turned his back on them.

“Even if I don’t handle them today, they’ll still die in the forest.”

Having said that, Perez looked back and checked the saddle of his horse. 

A satisfied smile lightly flashed across his face.

[ / / / ]

It’s sunset.

Those who finished hunting were returning to the entrance of the forest, one by one.

“Oh, they have three of them!”

“There were five over there!”

“Ah, aren’t they the smaller ones? Bigger monsters have higher scores!”

The nobles who had not participated and were wasting their time by playing cards started placing bets on the results of the hunt.

Then Perez, the second prince, appeared.

“Wow, seven!”

“He’s definitely got the most so far!”

The reaction of the nobles was intense.

On the other hand, Astana, the first prince.

“Hmm, you came back empty-handed.”

“Wasn’t he in the middle of a bet with the Second Prince?”

Astana’s poor performance kept everyone from laughing.

Most of the nobles had shut their mouths in order to trap the mockery that would unknowingly come out.

“No, who is that?!”

Someone pointed to a person who had just come out of the entrance.l

“It’s Sir Ramona Brown!”

It was Ramona, who was dressed in blue armour, making her red hair stand out even more strikingly.

A large object was hanging from Ramona’s saddle as she walked in with a hint of exhaustion.

“A monster’s head?”

“I can’t believe she caught such a big monster.”

“Isn’t it harder than catching ten of the smaller ones?”

Unlike the others who had cut an ear or the arm of a monster, it was Ramona , who had cut off the monster’s neck.

Ramona, who had inadvertently cut off her hair due to the rules looked a bit sad as she watched the other participants.

“Hoho, as expected of the Brown household!”

There were frequent mentions of the Brown household.

“In the end, it’s a fight between His Highness the Second Prince and Sir Brown?”

“I still think the Second Prince will win!”

No one mentioned Astana.

Astana’s existence was completely forgotten in the competition.

“Damn it.”

Astana could feel the eyes of Emperor Yovanes, staring at him from afar.

The disapproval that was mixed in with a look that said, “Of course that’s all you can do.”

“Second Prince.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Good job. You looked very nice.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

However, Astana did not receive any flattery or praise.

There was just the sound of a tongue clicking in disappointment.

“Well, Your Highness.”

It was at that moment that Bellesac sneaked something out from behind him.

“Let’s try drinking this before we go hunting tomorrow.”

“What’s this?”

“When I ran into the Second Prince’s group in the forest, I swiped one of the canteens they had drunk while they were talking about magic.”

“What is it?”

Astana’s eyes sparkled.

“I wanted to steal more, but I was afraid that I’d get caught…”

“If there was such a thing, you should’ve told me earlier!”

Astana snatched the canteen away quickly.

“Yes, with this…”

The monsters of the forest weren’t very scary.

Judging from the monsters Perez had killed with just one sword, there was no monster he couldn’t catch if about ten people attacked all at once.

However, he was still afraid of going into the forest because of the magic that was said to make people go crazy.

“There probably won’t be anymore hallucinations either, right?”

Astana laughed.

It was as if he had just won ten thousand horses.

“Well done, Bellesac.”

Astana’s hand touched Bellesac’s shoulder.

“Th-Thank you, Your Majesty!”

Bellesac, who had just briefly been complimented by the prince, didn’t know what to do.

“Let’s go back into the forest.”

Astana said as he gave Perez one last look.

“Y-Your Highness!”

The flustered Bellesac followed Astana and tried to shrink himself into something smaller.

“It’s too dangerous at night!”

“Who’s staying there until the night? There’s still an hour or two left until the sun sets completely, so I’m going to hunt some more. Everyone, follow me.”

Eventually, the people who had all died quietly on the inside slowly headed back into the forest.

“Uh, I think I should discourage them from going!” 

A flustered Lord Sloan, who had been escorting the emperor today, shouted.


bruh astana and bellesac a different breed fr,,,where’d all their braincells go hAHAHAHSDLFK

i’ll probably post the next chapter tomorrow ! :)))

IWBMITL Ch 201

“Damn, what kind of forest is this?!” Astana complained, looking back into the gloomy forest.

“I can’t go back out…” His eyes were full of regret as they looked back at the path he had just walked in on.

And then he stopped.

“What, why isn’t there a way out?”

The nobles who were listening to Astana’s words turned their heads to where he was looking as well.

“Th-There really isn’t a way out…”

“That tree over there looks familiar, couldn’t we have come in from there?”

“No, I think we came from over there…”

Everyones opinions were divided. 

Then, all at once, everyone looked to Astana.

What else could they do?

Astana was the leader of their group, so it was only natural for them to look at him.

“Why are you looking at me?!”

However, Astana cried out in a loud voice.

“Shouldn’t you all find the way out for me and serve me?!”

hey besties! i got really annoyed when i was reading the mtl version of this so i decided to edit this for u guys lmao,,,also i went into this thinking that this novel was finished but apparently it isn’t ???? pain…


“Damn, what kind of forest is this?!” Astana complained, looking back into the gloomy forest.

“I can’t go back out…”

His eyes were full of regret as they looked back at the path he had just walked in on.

And then he stopped.

“What, why isn’t there a way out?”

The nobles who were listening to Astana’s words turned their heads to where he was looking as well.

“Th-There really isn’t a way out…”

“That tree over there looks familiar, couldn’t we have come in from there?”

“No, I think we came from over there…”

Everyones opinions were divided. 

Then, all at once, everyone looked to Astana.

What else could they do?

Astana was the leader of their group, so it was only natural for them to look at him.

“Why are you looking at me?!”

However, Astana cried out in a loud voice.

“Shouldn’t you all find the way out for me and serve me?!”

That’s what Astana thought being a leader was all about. 

To be the most comfortable, and the most important priority.

He was born as the first prince as well as the only legitimate heir, so perhaps it was natural as he lived his entire life in such a manner.

At that time, there was someone who stepped forward. 

“First, we should find a monster. When we do, I will step forward to serve you.”

It was Bellesac, who had pulled out a longsword. 

It seemed like this time, he had a new dagger and had made up his mind.

Meaning he wanted to be a close aide to Astana again.

“Okay! You’re the only one I trust, Bellesac!”

No matter what motive he had, Astana still liked it.

However, he had to get through this eerie forest while being at the forefront.

“Th-Then I’ll guard the rear.”

As Bellesac stepped up, others also noticed and followed suit.

“No matter how strange Madman’s Forest is, there would still be a way out, right?”

“That’s right! Besides, how many of us are there? Even if a monster appears, we’ll be able to get rid of it!”

Furthermore, they were all nobles who had been practicing swordsmanship since they were young.

All of them knew how to wield a sword in the case of an emergency.

A weak sense of relief and confidence returned to all of their faces.

“Then, shall we go straight ahead?”

Bellesac asked Astana.

What a stupid brat.

Astana added another insult to his impression of Bellesac as he replied with a frown.

“No, the first thing we should do is get used to the area surrounding the entrance.”

Actually, it was simply because he was too afraid to go further into the forest, but Astana made up a reasonable excuse on the spot.

“Oh, as expected!”

“You’re the only one I’ll trust, Your Highness!”

The words of Astana, who didn’t want to go deeper into the forest, made his followers’ faces glow with admiration.

Astana shrugged at their reaction and pretended to be rational.

“Although we’re in this sort of situation, other people’s situations won’t be too different from ours either.”

Even if it’s that kid.

Astana muttered, remembering Perez.

“What can only four people do.”

There were as many as a dozen people who followed him.

Astana’s tense shoulders stretched again triumphantly.

And as he was about to take a step.

Pong!

Suddenly, there was a loud sound echoing through the quiet forest.

“Ahhh!”

Astana shrieked loudly, covering his head and crouching down.

“S-Someone must have set off a flare!”

Bellesac said while pointing to a red flame that shot up into the sky in the distance.

“I, I knew that!”

Astana shouted, pretending to be calm.

“But weren’t we going to go that way?”

It was very likely that the reason for the flare was because of a monster.

So if anyone wanted to win by catching a monster, the right decision would be to run in that direction.

Astana, however, moved calmly toward the opposite direction of the flare.

“Let’s go this way.”

However, there was no one who opposed his decision.

Because no one wanted to go in the direction where there was something that caused a flare to be fired.

[ / / / ] 

The border between the land around the mansion and the forest.

Various attractions had been set up for the nobles who did not participate in the hunting competition, such as tables full of excellent food and simple games that could be enjoyed by men and women of all ages.

Exciting music was also playing constantly in the background.

By the time noon had passed, Emperor Yovanes, who came out of the bedroom, was already drunk.

“Was this all prepared by your daughter?”

Yovanes suddenly asked Gallahan, who was pouring the liquor.

“Yes, that’s right. She worked harder after hearing that His Majesty was coming.”

Gallahan replied with a proud smile.

“Yes, yes. I envy you, I really do.” 

Yovanes said quietly, bringing a glass to his lips.

“I’m not just saying this because she’s my granddaughter, but our Tia is quite capable.” 

Rulac slid in from the side too.

“Haaa.”

Eventually, Yovanes released a big sigh.

Rulac, who was still watching, smiled and said.

“You must have a lot of worries, Your Majesty.”

“…You knew that, yet you still kept bragging about your granddaughter?”

Yovanes grumbled.

“I’ll take my leave for a moment then.”

Gallahan tactfully moved away.

The emperor, who had downed his leftover liquor in one gulp, stared somewhere and opened his mouth.

“I’m still healthy, but why is everyone talking about succession? Doesn’t it feel like they’re telling me to die soon?”

It was not uncommon for an emperor to be extremely reluctant to talk about succession.

Since power is something that can’t even be shared with one’s own flesh and blood.

“I think Angenas is very anxious. They seem worried about His Majesty.”

“As if they’re only worried!”

As he opened his mouth, Yovanes wrinkled his nose and poured some liquor into Rulac’s half-empty glass.

“They’re pushing me as if I’m about to die right now.”

If only there was no one around him, otherwise, he’d empty the bottle immediately.

Rulac also shook his head.

“The Empress must be in a good mood.”

There was no way it was the Empress Lavini who was pushing Yovanes to this point like this.

However, the initial prey feels it instinctively.

The fact that something is aiming at them in the bushes.

So, they run in the direction they shouldn’t have gone.

They don’t even know that the way they’re heading toward is a cliff.

Rulac grinned under his long beard and suggested in an anxious tone.

“Your Majesty, this old man speaks out of old age. Why don’t you be careful for the time being?”

“Careful?”

“Yeah, well. Something like eating and drinking outside the Imperial Palace, or stuff that’s sent from the Empress’ Palace.”

“The Empress’ Palace?”

One of Yovanes’ eyebrows rose.

“Isn’t that going a bit too far?”

Yovanes lowered his voice, as if he was angry.

But it wasn’t very intimidating.

His eyes were already shaking and his stony expression was cracking.

The seed of doubt tends to take root horrifyingly quick.

“I must have made a slip of tongue.” 

Rulac tactfully retreated. 

“I’ll take a punishment drink as a sign of apology.”

However, there was a deep smile hidden behind the wine glass.

It’s always been fun to ruin Angenas’ future.

[ / / / ]

“Didn’t I tell you? That it was going to be like that.”

Clarivan said, pointing to a red flare that was rising above the forest.

“That’s already the third time, that’s it.”

“It’s only been a few hours since the competition has started and it’s already like that?”

“Maybe they were surprised by nothing. Like a rabbit, or something like a rabbit, or a rabbit-like thing, something like that.”

Clarivan put on his glasses and smirked.

“Magic flows in Madman’s Forest and monsters haunt it, but aren’t those stories from when people got closer to the centre of the forest?”

“Right? But the flare came from the area near the entrance.”

Isn’t everyone a bit too scared?

Lombardy’s knights were seen rushing to the area where the flare was fired.

“If people are scared, they should come out on their own feet so everyone can see their sincerity. It’s hard for the people of my house.”

“That’s what I mean. But…”

Clarivan said, looking beyond the entrance of Madman’s Forest.

“No one knows what nerves such a loud noise will startle. And the smell from the blood of the hunted monsters would increase that fear.”

Perhaps because of the cold wind blowing, Clarivan’s voice was cooler than usual.

It was then.

Pong! Po—ong! Pong!

Down over there.

Although it was still the in the area close to the entrance of the forest, the three flares were all fired at the same time, and further from the entrance.

“Oh, something must have happened over there.”

Clarivan’s eyes sparkled.

[ / / / ]

Astana’s group was walking along the edge of the forest.

“Heok! He—ok!”

There was no conversation, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

It was a strange thing.

Although it seemed as if they had been walking for a few hours, even though the mountain terrain was not harsh, none of them seemed to be able to catch their breath.

“It must be because of the magic.”

Someone muttered in the middle of taking a breath. 

Yeah, that’s right.

This is all because of the magic.

That’s why their bodies felt as heavy as wet cotton, and their heads were dazed.

Rustle.

A strange sound was heard in the grass nearby.

“Argh! Shut up!”

Bellesac, who was still walking ahead, shouted and cut the grass in a big motion.

But there was nothing there. 

Bellesac knew as well.

About an hour ago, the bushes closest to where the group was walking, shook for no reason.

There were times when he ran away in surprise, and there were times when he bravely cut the grass.

But each time, there was nothing in it.

“In all likelihood…”

Bellesac said, looking back at Astana.

“It seems that we’re all hearing hallucinations together. I heard that magic flows through Madman’s Forest, that’s probably why.”

“Hearing hallucinations…”

Fear was slowly appearing in the faces of others.

“Your Highness, why don’t you give up on this and leave?”

The first of the Maimbert family asked Astana.

“That’s right, Your Grace.”

The third of Belletiron also said the same thing.

“Just say the word and I’ll fire the flare.”

He even showed the red flare he was holding in his hand.

“Are you crazy?! No way.”

But Astana shook his head stubbornly.

He was not allowed to give up in front of His Majesty.

Empress Lavini had emphasised this several times.

It was then.

Rustle.

This time, the sound was heard from the grass a little farther behind his back.

Bellesac did not swing his sword this time.

He thought he was just hearing a hallucination anyways.

But everyone’s expressions were strange.

“Uh, Uhhh…”

Everyone pointed behind Bellesac.

Crack!

It was then that a strange sound was heard.

This was not a hallucination.

Bellesac looked back quickly in surprise and shouted.

“Mo-Monster!”

Scaly green skin, fangs that protruded from the lips, and unusually long arms and a huge body.

“Uhhhhh…”

The group quickly became frozen in fear.

Thud! Thud!

The monster approached them, one step at a time, but none of them could move.

“Someone…do something!”

Astana was the only one who pushed Bellesac forward and shouted.

“Th-The flare…”

Eventually, it was in the moment when the third of Belletiron tried to pull the string of the flare. 

Pong!

The monster’s head burst with a sound similar to the firing of a flare.

Flop, thud!

The monster’s head rolled onto the floor as the huge decapitated head fell forward powerlessly.

Then, there was Perez, covered in the monster’s green blood.

“Looks like I found you here.”

Perez said, looking at Astana.


yawl i tried,,,idk if ppl still read this novel since it’s been completed for a while but lmk if you want me to mtl/edit more or if you have any other novels you want me to try hehehe