“This is truly embarrassing.”
“I know you didn’t have any other intentions, but the border is a very sensitive issue for us as well.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m holding the young lady responsible, so you don’t have to make that face.”
“Yes. Don’t you think we are trying to harass you? I don’t think so.”
“Hehe. I have no intention of harming the lady. However, I have a responsibility to resolve the problem.”
The two grandfathers were laughing and using the bingseong method.
I thought it was a way of speaking that would come from a female protagonist, but I was wrong.
Old people are like martial arts masters who smile and casually strike with a dagger.
My father, the count, was restless and just watching the two grandfathers.
I also tried to express my regret by burying my head in the floor.
‘You’re the first to treat me like this’ was a cliché that could only be applied to the male protagonist of Young & Rich & Handsome.
I want to cherish my grandfather’s first days.
“We are causing trouble due to lack of female food. What can we do?”
The Count spoke in a dying voice.
“First, I have to check the boundary stone.”
I calmly put down the black egg, no, the stone.
The two old men carefully examined the stone larger than an ostrich egg that I had been wearing just a moment ago.
“Fortunately, there is no damage anywhere.”
“No, wait a minute. There’s a crack in something.”
“There’s a crack in the border stone?”
what? I feel wronged!
‘I thought it was an egg, so I carried it with care!’
But the two old men were already glaring at me slightly.
It’s as if if there’s even a small problem with this border, the crime will be severely punished.
‘If it’s such an important stone, don’t leave it lying around on the street!’
“Hey, the crack is bigger than I thought. What should I do about it?”
“It won’t be easy to get a hard stone of this size again.”
“Do you know how happy we were when we found such a pretty-shaped stone?”
“A stone of this size and shape, obtained from nature without being touched by human hands, is truly rare…”
So, if you didn’t leave it on the street… … .
At first I felt a little sorry, but now I was embarrassed.
No matter how much I think about it, I feel like I’m being unfairly scolded for something that wasn’t my fault.
“It’s our fault because we didn’t think anyone would carry such a suspicious-looking item.”
Oh, it’s hot.
I slightly clutched my chest at what one of the grandfathers said.
This is because I was once again reminded of the romance with the Demon King born from a strange stone.
It was then.
“Now, take a look, Ehin. The stone is breaking!”
“How can this be, what should we do if the boundary stone breaks…!”
The cracks in the black stone became increasingly severe and eventually began to split apart.
Like an egg about to hatch.
‘No, wasn’t this really an egg?’
So, can I start a sweet and bloody romance with the devil who only has eyes for me?
… … The moment I thought,
“Pyeong.”
Bye?
I slowly turned my head.
The egg broke, and an ugly white bird crawled out of it.
And the bird was looking at exactly one person.
“Bap. Bap. Bap.”
“W-what on earth is this….”
The Count, who received the bird’s gaze, groaned.
This is what I heard later while clearing up the confusion.
In the process of fighting over the boundary between the East and West Magic Towers, a boundary stone became necessary.
While I was on my way, I came across a pretty black, oval-shaped stone.
It was sturdy and lighter than expected, so we agreed to use that stone as a boundary stone.
So, various magics were cast on the stone to mark the boundary of the eastern and western magic towers, but it turned out that the stone was not just a stone, but the egg of some kind of giant bird, and so on.
Moreover, it seems that the first thing the giant bird baby caught its eye on was our Count.
I kept crying and trying not to get away from the count.
I felt a little lost.
If this were a proper romance, it would never have unfolded like this.
I would have been the first person the bird saw when it came out of the egg, and I would also have been the one that the bird kept chasing.
‘Then later, I will be able to become entangled with the male protagonist through events related to that bird.’
But unfortunately, it was the Count who first recognized the bird, not me.
“……I’m tired.”
“Uh, how are you, lady?”
Belle, who saw me stumbling out of the door, rushed over and asked.
I explained what had happened so far in a voice full of fatigue.
“It is said that the magic that sets boundaries still remains in that bird. So I guess that bird will become a moving boundary for a while. Since it only follows my father, the magic tower owners are scolding him to determine his movements.”
“Oh my god. How can something so amazing happen?”
“That’s right.”
The interesting thing is me, me.
‘Isn’t this something possessed by a villainess?’
Did I try to raise the dating flag too hastily?
How can there be a series of such vain results?
Now I understand how much of a blessing it was for the protagonists of the Possessed Villain series to know exactly which male protagonist they should target.
Only if you know who the main character is can you enjoy this life of possession 200% thrillingly.
“There is not enough evidence.”
“yes?”
Bell asked again, but was not given time to answer.
This is because the grandfathers who came out kicking down the door overwhelmed my voice.
“Isn’t there a lack of evidence!”
“Hehe, why are you like this? Didn’t we decide to divide the border along the source of magic?”
“Hey! The Eastern Magic Tower will never sit idly by and watch this happen!”
“What do you mean, Rubelen? Are you really going to destroy Count Sebes’ mansion just because his mansion is to the southeast? What can you do when you say you like Count Sebes, you cute bird?”
The old man’s pronunciation of ‘new baby’ seems to have put a bit of emphasis on it. Am I mistaken?
I saw the count looking at the two old men alternately with a bewildered expression, and the bird chasing after him, clucking behind him.
‘Originally, that should have been my position… … .’
The Count was in a mood of being hit by a bomb due to all the commotion.
However, I was not interested in such personal matters.
“A novel with a maid named Belle, a blonde villainess, and a magic tower.”
I talked to myself about the conditions, but there was no novel that I could narrow down to ‘this is it.’
The new information about the two magic towers was not of much help.
As I read it while flipping through the pages, it seemed like there was a magic tower in the novel, and sometimes it didn’t.
Unless I was Lopan, who was dating a magic tower lord, my memories of the magic tower were all unclear.
Still, there was one thing I could be sure of.
If we assume that this is really a villainess possession, then this is… … .
“A novel in which the villainess is particularly stupid.”
Just looking at the situation I’m in right now, it’s like that.
Are you an evil woman who puts on a play with the premise of abusing me at home in order to win the love of the male protagonist?
Wouldn’t Lady Maewin, as long as she had the brains, be able to break me, the evil woman, and be happy with the male lead?
But again, there was no novel that came to mind. To be precise, there were too many to pinpoint.
“……Are you a supporting character?”
Another possibility came to mind.
If you think about it, a villainess this stupid could fall so easily. Just as the Duke of the North easily rejected me.
In this case, the impact of the story is reduced, so there is a high possibility that she will not be a great villain or that she will be an insignificant supporting character who shakes a rattle next to the main villain.
“Ah… Possessing a supporting character is more difficult.”
That was usually the case.
The main characters possessed by the supporting characters were bound to complain of difficulties due to the small amount of information.
I now realize that the main characters of the possession were truly amazing.
They are people who will succeed no matter what they do, remembering the names of passing supporting actors and finding out their positions.
There should be one or two moderately pretty supporting characters with blonde hair and blue eyes.
‘If you include extras… … Oh, it’s terrible.’
Until you realize the title of the novel that makes up this world, you probably won’t know what character you are in the original.
‘First of all, you need to know my location.’
Didn’t this lame play make you feel embarrassed in front of the Duke of the North?
I couldn’t make that mistake twice in the future.
I opened the door, went out into the hallway, and looked for Belle.
“Belle, are you there?”
In the original, the protagonists of possessions get good information from maids who take good care of them. There’s nothing I can’t do.
I saw Bell coming quickly from far away, but my depressed heart did not calm down.
“Because I possessed a pretty girl… I guess they’ll let me fall in love with her… right?”
I couldn’t hold back my anxiety and muttered.
I asked Belle about various things for several days, but I could not get satisfactory results.
It was all just information about a typical noble lady.
Elena has been cute and pretty since she was young, her father is a count, she has no interest in the commercial activities actively engaged in in the count’s family, she is arrogant, gets along with proper noble ladies, and knows very well what a line of lace on a fancy dress is all about. Noble lady.
When it comes to a supporting role, it seemed like it could be a supporting role, and when it comes to a villain, it seems like it could be a villain, so it was an ambiguous position.
Of course, Belle did her duty faithfully and informed me about my family and friend relationships.
We have obtained information that the Sebes family has actively entered the commercial field and greatly increased its fortunes.
From what I’ve heard, my mother is still alive and well.
He said he went on a short trip to a resort with a view of the sea.
I once again squeezed my heart out.
How embarrassed would it have been if he had told the duke nonsense like, ‘My father and my younger brother, who are not my blood relatives, hate me because my mother died after giving birth to me’?
Aside from the duke, he probably didn’t have the courage to see the count and Lariette.
“Do you think I usually get along well with my family?”
“Don’t say anything. The Count loves you so much.”
okay. Everyone said so.
This is a family that loves Elena so much, but I almost sold them out to bad guys for the sake of my relationship.
‘No matter how much you want to be in a relationship, there is always mutual respect.’
“Now that we’ve finished talking about family, tell me about your friendships.”
I almost broke business ethics and out of embarrassment, I asked to change the topic.
However, when we moved on to friendship, foreign names started pouring in, and I ended up shaking my hand, saying that I was appalled.
“Not like that!”
“Other than Lady Susanne’s hobbies? Then Lady Maria likes embroidery….”
Susanne. Maria. You can feel it just by looking at it.
These friends may be good people, but they are extras who most likely cannot be supporting characters in a romantic novel.
If you come out with a good protagonist, you will be the one praising her character after the protagonist helped her when she almost got embarrassed.
Or, if she appears with a villainess who interferes with the protagonist, she is someone who tries to embarrass the protagonist, but is defeated with a single word, blushes, and says something like ‘Do you know who I am?’ and never appears again.
Of course, we could get along well as friends.
‘But I didn’t ask this question because I need a friend!’
“Do you really have to come all the way here and play with friends…?”
I looked back on my life.
A difficult and ordinary past life in which he struggled desperately for self-realization and a wonderful life, but ended up dying from overwork.
I lived hard in my own way.
After dying from overwork once, I was no longer afraid of death.
So, I didn’t feel the need to live this rich lady’s life, which wasn’t even mine.
However, if there was one thing I regretted in life, it was that I never had a great relationship with a decent man.
“……After all, with this face and this wealth, I should date.”
In addition, romance fantasy inherently revolves around the romance between the male lead and the female lead.
I jumped up and called the bell.
“Hey, Bell.”
“Yes, Miss. Do you need anything?”
Belle approached me with a bright smile, as always.
“Who is the most handsome man in this empire?”
