Thereâs a saying that ghosts wonât feel refreshed even if you change them. The old lady, who appeared in front of me with her face sticking out, smiled unpleasantly.
âWhat are you doing? Why do you make me dream like this?â
Isnât it cheap to do something like this?
Without thinking of the woman standing behind me, I screamed at the old woman. Such a dream, when I wake up, thatâs it.
Iâd rather roll when Iâm pushed. If I did, I would have woken up right away from my dream.
[A dream?]
The old lady rolled her small eyes in all directions and made a strange laugh.
[This is not a dream, you punk.]
âWhat nonsense are you talking aboutâŚâŚ.â
âMiss⌠What are you muttering?â
When I looked back, it was already late. The woman, who was covering her mouth with frightened eyes, ran out screaming before I could stop her.
[The guys here are so handsome.]
âWhat do you mean itâs not a dream?â
[Tsk, itâs because you donât have a clue. Sheâs the same as you and I donât like her, try to save her. Thatâs why youâre here.]
âWhat?â
[The cursed child, the pain in this family. Isnât that why you didnât like Flotty?]
My grandmother knew exactly what I had read. Flotty Bevenia.
The wicked woman of <The Lady Walks the Flower Road>.
A woman with purple hair and gray eyes, instead of gray hair and purple eyes that has been handed down from generation to generation in the family.
[Youâre going to die soon. Youâre gonna need me to live.]
âStop talking nonsense and take me back right away.â
[Then, Iâm off to watch some boys.]
The old lady disappeared suddenly, leaving only those words. That ghost, who usually didnât go even if I cursed her to get lost, disappeared this time.
Leaving me in this ridiculous situation.
***
All I did in this ridiculous world was do nothing.
The first day I came here, I was trapped in the gloomy basement of the Duke of Bevenia where the ball was held.
After that, I came up to my room, which is a shabby room in the corner of the mansion, and ate a simple meal a day, and lived my life.
After she disappeared like that, she never really came.
âI have to live. I have to live.â
This damn life is also my life of its own, so there are lingering regrets.
In the place where I lived alone, I didnât even have the slightest desire to end my life. Thus, I have no intention of dying in a world I entered out of the blue in a book.
I managed to grab a pen with my thin finger, chewing the crumbly bread that had been pushed into my mouth.
This is the world in the book.
The Olan Empire. This woman whose body I took over is Flotty Bevenia. A woman who has been criticized for being a cursed child all her life that made her mind twisted.
A woman who would come to every ball and cause a commotion, and would rage if anyone so much as met her gaze, as if they were disrespecting her.
And one day, when Flotty opened her eyes, there was no one in the large duchy.
Due to the Dukeâs crime, Flotty faced death at the hands of the Grand Duke. It hasnât been long since I was in the novel so I donât know what crime sheâs already committed.
âNo, how am I supposed to save myself in this situation? This body.â
In a word, there is no hope.
Even if I run away, I donât have money or even a piece of jewelry.
Of course I donât know what this world is like.
The duchyâs people didnât want the crazy mutant Flotty to be seen by outsiders, so her surveillance was fierce.
âHaâŚâŚâ
I smoothed my dark purple hair that I couldnât get used to even after a week.
âWhen will the Grand Duke come?â
What did he say as he drew his sword?
âWhere is your father?â
Yes, this is it.
I saw Flottyâs father. Duke of Bevenia. And I saw the Little Duke who was messing with me with his shoe-nose.
Flottyâs answer, of course, was âI donât knowâ.
She couldnât have known. Since there was no one when she woke up.
The Grand Duke thrust a sword into Flotty, and she was terrified and begged him to save her until her hands and feet were worn out, but there was no mercy from the Grand Duke of the Olan Empire.
Deng-gang.
Flottyâs neatly cut hair.
When I thought it could become my reality, my hair stood on end all over my body. It is no longer a story in a novel.
My neck could fall to the floor right away.
âSo when is he coming?â
I have to know whether I should hide or go out with the other people in the duchy who will run away.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldnât think of anything. I put down my pen and leaned back against the chair.
Letâs explore first.
In the meantime, I must gain strength by eating bad bread. Iâve summarized the contents of the novel as well.
Iâm sure the people of the duchy will plot before they run away.
Selfish people who leave Flotti as bait and just take their own lives and leave.
I changed into my silk pajamas with the least friction and quietly opened the door.
I walked carefully in the hallway, wherein servants did not pass.
âThe situation is not⌠I should at least leave.â
There was a glimmer of light on the dark hallway floor. It was from the Dukeâs bedroom.
I crept nearer to the bedroom to hear the fine sounds of conversation.
âWhat did the prince say?â
Done. Finally, I can hear it properly. Thanks to the quietness of the corridor, voices could be heard through the thick doors.
âHe said it would be better to prepare.â
âHow the hell do you handle things!â
âArenât you going to lower your voice?â
Getting ready? What are they getting ready for?
The Duke and his wife talked secretly again, lowering their raised voices.
âIt was a bad time. If it wasnât for the damn Grand Duke of NoctisâŚâŚ.â
âSo what did I tell you? I said we should aim for the Grand Duke first, not the crown prince.â
âWhat does a woman like you know? Stop talking and get ready!â
âThe Crown Prince is a weak human being, but the Grand Duke is different. I always told you.â
Since then, the conversation has not continued. His wifeâs words were ignored, and after some noise, the bedroom became quiet.
âWhat? Is that it?â
Thatâs all Iâve ever figured out. The weak Crown Prince and Grand Duke Noctis. Yes, I remembered the name of the grand duke who invaded this duchy.
Devon Noctis.
A cruel, merciless man.
I didnât crawl out quietly just to discover this.
I canât help it even if Iâm disappointed today. Still, after reflecting on the conversation, the Grand Duke will soon come to the duchy.
If I want to blend in as a maid, I should get a maidâs uniform in advance. I can start preparing for tomorrow.
With such complacent thoughts, I returned to my room and went to sleep.
And when I woke up the next day, there was no one left at the Dukeâs residence in Bevenia.
***
Flotty canât even be called a villain. At the beginning of the novel, she plays just a supporting role in order to show the strength and power of Grand Duke Noctis.
Flotty, whose hands are bound and kneeling, with her purple hair hanging down instead of gray hair, is the symbol of the family of Bevenia.
Yeah, that little supporting character is me.
âTell me where the Duke has gone.â
The manâs first impression was very strong, as the writer intended.
The pressure from the man who was in all black was beyond imagination.
Flotty in the novel, who was despised by the people of the duchy, was trembling in front of this man and repeating that she didnât know.
Now that Iâm Flotty, I canât give him any answer either.
âI donât know.â
Thatâs all I could say. I donât know anything.
I never imagined theyâd run away so soon. The duke and his wife didnât go to bed after the conversation, they were preparing to run awayâŚâŚ.
âThose punks were going to screw up! Why did they run away leaving their daughter behind?â
Have they ever thought she was their daughter? Whatâs wrong with her hair color?
No, no. This would not have happened if a priest did not proclaim Flotty as a âcursed childâ.
âIâll ask you again.â
Despite being a woman with such a small body, the knights did not hesitate to draw their swords. A man walked leisurely through it.
Grand Duke Denver Noctis.
I chewed hard enough to rip my lips. I canât think of a way out of this damn situation.
If I die hereâŚâŚ.
There is no guarantee that I will be able to return to reality. I have to survive without fail.
Thereâs no way that crazy old lady would send me back nicely.
âWhere did the Duke of Bevenia go?â
The Grand Duke was kind enough to ask back. There was a tinge of darkness in his sharp eyes.
High and long nose and straight mouth, a tall height that everyone looks up to.
âIâll spare your life.â
His low voice froze the air. Now that no one has taken care of me and left, my body must be healthy.
âI really donât know. I was⌠you know, a daughter who was treated like a curse in the family. The Duke did not give me any information.â
âYouâre good at lying.â
âIf itâs a lie, why would I be the only one left at the dukeâs residence? Iâm just a bait.â
âBait?â
âThe Grand Duke, who has lost time because of me, will miss the time to pursue the Duke of Bevenia. The Duke was aiming for that.â
I must not tremble. Thereâs nothing to fear because itâs not a lie. Flotti prayed without saying anything, hoping the Grand DUke would understand.
âYour Excellency is still under the Dukeâs plan.â
I tried to hide my nervousness and moistened my dry lips with my tongue.
The myriad blades facing me glowed sharply as if they were about to dig into my throat.
âYou mean itâs already late.â
âSo even nowâŚâŚ.â
âKill her.â
ââŚâŚwhat?â
The manâs orders were issued relentlessly. Why? Why?