A soft touch that rubs against my skin, this softness that Iâve never experienced before, and the refreshing scent which doesnât have that damp smell.
Oh, itâs so nice, so good that my brain is about to melt.
It was enough for me to happily accept the fact that I would need to wake up soon , since itâs morning already. But for a moment an odd question ran through my head.
âHow come there is a bed in my house?â
As soon as the thought kicked in, I immediately opened my eyes and got up with a soft bounce.
âThis isâŠâ
A room larger than my studio, a spacious bed in the middle, a splendid chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and other colorful furniture.
The room looks kind of familiar, but no matter how much I look at it, this was not my room, and then the events of yesterday came into my mind like a dream.
Meeting Anastasia and jumping around together.
After that, I barely met the butler of the mansion and returned home.
âOh right. Yesterday I was transmigrated inside a novel.â
As I blankly looked around the room I muttered lightly.
Soon, I finally relaxed my body and lay down on the bed which seemed like I would not fall even if I rolled three times.
âOh, itâs been a while since Iâve had a relaxing morning.â
There has never been a time that I could relax in the morning due to my piling debt. Even if I was very sleepy, I needed to get up and go to work at the alarm which rang in my ears.
But now I donât have to.
Why?
Because Iâm now possessed inside a novel!
I cheered quietly and threw a pillow into the air. It fell right away and hit me in the face, but I didnât care.
Actually, I canât remember the title of the novel. There were too many novels that Iâve read before, and I was not the type to remember the titles of each one.
Not only that, I donât remember the content of the story . I was always reading it before going to bed and it was blurry like a dream, probably because I always fell asleep.
What I can only remember is that the female leadâs name is Anastasia and that there are a lot of male lead candidates in this novel.
The female opponent with all kinds of negative modifiers/ attributes, such as the best asshole in the Konia Kingdom, a rare crazy bitch,who viciously harassed anyone, whether it was the heroine, the Duke, or my brother.
If she doesnât like something, the original Renee would immediately slap that person off, and itâs a basic thing to always say swear words. And if she goes to a place with a lot of people like a banquet, she would always make a sceneâŠ.
âAs expected this character is really out of her mind.â
Renee Blair, who is a crazy woman, dies in vain one day in a banquet hall.
âWhat was the cause of death again?â
âDid she slap someone on the cheek?â
I canât remember who she hit because she had hit so many people.
Anyways, her fate is nothing other than death, so I desperately need to change it as long as I possess the body of Renee Blair, or I will always have to be wary of the death that will come in the future.
To the extent that, whatever she does, nobody can stop her, because she has a crazy hefty amount of money, so even if she goes crazy, no one can touch her.
I canât believe it! I really have a lot of money. Just imagining it makes me so excited that my head stands out.
In my previous life, I had to suffer a lot because of debt, but this life has a great fortune. God must have taken a pity on me.
âThen, what am I going to do from now on?â
I let out a sigh and fell into happy thoughts. The first thing that I needed to do right now was to stop being vicious.
Stop beating the maid, and stop attending a banquet that Iâm not invited to.
AndâŠ.
While I was making those plans, I suddenly remembered Anastasia whom I met yesterday.
Shiny long silver hair that was dazzling in the sun, and golden eyes that looked like they were covered with honey.
A quiet, cautious attitude and a face that looked even more pitiful because of her swollen cheeks.
The female lead, Anastasia, was strangely affectionate and my most favorite character.
âThatâs why I wanted to be close to Anastasia no matter whatâŠâ
Even if I couldnât get close to her, all IÂ wanted was for her to see me in a different light, not as a vicious villain.
âThenâŠâ
Okay, then Iâll stop being a villain right away.
âIf Iâll become nice to everyone, who knows? Maybe one of the male lead candidates would recognize this common villain, once I change my personality.â
It was that time, while I was hitting on one of the pillows by myself.
A quiet, brief knock was heard.
I jumped out of bed and looked at the large door.
It was morning and the maid seemed to have finally arrived. For a short time, I pondered whether to use polite words to change their impression of me or not, and in the end I chose the latter.
âHmmmm, come in!â
I was a little nervous. As soon as I decided to stop being a villain, and now I am going to meet someone who knows Renee Blair.
Soon after, the door rattled open and a maid came in. It was a young lady with black hair neatly tied up.
As if determined not to show her face, she stood in front of me with her head bowed and gaited/ trod.
âNo matter how good I am, my bad impression wonât change that easily.â
At that moment, the sound of a big chime kept ringing and a long beep sound echoed faintly from outside. It sounded like a bell.
At that moment, I simply disregarded that ringing sound and went to look back at the maid in front of me.
Ping.
Todayâs Mission
âLetâs slap the servant girl on the cheek.â
Accept / Reject
An insane translucent window appeared right in front of my face.
âWhat the hell is this?â
I completely forgot that I was about to speak to the maid who came in, and stared blankly at the translucent window in front of me.
It was written in strange characters, but I could read it without much difficulty, no, as if it were my native language.
âThe maidâs cheek⊠Wait, does it mean that I need to slap it?â
Even if I rubbed my eyes or blinked multiple times, the translucent window wouldnât disappear. As I glanced through it, I noticed the maid still bowed her head and wouldnât move at all.
I couldnât help it, I should ask her about it.
I coughed to get her attention.
âAhem!â
A husky sound rang out from my throat, something that would only come from someone who had smoked cigarettes for decades.
âOh my, thatâs so embarrassing⊠!â
Still, I need to get the childâs attention so that she can raise her headâŠ.
But the maid is really determined not to raise her head. As I tried to look down to see what might be interesting on the floor.
âGasp!â
In the end, I think I raised my head too much as if I was going to vomit blood, but it didnât matter, since I finally managed to get the maidâs attention.
Immediately, I pointed to the translucent window floating in the air as if asking what this was.
But no matter how much I pointed, the maid alternated between the tip of my pointing finger and my face with trembling eyes.
I narrowed my eyebrows wondering if this window could only be seen by me.
Then the maid made a shocked face.
Bang!
She suddenly knelt out of nowhere as if someone had pushed her from behind. It wasnât just that, she didnât stop there, but she also banged her head on the floor.
I was so surprised that I couldnât say anything and just looked at her, and a trembling voice came out of the maidâs lips.
âSorry, Iâm really sorry. Miss! I was not good enough to understand what youâre trying to say! Please forgive me!â
I felt so embarrassed about what happened, I vaguely looked at her and hurriedly got up from the bed. As I grabbed the maidâs arm and pulled her up.
âWhat are you asking for forgiveness for? Get up now! Please stop what youâre doing, come on!â
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry. Miss! Please calm down pleaseâŠâ
âIâm not angry! Itâs okay, just get up!â
âIâm sorry, miss! Please calm downâŠâ
âI donât know what youâre saying, Iâm not even angry!â
She kept repeating the same thing like a parrot, so I shouted out in frustration. The maid then flinched and began to stop her crazy actions little by little.
Thatâs when I realized that I became angry as well.
But, what did she mean that Iâm angry? But no matter what I said she still trembled and she completely laid flat on the floor.
Letâs calm down.
My heart feels so stuffy as if I ate something that blocked my airway.
It would really be impossible to change my reputation just by shouting and raging like this.
So I tried to calm myself down and smiled affectionately, as if I hadnât shouted at all. But before I can do that the maid immediately covers her face with both her hands.
It looked like she was crying without fail, so I had no choice but to stare at her without saying anything.
Soothing a crying person is always difficult.
âMiss, Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry that I cried.â
Hearing the maidâs sudden apology, my frustrated heart became more clogged.
âNo⊠Why are you cryingâŠ? Because youâre scared of me?â
Changing the impression of the people around me seemed a very difficult task to achieve. So I sighed and asked her directly, but unexpectedly, the maid lowered her hands and shook her head from side to side.
âThen why are you crying?â
â⊠Itâs that.. That..â
âWhat is it?â
The woman wiggled her hands and looked at me, barely answering.
âAs I thought about it⊠My lady⊠As soon as you woke up, you didnât hit me⊠It was the first time that it happenedâŠâ
ââŠâŠ.â
âItâs just I couldnât believe itâŠâ
As I watched her mumble carefully in a sobbing voice, I realized something.