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Chapter 00
The man before my eyes was far removed from the “Northern Duke” of a romance fantasy novel.
His deep crimson eyes burned hotter than the rising sun, and his red hair looked as if it had been soaked in blood.
Above all, his gaze.
His eyes were so cold and sharp that they seemed incapable of knowing words like kindness, consideration, or manners—beautiful concepts like those.
Honestly, was it normal for someone who kidnapped and bound a princess of a country to be sane? No matter how handsome he was, I couldn’t forgive him—this bastard!
…That’s what I wanted to swear, but I only had one life.
“Your Highness. Please calm down. If you bind me like this, it will definitely cause diplomatic issues. Shall we resolve this through conversation?”
“Conversation.”
He—Leonard, that bastard—slowly approached me.
Clack, clack. The sound of his boots echoed eerily through the empty space.
Soon, he bent down, grabbed my chin, and forced my face up toward him.
He was sculpturally handsome, but I didn’t have the luxury of admiring it. His eyes were genuinely terrifying.
“Princess, how did you break my cipher?”
“Ah, the cipher?”
“The writing on this paper is encoded information. Yet you read it perfectly. Does Singkester possess a sacred relic that can decipher any code?”
“That’s not it!”
“Then tell me how you knew.”
Leonard tightened his grip on my chin and pulled me closer.
His strength was so overwhelming that tears welled up at the corners of my eyes, but he didn’t seem like the type of man who would show mercy for something like that.
He looked down at me with cold eyes, then reached toward his waist.
Oh no. A dagger.
“If you won’t speak, there’s no helping it. Your neck—”
“Aaaah, okay! Okay!! I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”
For reference, I was someone who valued their life very dearly, and my mouth was lighter than a feather—about a hundred times lighter.
“A cipher? Of course I know it!”
“Of course you know it? How?”
“Well…”
I glanced at him and muttered in a shrinking voice.
“It’s not your cipher… It’s the noble script created by King Sejong.”
In other words, Hangul.
He froze, and I let out a long sigh.
If you were to ask how things ended up like this, we would have to go back quite a long time.
The man before my eyes was far removed from the “Northern Duke” of a romance fantasy novel.
His deep crimson eyes burned hotter than the rising sun, and his red hair looked as if it had been soaked in blood.
Above all, his gaze.
His eyes were so cold and sharp that they seemed incapable of knowing words like kindness, consideration, or manners—beautiful concepts like those.
Honestly, was it normal for someone who kidnapped and bound a princess of a country to be sane? No matter how handsome he was, I couldn’t forgive him—this bastard!
…That’s what I wanted to swear, but I only had one life.
“Your Highness. Please calm down. If you bind me like this, it will definitely cause diplomatic issues. Shall we resolve this through conversation?”
“Conversation.”
He—Leonard, that bastard—slowly approached me.
Clack, clack. The sound of his boots echoed eerily through the empty space.
Soon, he bent down, grabbed my chin, and forced my face up toward him.
He was sculpturally handsome, but I didn’t have the luxury of admiring it. His eyes were genuinely terrifying.
“Princess, how did you break my cipher?”
“Ah, the cipher?”
“The writing on this paper is encoded information. Yet you read it perfectly. Does Singkester possess a sacred relic that can decipher any code?”
“That’s not it!”
“Then tell me how you knew.”
Leonard tightened his grip on my chin and pulled me closer.
His strength was so overwhelming that tears welled up at the corners of my eyes, but he didn’t seem like the type of man who would show mercy for something like that.
He looked down at me with cold eyes, then reached toward his waist.
Oh no. A dagger.
“If you won’t speak, there’s no helping it. Your neck—”
“Aaaah, okay! Okay!! I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”
For reference, I was someone who valued their life very dearly, and my mouth was lighter than a feather—about a hundred times lighter.
“A cipher? Of course I know it!”
“Of course you know it? How?”
“Well…”
I glanced at him and muttered in a shrinking voice.
“It’s not your cipher… It’s the noble script created by King Sejong.”
In other words, Hangul.
He froze, and I let out a long sigh.
If you were to ask how things ended up like this, we would have to go back quite a long time.
Chapter 01
“I need to get isekai’d.”
That was something I used to say all the time.
“Come on. That’s the medieval era. There’s no smartphones or any modern devices there. How are you supposed to live?”
“Manager, what if you get possessed by a slave? It’s a class-based society over there, and you might not even meet the male lead.”
Whenever I complained like that, friends or coworkers would laugh and wave their hands, calling it a joke—but I was serious.
A monthly salary that only brushed past my bank account no matter how much I earned. A semi-basement room shared with bugs and mold. Drab clothes and cheap cosmetics.
And something I could never tell anyone…….
[Send some money again. I did raise you, didn’t I?]
[Hey, I’m thinking of starting a business this time. Don’t you have some lump sum you can give your brother?]
[Our daughter, aren’t you thinking of getting married? A friend of mine is considering remarriage……]
My life was basically Korea’s version of the impoverished class.
Even if I cut contact, they somehow found my workplace three times and caused chaos.
They weren’t family—they were enemies, to the point I sometimes wanted to die.
So I escaped into novels. I didn’t want to live in that miserable reality anymore.
My favorite genre was romance fantasy regression/revenge stories. Watching the trash male lead eventually kneel at the heroine’s feet was unbearably pitiful and thrilling at the same time.
After reading hundreds of those stories, fully immersed in them—
One day, I found myself inside one of those revenge novels.
Inside a romance fantasy titled <The Saint Hides Divine Power From the Entire World>, as a ten-year-old princess named “Charlotte.”
There was no mistake.
Pink hair reflected in the mirror, eyes like fresh greenery, pearl-like skin.
A palace-sized bedroom, furniture glittering with jewel decorations, countless maids, servants, attendants, and even knight guards.
“This is insane!”
…I tried denying reality for a few days, but nothing changed.
What do I do.
Wrapped in my blanket on the bed, I thought it over and came to a conclusion.
At this point, I might as well think positively. A poor person from Korea becoming a chaebol overnight—what’s so bad about that?
If I had to point out a flaw, it would be the lack of smartphones…… no, that’s not it.
The “Charlotte” I had possessed was a villainess who bullied the heroine “Aurora” and ends up having her head cut off by the male lead “Cedric.”
On top of that, a crisis would soon strike the Kingdom of Sinkester, and I would have to resolve it.
Other than that, I barely remembered the detailed plot.
And as a side character, I had absolutely no fantasy abilities.
“…Wow, there are more flaws than I thought.”
But that was the future. If I changed the original story, it would be fine.
Besides, just getting rid of the family that had dragged me toward hell was already amazing.
“Alright. Since I’ve possessed a rich and beautiful princess, I’ll live this life successfully.”
After reaffirming my resolve, the first thing I said after getting out of bed was this:
“Um, does Sinkester allow polygamy?”
Being pretty, rich, and powerful was truly exhilarating.
Looks were everything no matter where you went, so most people treated me favorably, and if someone was unpleasant, I could always deal with them using money and power.
But I was someone who had been educated in democracy and human rights in Korea.
A descendant of a nation that learned about the French Revolution’s ideals of liberty and equality, Gandhi’s philosophy, and above all, the virtue of humility.
How could I oppress small and fragile people?
So I tried to be as kind as possible to everyone, and even to rude people, I only showed a slight bit of temper.
-If I may say so, I think I might be a little better than you.
-I might be wrong, but I don’t think you handled it very well either.
-This sounds extremely rude, but I apologize—would it be alright if I imprisoned your father?
My etiquette teacher Abigail was occasionally horrified, but I could confidently say I was nowhere near the original villainess.
As a result, my relationships with the main and supporting characters changed as well.
First, Erdan—the king of Sinkester, the pope, and my older brother—was originally “fish number two” in the heroine Aurora’s harem.
He would foolishly shower Aurora with many things and mercilessly punish my misdeeds.
After possessing this body, I pitied Erdan’s gullibility while diligently trying not to fall out of his favor.
Gradually, Erdan began to care for me. And now, nine years later, his “foolish devotion” was strangely directed not at Aurora, but at me.
Like a novel tagged #brothercomplex.
Surprisingly, I became friends with Aurora.
Aurora, the nation-shaking beauty saint with shining platinum blonde hair and blue eyes.
She possessed even more divine power than the pope Erdan, but because so many people targeted her, she was living in hiding.
It might sound like a harsh life, but in reality… Aurora was just a bit lazy and very quick-witted.
Like modern web novel heroines tend to be.
I liked her a lot, and we quickly became close.
If Cedric, the male lead, had joined in at this point and said, “Actually, I liked you all along,” it would’ve been the classic trio of possession clichés—but Cedric never joined.
Whenever he met me, he only spoke formally with a stiff expression.
I wasn’t disappointed. Really.
……It’s not like I was expecting a romance ending with the male lead or anything.
Anyway, after possessing the story, I tried to handle the original plot’s landmines.
Fortunately, fragments of the original story gradually became clearer in my memory, and with Aurora’s help, I was able to prevent the crisis of Sinkester.
Yes. My life could fairly be called a success.
Until I turned nineteen, the day before my coming-of-age banquet.
