PLMEA 11

Synopsis

I transmigrated into the body of a supporting character who was destined to die.

I need to get out of here before it's too late!

"Who have you been meeting so often these days?"

Well, obviously I was looking for someone who could help me escape this castle.

But somehow, I had a feeling answering honestly would lead to disaster.

"You sound like you actually care."

"I don't think I've ever said I didn't."

"...Huh?"

"Anyway, don't leave. Not anywhere. Not without my permission."

"Seriously? Why don't you just lock me up instead?"

Calix looked as if he'd just had a brilliant revelation.

"You're right. That would solve everything."

"What?"

"Why didn't I think of that before?"

Wait... hold on a second.

I transmigrated into the Empress.

In the novel, she was mentioned for only two pages—and even then, only as a minor character to support the romance between the Emperor and the heroine.

It wasn't a marriage built on love. She respected and faithfully served the husband who constantly pushed her away, devoted herself to supporting him...

...and then died on the battlefield.

Ugh.

So I made up my mind.

I'm getting out of here before it's too late!