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Prologue
Suddenly, memories of my past life came rushing back.
It started with a sudden headache. After each headache, faint, blurry scenes would form in my mind. And today, I realized those scenes were memories of my past life.
In my previous life, I was an ordinary college student in South Korea—buried in assignments and finding small joy in reading web novels.
Back then, I was the protagonist of my own life. Not some “Extra No. 1” side character’s existence.
But of all things, I reincarnated as Extra No. 1 in the novel I hated the most in my past life—“The Tyrant’s Courtship.”
Why did I hate that novel so much…?
“Look at Lady Delorvant.”
“Doesn’t she look like she’s about to cry?”
“She wouldn’t cry here, would she?”
I could hear the voices of people hiding in the crowd, too afraid of my family to say anything directly.
Or maybe… they were saying it on purpose so I would hear.
“Ha.”
I looked toward the center of the hall.
There, a man was dancing intimately with another young lady.
The young tyrant of the Karvandeka Empire—the war hero who led the empire into its golden age. And his appearance was just as outstanding as his reputation.
“And he’s my fiancé.”
Strangely enough, he had a somewhat childish side to him. Even while binding me to an engagement because he “liked me,” he never held a wedding.
Not only that, but as if mocking me, he constantly spread rumors of affairs—with other noble ladies, widows, and even married women.
In the end, Isanna Delorvant in the novel cannot withstand the condemnation of those around her and takes her own life.
So I was essentially Extra No. 1—the woman who left a bad impression on the male lead, the emperor, before the heroine even appeared.
What I hate most is this. It wasn’t me who left a bad impression—he’s the one acting like a spoiled brat.
That’s why I hated “The Tyrant’s Courtship.” I couldn’t stand the male lead’s storyline.
“Lady… don’t listen to what others are saying. They’re just jealous of you.”
“…Thank you. But I really am fine, Lady.”
Even while pretending to comfort me, she couldn’t hide the corners of her mouth twitching upward. It was infuriating.
Why do I have to be treated like this?
Right now, I wanted to run straight into the hall, grab the emperor by the collar, and scream at him why he was doing this to me.
But doing that would only further provoke his twisted temperament.
After all, that damn emperor “liked” me. And he was desperately trying to deny it.
So I decided… I would whisper love to him, just the way he wanted.
